<?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-4768395492233351971</id><updated>2012-01-31T07:20:20.359-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Crystianne Carvalho</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cryscrystianne.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4768395492233351971/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cryscrystianne.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Crystianne Carvalho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00768763522626483456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>35</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4768395492233351971.post-7673492425554730488</id><published>2012-01-31T06:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-31T06:15:14.546-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nossa vida</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5exCq8YPQ5I/TwOFuaTWETI/AAAAAAAAAEM/EqV5ml0eMeM/s1600/auto-estima1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5exCq8YPQ5I/TwOFuaTWETI/AAAAAAAAAEM/EqV5ml0eMeM/s400/auto-estima1.jpg" width="305" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="display: inline !important;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Somos criaturas de Deus e assim sendo, temos a capacidade da transformação&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="display: inline !important;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;a qualquer tempo, ele nos deu esta dádiva e&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;cabe a nós aplicá-la em nossa trajetória.&amp;nbsp;Quantas vezes nos olhamos no espelho e nada vemos,&amp;nbsp;&lt;div style="display: inline !important;"&gt;nem ao menos um sorriso somos capazes de dar, nos fechamos para os outros&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="display: inline !important;"&gt;e principalmente para nós mesmos, gerando assim a solidão dentro de nós,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="display: inline !important;"&gt;acabamos não vendo o lindo apenas porque só aprendemos a olhar o feio&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="display: inline !important;"&gt;e com isso vamos nos distanciando do melhor de nós.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Quanto tempo jogamos fora com lamentações que não deveriam fazer parte de nós,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="display: inline !important;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;mas as fazemos porque ainda não nos enxergarmos realmente como somos,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="display: inline !important;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;criaturas de Deus e este Deus nos quer felizes e ativos em nossa trajetória,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="display: inline !important;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;seja qual for a sua tristeza hoje, abra um novo caminho em seu coração,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="display: inline !important;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;o caminho da alegria interior e o da contemplação das suas melhores qualidades,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;dê uma chance a você de realmente colocar força e determinação em sua vida,&amp;nbsp;&lt;div style="display: inline !important;"&gt;eleve a sua auto-estima, goste de você como é com todos os defeitos e qualidades,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="display: inline !important;"&gt;porque os defeitos você é capaz de superá-los e as qualidades você&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="display: inline !important;"&gt;é capaz de aprimorá-las e mantê-las.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Só depende de você, reaja, seja firme, respire fundo e enxergue mais adiante,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="display: inline !important;"&gt;assim estará construindo sua auto-estima de forma sólida,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="display: inline !important;"&gt;que só lhe trará benefícios em sua vida.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4768395492233351971-7673492425554730488?l=cryscrystianne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cryscrystianne.blogspot.com/feeds/7673492425554730488/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cryscrystianne.blogspot.com/2012/01/nossa-vida.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4768395492233351971/posts/default/7673492425554730488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4768395492233351971/posts/default/7673492425554730488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cryscrystianne.blogspot.com/2012/01/nossa-vida.html' title='Nossa vida'/><author><name>Crystianne Carvalho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00768763522626483456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5exCq8YPQ5I/TwOFuaTWETI/AAAAAAAAAEM/EqV5ml0eMeM/s72-c/auto-estima1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4768395492233351971.post-958513761209503831</id><published>2011-10-26T15:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-26T15:28:04.928-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Sim ou Não"</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 20px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img height="317" src="http://www.danieldiasvieira.com.br/wp-content/uploads/2011/01/bola-de-gude-tracado.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="clear: left; float: left; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple; font-size: large;"&gt;Um dia uma senhora estava ensinando a seu pequeno sobrinho algumas lições. Ele geralmente era uma criança que prestava bastante atenção, mas naquela ocasião ele não conseguia fixar sua mente no que a senhora falava. De repente, ele disse: "Tia, eu posso ajoelhar e pedir a Deus que me ajude a achar minha bolinha de gude?" Sua tia deu o consentimento e ele se ajoelhou junto à cadeira, fechou os olhos e orou silenciosamente. A seguir, levantou-se e continuou com suas lições alegremente. No dia seguinte, um tanto temerosa de fazer a pergunta por não ter certeza de que a criança tenha achado seu brinquedo, podendo, assim, perder sua fé simples ,disse ao menino: "Querido, você achou sua bolinha de gude?" "Não, tia," foi a resposta, "mas Deus&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple; font-size: large;"&gt;me fez não querer mais."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 20px; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 20px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Como temos reagido diante de Deus, quando as nossas petições não são atendidas? Aceitamos como uma resposta de que não era essa a vontade do Senhor ou reclamamos com Ele por acharmos que não liga para nós e não se importa com as nossas orações?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 20px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 20px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Todas as nossas inquietudes e todos os nossos anseios devem ser colocados no altar do Senhor com o pedido de que Ele realize em nós a Sua vontade. Nem tudo o que desejamos e sonhamos é, verdadeiramente, bom para nós. Deus é Onisciente e sabe de que precisamos para que nosso coração esteja sempre alegre e nossa vida seja realmente feliz. Quando Ele nos nega o bom é porque tem algo infinitamente melhor para nos dar. Quando pedimos a Ele algo que poderá nos trazer tristeza e frustração a seguir, Ele não nos atende e precisamos entender que não devemos pedir mais. Vivendo em perfeita comunhão com o Senhor, nosso caminho será repleto de satisfação e conquistas.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 20px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 20px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Deus terá sempre a melhor resposta para você, seja ela "sim" ou "não."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 20px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 20px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Por Paulo Roberto Barbosa&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4768395492233351971-958513761209503831?l=cryscrystianne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cryscrystianne.blogspot.com/feeds/958513761209503831/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cryscrystianne.blogspot.com/2011/10/sim-ou-nao.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4768395492233351971/posts/default/958513761209503831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4768395492233351971/posts/default/958513761209503831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cryscrystianne.blogspot.com/2011/10/sim-ou-nao.html' title='&quot;Sim ou Não&quot;'/><author><name>Crystianne Carvalho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00768763522626483456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4768395492233351971.post-6981054385987920188</id><published>2011-09-17T11:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-17T11:37:50.532-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Conversando com Deus</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #f5eacc; line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Uma criança pronta para nascer pergunta a Deus:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Como eu vou viver sendo assim pequeno e indefeso?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Deus disse: "Eu escolhi um anjo para você. Estará lhe esperando e tomará conta de você."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Criança: "Aqui no Céu eu não faço nada a não ser cantar e sorrir, o que é suficiente para que eu seja feliz. Serei feliz lá?"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Deus: "Seu anjo cantará e sorrirá para você... A cada dia, a cada instante, você sentirá o amor do seu anjo e será feliz."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Criança: "Como poderei entender quando falarem comigo, se eu não conheço a língua que as pessoas falam?"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Deus: "Com muita paciência e carinho, seu anjo lhe ensinará a falar."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Criança: "E o que farei quando eu quiser lhe falar?"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Deus: "Seu anjo juntará suas mãos e lhe ensinará a rezar."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Criança: "Eu ouvi que na Terra há homens maus. Quem me protegerá?"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Deus: "Seu anjo lhe defenderá mesmo que signifique arriscar sua própria vida."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Nesse momento é chegada a hora do nascimento.A criança, apressada, pediu suavemente:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Deus, eu estou no ponto de ir agora, diga-me por favor, o nome do meu anjo."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;E Deus respondeu:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #f5eacc; line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: x-large;"&gt;"Você a chamará de MÃE".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #f5eacc; line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KdQA1ZCrlRY/TnTmtKKYhtI/AAAAAAAAANE/oDu4a52zhW8/s1600/100_0475.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KdQA1ZCrlRY/TnTmtKKYhtI/AAAAAAAAANE/oDu4a52zhW8/s400/100_0475.JPG" width="298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jRiF-hOqlsY/TnTnMSAUTKI/AAAAAAAAANI/5f8nELFcjn4/s1600/DSC_0000060.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jRiF-hOqlsY/TnTnMSAUTKI/AAAAAAAAANI/5f8nELFcjn4/s320/DSC_0000060.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4768395492233351971-6981054385987920188?l=cryscrystianne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cryscrystianne.blogspot.com/feeds/6981054385987920188/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cryscrystianne.blogspot.com/2011/09/conversando-com-deus.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4768395492233351971/posts/default/6981054385987920188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4768395492233351971/posts/default/6981054385987920188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cryscrystianne.blogspot.com/2011/09/conversando-com-deus.html' title='Conversando com Deus'/><author><name>Crystianne Carvalho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00768763522626483456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KdQA1ZCrlRY/TnTmtKKYhtI/AAAAAAAAANE/oDu4a52zhW8/s72-c/100_0475.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4768395492233351971.post-6456062449161477843</id><published>2011-08-13T07:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-13T07:29:40.572-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Olá pessoal!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #674ea7; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Hoje amanheci com uma preguiçinha tão gostosa, justamente hoje que não posso me dar ao luxo, bateu uma vontade enorme de ficar em frente a tv deitada, jiboiando kkkkk, aí me vem a realidade tenho que trabalhar hoje... No sábado. Ai que saco, passei a semana toda correndo e quando chega o sonhado descanso tenho que ir pra outro lado affff...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #674ea7; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Massss, deixa pra lá, na verdade apareci hoje por aqui pra postar sobre o niver da minha filhota Maria Clara, gostosa, amanhã ela faz 1 aninho, estou tão feliz com ela, vocês não tem noção. Ontem a noite ela chorou tanto antes de dormir querendo mamar, mas estou querendo tirar o peito dela, ela não tava com fome, tinha acabado de comer um potinho cheinho de papinha de maracujá, então fiquei firme e não dei o peito, nossa mas como me doeu, mas cedo ou tarde teria de passar por isso, ela não vai mamar o resto da vida, não é mesmo? E outra, ela ta fazendo 1 ano daí a pouco, ta certo que a amamentação deve ir até os 2 anos, mas vou começar a tirar agora poque quanto mais tarde eu deixar pra tirar mais acostumada ela vai estar, aí acho que é pior.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #674ea7; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Então meus amores, até mais... Volto para falar como foi o aniversário do meu amor!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #674ea7; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Beijinhos!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4768395492233351971-6456062449161477843?l=cryscrystianne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cryscrystianne.blogspot.com/feeds/6456062449161477843/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cryscrystianne.blogspot.com/2011/08/ola-pessoal.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4768395492233351971/posts/default/6456062449161477843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4768395492233351971/posts/default/6456062449161477843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cryscrystianne.blogspot.com/2011/08/ola-pessoal.html' title='Olá pessoal!!'/><author><name>Crystianne Carvalho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00768763522626483456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4768395492233351971.post-720958923975195697</id><published>2011-06-11T08:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-11T08:50:29.300-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Forever....</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue; font-size: large;"&gt;Olá, hoje resolvi aparecer para compartilhar com todos vocês, uma música que ouvi tem algum tempo e essa semana voltei a ouvir e vi o vídeo clip também. Essa música não marca uma data, ocasião especial ou coisa assim, gosto dela porque me deixa tranqüila e com uma tremenda vontade de dançar, apesar da letra falar muito em dança, a melodia é muito gostosa, espero que vocês curtam também...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 12px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h1 id="ai_musica" style="font: normal normal normal 12px/1 Arial, sans-serif; letter-spacing: -1px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; padding-bottom: 5px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 5px; width: 520px; word-wrap: break-word;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Forever&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;h2 id="ai_artista" style="font-size: 20px; font: normal normal normal 12px/1 Arial, sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; width: 520px; word-wrap: break-word;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cifraclub.com.br/chris-brown/" style="color: #ff6600; font-size: 20px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; padding-bottom: 5px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 5px; text-decoration: none; width: 520px;"&gt;Chris Brown&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 12px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;pre class="cifra-mono" id="ct_cifra" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: initial; background-origin: initial; line-height: 1.666; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 10px; padding-right: 10px; padding-top: 2px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;1, 2, 3, 4… yeah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's you and me&lt;br /&gt;Moving at the speed of light into eternity, yeah&lt;br /&gt;Tonight is the night&lt;br /&gt;To join me of the middle of ecstasy&lt;br /&gt;Feel the melody and the rhythm of the music go 'round you&lt;br /&gt;Go 'round you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'ma take you there.. I'm take you there&lt;br /&gt;So don't be scared when I'm right here, baby&lt;br /&gt;We can go anywhere.. go an y where&lt;br /&gt;But first it's your chance to take my hand come with me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's like I waited my whole life for this one night&lt;br /&gt;It's gon be me, you, and the dance floor&lt;br /&gt;'Cause we only got one night&lt;br /&gt;Double your pleasure double your fun&lt;br /&gt;And dance forever ever-ever&lt;br /&gt;Forever ever-ever&lt;br /&gt;Forever ever-ever&lt;br /&gt;Forever ever-ever&lt;br /&gt;Forever ever-ever&lt;br /&gt;Forever ever-ever&lt;br /&gt;Forever on the dance floor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feel like we're on another level, girl&lt;br /&gt;Feels like our love's intertwined&lt;br /&gt;We can be two rebels&lt;br /&gt;Breakin' the rules me and you, you and I&lt;br /&gt;All you gotta do is watch me &lt;br /&gt;Look what I can do with my feet &lt;br /&gt;Baby feel the beat inside&lt;br /&gt;I'm drivin' you can take the front seat &lt;br /&gt;Just need you to trust me &lt;br /&gt;Girl... girl... girl&lt;br /&gt;It's like I..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's like I waited my whole life for this one night &lt;br /&gt;It's gon be me, you, and the dance floor&lt;br /&gt;'Cause we only got one night&lt;br /&gt;Double your pleasure double your fun&lt;br /&gt;And dance forever ever-ever&lt;br /&gt;Forever ever-ever&lt;br /&gt;Forever ever-ever&lt;br /&gt;(Forever)&lt;br /&gt;Forever ever-ever&lt;br /&gt;Forever ever-ever&lt;br /&gt;Forever ever-ever&lt;br /&gt;Forever on the dance floor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a long way down it's so high off the ground&lt;br /&gt;Sending for an angel to bring me your heart&lt;br /&gt;Girl where did you come from?&lt;br /&gt;Got me so undone&lt;br /&gt;Gazing your eyes got me saying&lt;br /&gt;What a beautiful lady no ifs ands or maybes&lt;br /&gt;I'm realeasing my heart and spirit amazing&lt;br /&gt;There's no one else that matters you love me&lt;br /&gt;And I won't let you fall girl, let you fall girl ohhh&lt;br /&gt;Ohh..ohh.. ooh yeah&lt;br /&gt;I won't let you fall let you fall let you fall&lt;br /&gt;Ohh ohh yeah yeah&lt;br /&gt;Yeah yeah&lt;br /&gt;It's like..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's like I waited my whole life for this one night&lt;br /&gt;It's gon be me, you, and the dance floor&lt;br /&gt;'Cause we only got one night&lt;br /&gt;Double your pleasure double your fun&lt;br /&gt;And dance forever ever-ever&lt;br /&gt;Forever ever-ever&lt;br /&gt;Forever on the dance floor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohh.. oh.. oohhohohohh&lt;br /&gt;Ohhh.. yeah&lt;br /&gt;Forever ever ever ever&lt;br /&gt;Forever ever ohhh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="cor_2" id="cabecalho" style="padding-bottom: 10px; padding-left: 140px; padding-right: 215px; padding-top: 10px;"&gt;&lt;object class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://1.gvt0.com/vi/5sMKX22BHeE/0.jpg" height="266" style="clear: left; float: left;" width="320"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/5sMKX22BHeE&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266" src="http://www.youtube.com/v/5sMKX22BHeE&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4768395492233351971-720958923975195697?l=cryscrystianne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cryscrystianne.blogspot.com/feeds/720958923975195697/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cryscrystianne.blogspot.com/2011/06/forever.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4768395492233351971/posts/default/720958923975195697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4768395492233351971/posts/default/720958923975195697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cryscrystianne.blogspot.com/2011/06/forever.html' title='Forever....'/><author><name>Crystianne Carvalho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00768763522626483456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4768395492233351971.post-164221571878687748</id><published>2011-05-15T10:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-15T10:47:15.187-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ser mãe... (Por experiência própria)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #20124d; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"&gt;Ser mãe, quanta alegria...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #20124d; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"&gt;A história é longa até aqui, mas creio que vale a pena parar um pouquinho pra ler.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #20124d; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"&gt;Bom, dia 10 de fevereiro de 2009 conheci meu marido, pai da minha filha através da internet. Conversamos, nos encontramos e passamos a nos conhecer melhor, coisa que fazemos até hoje. Enquanto namorados, mas precisamente, dia 25 de novembro de 2010 foi concebida a pessoa que mudaria nossas vidas completamente, Maria Clara. Eu, filha de pais severos e tradicionais, por medo tive que esconder essa gravidez até o casamento, não sabendo que minha mãe já havia desconfiado e através de tanta observação acabara por ter certeza da gravidez, mas com tudo isso se manteve em silêncio... Tantas noites passei em claro, preocupada com a reação da minha família ao descobrir que mantive relações sexuais com meu namorado e desse relacionamento estava grávida, me preocupava muito com meu bebê também tinha medo de não ter como sustentá-la, pois até então estava desempregada e as coisas difíceis para o casamento, nossa, eu chorava muito na calada da noite, por muitas vezes pensei em desistir dessa criança quando me deparava a tanta solidão, eu não conversava com ninguém, tinha receio que dessem com a língua nos dentes e acabassem espalhando a história. Enfim, chegou o dia do casamento, lembro como se fosse hoje, dia 16 de março de 2010, então a angústia chegaria ao fim, estaria ao lado do meu amor para enfrentar todas as dificuldades que viriam pela frente. Após fazer a primeira consulta do pré-natal, até então ainda não tinha ido ao médico, porque estava escondendo a gravidez de tudo e todos, criei coragem para revelar à minha família, depois de ver minha Maria Clara na ultrassonografia tudo fez sentido, não tinha mais porque esconder nada, queria mesmo era mostrar a todos minha filha. A gravidez correu normal, nós fomos cercadas de amor e carinho, a reação que tanto tive medo, foi totalmente diferente, minha família fez festa ao saber, então dia 14 de agosto de 2010 veio ao mundo a criança mais linda que conheço, ao nascer de um parto cesariana, Maria Clara me trouxe lágrimas aos olhos quando deu seu primeiro suspiro neste mundo, o choro mais lindo que já vi. Hoje ela está com 9 meses de idade, e é nossa alegria, as vezes estamos tristes ou preocupados com algum problema e Maria Clara sempre nos faz esquecer de tudo e ver que Deus está sempre conosco, ela é o sinal disso, do Amor de Deus por todos nós.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #20124d; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"&gt;Então pessoal, agora dedicarei esse blog a minha filhota, aqui direi a vocês sobre seus avanços e peraltices, vocês vão gostar. Aqui estão algumas fotinhas dela.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #20124d; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #20124d; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"&gt;Beijos a todos!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WOyDSWP4vJ0/Tc8W3AKuhGI/AAAAAAAAAMI/P2m4e9y3dJY/s320/100814_173552.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LYlY9f1humA/Tc8W4MvitoI/AAAAAAAAAMM/i7JJs4itVj4/s1600/100820_191357.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LYlY9f1humA/Tc8W4MvitoI/AAAAAAAAAMM/i7JJs4itVj4/s320/100820_191357.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lfR7AKrgoqc/Tc8W4oGUmKI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/uhAsPtQbxnU/s1600/DSC_0000035.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lfR7AKrgoqc/Tc8W4oGUmKI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/uhAsPtQbxnU/s320/DSC_0000035.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CPCSAjwCSUg/Tc8W10pmIYI/AAAAAAAAAMA/ObjGgtcYCTI/s1600/IMAG0386.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CPCSAjwCSUg/Tc8W10pmIYI/AAAAAAAAAMA/ObjGgtcYCTI/s320/IMAG0386.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Z6YK4sVF8VM/Tc8W2tApqVI/AAAAAAAAAME/ZUtmLxcYTjY/s1600/IMG0056B_e1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="303" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Z6YK4sVF8VM/Tc8W2tApqVI/AAAAAAAAAME/ZUtmLxcYTjY/s320/IMG0056B_e1.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7-bhgjy03TY/Tc8W0IxUHWI/AAAAAAAAAL8/zNDKdfSfPnM/s320/Fo.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4768395492233351971-164221571878687748?l=cryscrystianne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cryscrystianne.blogspot.com/feeds/164221571878687748/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cryscrystianne.blogspot.com/2011/05/ser-mae-por-experiencia-propria.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4768395492233351971/posts/default/164221571878687748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4768395492233351971/posts/default/164221571878687748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cryscrystianne.blogspot.com/2011/05/ser-mae-por-experiencia-propria.html' title='Ser mãe... (Por experiência própria)'/><author><name>Crystianne Carvalho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00768763522626483456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WOyDSWP4vJ0/Tc8W3AKuhGI/AAAAAAAAAMI/P2m4e9y3dJY/s72-c/100814_173552.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4768395492233351971.post-6046296494588318905</id><published>2010-06-24T16:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-24T16:44:43.112-07:00</updated><title type='text'>O vendedor de balões</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZBF1Y2J8yYg/SqqKYYtBvvI/AAAAAAAADGU/VLlBSZ9ZYeU/s1600/balao.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZBF1Y2J8yYg/SqqKYYtBvvI/AAAAAAAADGU/VLlBSZ9ZYeU/s400/balao.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: #f4cccc; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #dfc982; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: 400;"&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;Era uma vez um velho                                                            homem que vendia                                                            balões numa quermesse.                                                           &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #990000;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;                                                           Evidentemente, o homem                                                            era um bom vendedor,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #990000;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;                                                           pois deixou um balão                                                            vermelho soltar-se e                                                            elevar-se nos ares,                                                           &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #990000;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;                                                           atraindo, desse modo,                                                            uma multidão de                                                            jovens&amp;nbsp;compradores de                                                            balões.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #990000;" /&gt;&lt;br style="color: #990000;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;                                                           Havia ali perto um                                                            menino negro. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #990000;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;                                                           Estava observando o                                                            vendedor e, é claro                                                            apreciando os balões.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #990000;" /&gt;&lt;br style="color: #990000;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;                                                           Depois de ter soltado                                                            o balão vermelho, o                                                            homem soltou um azul,                                                           &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #990000;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;                                                           depois um amarelo e                                                            finalmente um branco.                                                           &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #990000;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;                                                           Todos foram subindo                                                            até sumirem de vista.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #990000;" /&gt;&lt;br style="color: #990000;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;                                                           O menino, de olhar                                                            atento, seguia a cada                                                            um.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #990000;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;                                                           Ficava imaginando mil                                                            coisas...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #990000;" /&gt;&lt;br style="color: #990000;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;                                                           Uma coisa o aborrecia,                                                            o homem não soltava o                                                            balão preto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #990000;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;                                                           Então aproximou-se do                                                            vendedor e lhe                                                            perguntou:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #990000;" /&gt;&lt;br style="color: #990000;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;                                                           - Moço, se o senhor                                                            soltasse o balão                                                            preto, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #990000;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;                                                           ele subiria tanto                                                            quanto os outros?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #990000;" /&gt;&lt;br style="color: #990000;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;                                                           O vendedor de balões                                                            sorriu                                                            compreensivamente para                                                            o menino, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #990000;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;                                                           arrebentou a linha que                                                            prendia o balão preto                                                           &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #990000;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;                                                           e enquanto ele se                                                            elevava nos ares                                                            disse:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #990000;" /&gt;&lt;br style="color: #990000;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;                                                           - Não é a cor, filho,                                                            é o que está dentro                                                            dele que o faz subir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                             &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4768395492233351971-6046296494588318905?l=cryscrystianne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cryscrystianne.blogspot.com/feeds/6046296494588318905/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cryscrystianne.blogspot.com/2010/06/o-vendedor-de-baloes.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4768395492233351971/posts/default/6046296494588318905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4768395492233351971/posts/default/6046296494588318905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cryscrystianne.blogspot.com/2010/06/o-vendedor-de-baloes.html' title='O vendedor de balões'/><author><name>Crystianne Carvalho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00768763522626483456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZBF1Y2J8yYg/SqqKYYtBvvI/AAAAAAAADGU/VLlBSZ9ZYeU/s72-c/balao.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4768395492233351971.post-4527493462309887857</id><published>2010-06-16T06:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-16T06:10:50.071-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A bordo de um novo dia!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://images.paraorkut.com/img/pics/glitters/b/bom_dia-14623.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://images.paraorkut.com/img/pics/glitters/b/bom_dia-14623.gif" width="356" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: yellow; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="texto" style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="HOTWordsTxt" name="HOTWordsTxt" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; Bom dia, dia!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Você está a bordo de um novo dia.&lt;br /&gt;Diga: bom dia, dia!&lt;br /&gt;Bom dia,  vida!&lt;br /&gt;Bom dia, sensibilidade!&lt;br /&gt;Bom dia, fé!&lt;br /&gt;Bom dia, coragem!&lt;br /&gt;Bom dia, talento!&lt;br /&gt;Bom dia, trabalho!&lt;br /&gt;Bom dia,  alegria! Bom dia, felicidade!&lt;br /&gt;Bom dia pra você!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tem muita coisa boa para você aproveitar.&lt;br /&gt;Há  sensações que vem de dentro e que precisam ser colocadas para fora.&lt;br /&gt;Há sensações que vem de fora que precisam ser interiorizadas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esteja aberto e pronto para emitir sinais. E também para captar o que está no ar.&lt;br /&gt;Se o caminho que você planejou é muito longo, não se desespere com a distância que ainda falta para chegar.&lt;br /&gt;Concentre-se no próximo passo. Ou mesmo no primeiro passo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje você pode comecar algo novo que vai levá-lo muito longe.&lt;br /&gt;Inicie algo hoje nem que seja uma mudança.&lt;br /&gt;Se você resiste a mudanças tenha ao menos desculpas novas para dar pelo que você deixa de fazer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tenha atitudes simples, mas honestas.&lt;br /&gt;O início de qualquer coisa nova para sua evolução, pessoal, espiritual ou profissional, começa aí dentro de você, silenciosamente, enquanto organiza seus pensamentos para mais um dia.&lt;br /&gt;Está no ar uma nova manhã...&lt;br /&gt;Um novo dia...&lt;br /&gt;Uma nova semana...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;      &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4768395492233351971-4527493462309887857?l=cryscrystianne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cryscrystianne.blogspot.com/feeds/4527493462309887857/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cryscrystianne.blogspot.com/2010/06/bom-dia-dia-voce-esta-bordo-de-um-novo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4768395492233351971/posts/default/4527493462309887857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4768395492233351971/posts/default/4527493462309887857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cryscrystianne.blogspot.com/2010/06/bom-dia-dia-voce-esta-bordo-de-um-novo.html' title='A bordo de um novo dia!'/><author><name>Crystianne Carvalho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00768763522626483456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4768395492233351971.post-2880214596036633450</id><published>2010-06-13T17:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-13T17:19:52.414-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ser mãe</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: magenta; font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yYAfsBTraWg/TBV1XjCLoOI/AAAAAAAAALk/JqzBQBXrpzU/s1600/SDC11261.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yYAfsBTraWg/TBV1XjCLoOI/AAAAAAAAALk/JqzBQBXrpzU/s400/SDC11261.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Ser mãe, é algo divino sem explicação, é um sentimento muito lindo  que nos invade sem limites, um sentimento eterno que nos faz virar uma  protetora incondicional.&lt;br /&gt;É você amar alguém intensamente, mesmo sem ter visto o rostinho ou ter  tocado nesse serzinho que  você carrega em seu ventre e que ainda não  lhe foi apresentado, mas que você já tem grande amor por ele.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta; font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Ser mãe, é você esperar nove meses por uma pessoinha, com a certeza  que ela veio parta te fazer muito, muito feliz. É você vibrar há cada  sorriso, há cada gesto novo que essa pessoinha virá a fazer, que para  você será um momento mágico, será uma vitória para ele e para você, pois  você fez parte desse instante.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta; font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Ser mãe, é você ficar admirando o sono de seu filho(a) e imaginando  como será o seu futuro, e com os olhos cheio de lágrimas, você reza  nesse momento para que tudo de certo em sua vida, e você sabe que essa  pessoinha nem sempre vai poder estar bem protegida nos teus braços, por  que em algum momento de sua vida ele terá que seguir sua vida e aprender  a andar com suas próprias pernas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta; font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Em fim! Ser mãe, é agradecer há Deus todos os dias, por ele ter dado a  nós o dom divino de gerarmos o ser que nos fará a pessoa mais feliz do  mundo e nós transformar nessa pessoa maravilhosa que é “mãe” palavra tão  pequena com significado infinito.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta; font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta; font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Andréa Lisboa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4768395492233351971-2880214596036633450?l=cryscrystianne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cryscrystianne.blogspot.com/feeds/2880214596036633450/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cryscrystianne.blogspot.com/2010/06/ser-mae.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4768395492233351971/posts/default/2880214596036633450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4768395492233351971/posts/default/2880214596036633450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cryscrystianne.blogspot.com/2010/06/ser-mae.html' title='Ser mãe'/><author><name>Crystianne Carvalho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00768763522626483456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yYAfsBTraWg/TBV1XjCLoOI/AAAAAAAAALk/JqzBQBXrpzU/s72-c/SDC11261.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4768395492233351971.post-4754315374392584925</id><published>2010-03-22T09:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-27T14:48:16.869-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hummm... Casei!!!!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: red; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Meus amores, dia 16 de março dei o grande passo, casei...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Foi tudo muito simples, do jeitinho que eu queria, vou postando junto algumas fotos da ocasião!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: red; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Um beijo a todos!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yYAfsBTraWg/S6eX8XaSqAI/AAAAAAAAAJU/Zdsj0UjBgeA/s1600-h/100_9267.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; 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Casei!!!!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>Crystianne Carvalho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00768763522626483456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yYAfsBTraWg/S6eX8XaSqAI/AAAAAAAAAJU/Zdsj0UjBgeA/s72-c/100_9267.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4768395492233351971.post-5592828532418941488</id><published>2010-03-11T04:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-11T04:34:22.672-08:00</updated><title type='text'>O segredo do casamento</title><content type='html'>&lt;b style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div style="color: #a64d79; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nerdsinlove.com.br/wp-content/uploads/2009/01/noivos.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="313" src="http://www.nerdsinlove.com.br/wp-content/uploads/2009/01/noivos.gif" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;Qual será o segredo  dos casamentos duradouros?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #a64d79; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Casais que convivem há anos falam de paciência,  renúncia, compreensão.Em verdade, cada um tem sua fórmula especial.  &lt;br /&gt;Recentemente lemos as anotações de um escritor que achamos muito  interessantes. &lt;br /&gt;Ele afirma que um bom casamento deve ser criado. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #a64d79; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;No casamento, as  pequenas coisas são as grandes coisas. &lt;br /&gt;É jamais ser muito velho para dar-se  as mãos, diz ele. &lt;br /&gt;É lembrar de dizer "te amo", pelo menos uma vez ao dia.  &lt;br /&gt;É nunca ir dormir zangado. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #a64d79; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;É ter valores e  objetivos comuns. &lt;br /&gt;É estar unidos ao enfrentar o mundo. &lt;br /&gt;É formar um  círculo de amor que una toda a família. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #a64d79; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;É proferir elogios  e ter capacidade para perdoar e esquecer. &lt;br /&gt;É proporcionar uma atmosfera onde  cada qual possa crescer na busca recíproca do bem e do belo. &lt;br /&gt;É não só  casar-se com a pessoa certa, mas ser o companheiro perfeito." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #a64d79; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;E para ser o  companheiro perfeito é preciso ter bom humor e otimismo. &lt;br /&gt;Ser natural e saber  agir com tato. &lt;br /&gt;É saber escutar com atenção, sem interromper a cada instante.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #a64d79; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;É mostrar admiração  e confiança, interessando-se pelos problemas e atividades do outro.  &lt;br /&gt;Perguntar o que o atormenta, o que o deixa feliz, por que está aborrecido.  &lt;br /&gt;É ser discreto, sabendo o momento de deixar o companheiro a sós para que  coloque em ordem seus pensamentos. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #a64d79; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;É distribuir  carinho e compreensão, combinando amor e poesia, sem esquecer galanteios e  cortesia. &lt;br /&gt;É ter sabedoria para repetir os momentos do namoro. &lt;br /&gt;Aqueles  momentos mágicos em que a orquestra do mundo parecia tocar somente para os dois.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #a64d79; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;É ser o apoio  diante dos demais. &lt;br /&gt;É ter cuidado no linguajar, é ser firme, leal.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #a64d79; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;É ter atenção além  do trivial e conseguir descobrir quando um se tiver esmerado na apresentação  para o outro. &lt;br /&gt;Um novo corte de cabelo, uma vestimenta diferente, detalhes  pequenos mas importantes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #a64d79; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;É saber dar atenção  para a família do outro pois, ao se unir o casal, as duas famílias formam  uma unidade. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #a64d79; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;É cultivar o desejo  constante de superação. &lt;br /&gt;É responder dignamente e de forma justa por todos os  atos. &lt;br /&gt;É ser grato por tudo o que um significa na vida do outro. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #a64d79; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;O amor real, por  manter as suas raízes no equilíbrio, vai se firmando dia a dia, através da  convivência estreita. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #a64d79; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;O amor, nascido de  uma vivência progressiva e madura, não tende a acabar, mas amplia-se,  uma vez que os envolvidos passam a conhecer vícios e virtudes, manias e  costumes de um e de outro. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #a64d79; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;O equilíbrio do  amor promove a prática da justiça e da bondade, &lt;br /&gt;da cooperação e do senso de  dever, da afetividade e advertência amadurecida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.portalnoivas.com.br/loft/noivos.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://www.portalnoivas.com.br/loft/noivos.jpg" width="262" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #a64d79; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4768395492233351971-5592828532418941488?l=cryscrystianne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cryscrystianne.blogspot.com/feeds/5592828532418941488/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cryscrystianne.blogspot.com/2010/03/o-segredo-do-casamento.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4768395492233351971/posts/default/5592828532418941488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4768395492233351971/posts/default/5592828532418941488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cryscrystianne.blogspot.com/2010/03/o-segredo-do-casamento.html' title='O segredo do casamento'/><author><name>Crystianne Carvalho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00768763522626483456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4768395492233351971.post-4418070619294951910</id><published>2010-03-08T09:03:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-08T09:15:17.744-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Feliz dia a todas nós mulheres!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;Mulheres e árvores &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;As mulheres são como as árvores: elas fincam raízes no solo dos nossos corações,&amp;nbsp;têm paciência e capricho com o próprio crescimento, seus braços são poderosos e,&amp;nbsp;ao abraçá-las, nossos espíritos recebem renovadas energias.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;Elas amam e cuidam dos seus frutos, mesmo sabendo que um dia o mundo os levará para longe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;Outras, aquelas que não dão frutos, oferecem sua sombra àqueles que necessitam de descanso.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;Quando açoitadas por fortes ventos da vida, elas emanam o perfume da força, trazendo calma por mais &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;assustadora que seja a noite.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;Seus corações voam alto o suficiente para escutarem mais de perto os recados do céu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;Elas oxigenam as ruas das cidades, as avenidas, os acostamentos de estradase as beiras de rios e até as matas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;Elas entendem o canto dos passarinhos e, mais do que ninguém, valorizam e protegem seus ninhos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;Suportam melhor a solidão e as dificuldades da vida...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;Elas nascem em maior número para que o verde da esperança jamais empalideça.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;Todas mulheres são árvores... e que lindas florestas elas fazem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;Autor Desconhecido&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.scrapanimado.com/" title="Amor e Amigos"&gt;&lt;img alt="scrapbook digital no orkut" height="400" src="http://i566.photobucket.com/albums/ss101/alegres/455/009.jpg" width="396" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.scrapanimado.com/dia-da-mulher.html"&gt;RecadosOnline - Mande animações de Dia da Mulher com o melhor site de Recados! Você merece!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4768395492233351971-4418070619294951910?l=cryscrystianne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cryscrystianne.blogspot.com/feeds/4418070619294951910/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cryscrystianne.blogspot.com/2010/03/feliz-dia-todas-nos-mulheres.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4768395492233351971/posts/default/4418070619294951910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4768395492233351971/posts/default/4418070619294951910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cryscrystianne.blogspot.com/2010/03/feliz-dia-todas-nos-mulheres.html' title='Feliz dia a todas nós mulheres!!!!!!'/><author><name>Crystianne Carvalho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00768763522626483456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i566.photobucket.com/albums/ss101/alegres/455/th_009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4768395492233351971.post-1534239710316052633</id><published>2010-03-06T07:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-06T08:00:11.729-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Selinhos dedicados por Jojo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: magenta; font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Ola meus amores, estou em estado de graça, toda besta aqui kkk. Vejam só os selos mais fofosque Jojo dedicou a todos os blogs que ela segue e como sou uma privilegiada de tê-la como seguidora de meu singelo blog, me senti no direito de pegar o presente.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta; font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Cada selo mais lindo que o outro... Amei!!!!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta; font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Muito obrigada Jojo, ah e pra quem quiser dá uma olhada no blog fofo dela aqui ta o link&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://devaneiosdajojo.blogspot.com/2010/03/selinhos.html"&gt;http://devaneiosdajojo.blogspot.com/2010/03/selinhos.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta; font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;Um beijo a todos!!!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Uma tarde, um menino aproximou-se de sua mãe, que preparava o jantar, e entregou-lhe uma folha de papel com algo escrito. Depois que ela secou as mãos e tirou o avental, ela leu: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- Cortar a grama do jardim: R$3,00 &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- Por limpar meu quarto esta semana R$1,00 &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- Por ir ao supermercado em seu lugar R$2,00 &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- Por cuidar de meu irmãozinho enquanto você ia àscompras R$2,00 &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- Por tirar o lixo toda semana R$1,00 &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- Por ter um boletim com boas notas R$5,00 &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- Por limpar e varrer o quintal R$2,00 &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- TOTAL DA DIVIDA R$16,00 &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A mãe olhou o menino, que aguardava cheio de expectativa. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Finalmente, ela pegou um lápis e no verso da mesma nota escreveu: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- Por levar-te nove meses em meu ventre e dar-te a vida - NADA &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- Por tantas noites sem dormir, curar-te e orar por ti - NADA&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- Pelos problemas e pelos prantos que me causaste - NADA &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- Pelo medo e pelas preocupações que me esperam -NADA &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- Por comidas, roupas e brinquedos - NADA &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- Por limpar-te o nariz - NADA &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;- CUSTO TOTAL DE MEU AMOR - NADA&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quando o menino terminou de ler o que sua mãe havia escrito tinha os olhos cheios de lágrimas. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Olhou nos olhos da mãe e disse:&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: x-large;"&gt; "Eu te amo, mamãe!!!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Logo após, pegou um lápis e escreveu com uma letra enorme: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: x-large;"&gt;"TOTALMENTE PAGO".&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Assim somos nós adultos, como crianças, querendo recompensa por boas ações que fazemos.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;É difícil entender que a melhor recompensa é o AMOR que vem de Deus. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E para nossa sorte é GRATIS. Basta querermos recebê-lo em nossas vidas! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Que DEUS, abençôe todos vocês no dia de hoje (e sempre), e não devemos esquecer do AMOR universal que nos é cedido pelo PAI ! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Autor Desconhecido&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4768395492233351971-3576882685014383442?l=cryscrystianne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cryscrystianne.blogspot.com/feeds/3576882685014383442/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cryscrystianne.blogspot.com/2010/03/o-perco-do-amor.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4768395492233351971/posts/default/3576882685014383442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4768395492233351971/posts/default/3576882685014383442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cryscrystianne.blogspot.com/2010/03/o-perco-do-amor.html' title='O preço do amor!'/><author><name>Crystianne Carvalho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00768763522626483456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4768395492233351971.post-23236307173543825</id><published>2010-03-01T06:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-02T08:32:46.308-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gente vou casar!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Olá meus amores!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Espero que esteja tudo bem com todos vocês que de vez enquando vem dá uma olhadinha neste singelo blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Mas vamos ao que interessa no momento, como antecipei no título, vou casar meu povo&amp;nbsp; kkkk, ow coisa boa!!!!!! Minha tia me disse um negocio interessante ontem que eu já havia observado por esse ângulo e agora venho dizer a vocês, ela me disse o seguinte: " Casar é bom, você vai construir uma vida nova, do seu jeito, aproveita a oportunidade."&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;É pessoal, eu já havia pensado dessa maneira, mas pensei que tava delirando, mas é assim mesmo como minha tia me disse, é como se eu fosse começar tudo do zero, casa nova, móveis novos, ah e o mais importante... Vou dividir e multiplicar essa vida nova com alguem que amo por demais da conta. As espectativas são ótimas e peço a Deus todos os dias que ele me ajude e me dê sabedoria para lidar com certas situaçoes novas que virão por ai.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Bom, e como toda noiva que se prese, fiz um chá de cozinha, hoje irei colocar nos post algumas fotos e convites da festa...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Um beijo a todos!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yYAfsBTraWg/S4vM51tXK1I/AAAAAAAAAHk/KT-4ziE5RL0/s1600-h/OgAAAAQK5OQTg1Z5tcqN9qEsjHVa8BebiFztha_kRvV9kzYI763Oq_2Cs8S84T231SFNn9KkQBGzbojg1HKGzFU5JzgAm1T1UIM7WelQHy1DTHeMhzGM1n1ue4uz.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yYAfsBTraWg/S4vM51tXK1I/AAAAAAAAAHk/KT-4ziE5RL0/s320/OgAAAAQK5OQTg1Z5tcqN9qEsjHVa8BebiFztha_kRvV9kzYI763Oq_2Cs8S84T231SFNn9KkQBGzbojg1HKGzFU5JzgAm1T1UIM7WelQHy1DTHeMhzGM1n1ue4uz.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yYAfsBTraWg/S4vNOgRJUnI/AAAAAAAAAIk/bI9emCKFLZ8/s1600-h/OgAAAPBVQyCmiPJCUnD-sBZE1jZx5UHmBeR0ZdcAnycYH-4CsTZHlQe09SHZTVgj7Oc-gywMjmr8Aegn6SYbI3TYd6AAm1T1UGZweZGlb9mW1_ptZY0NGRGQy01w.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; 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 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #a64d79; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;Criança e Deus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta; font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;b style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Uma criança pronta pra nascer perguntou a deus: &lt;br /&gt;“Me disseram que serei enviado a terra amanhã... &lt;br /&gt;Como eu vou viver lá, sendo assim pequeno e indefeso?“ &lt;br /&gt;E deus disse: &lt;br /&gt;"Entre muitos anjos, eu escolhi um em especial pra você. Estará te esperando e tomará conta de você." &lt;br /&gt;Perguntou a criança: &lt;br /&gt;"Mas diga-me: aqui no céu eu não faço nada a não ser cantar e sorrir, o que é suficiente pra que eu seja feliz. serei feliz lá?" &lt;br /&gt;Deus falou: &lt;br /&gt;"Seu anjo cantará e sorrirá para você... A cada dia, a cada instante, você sentirá o amor do seu anjo e será feliz". &lt;br /&gt;e a criança respondeu : &lt;br /&gt;"como poderei entender quando falarem comigo, se eu não conheço a língua que as pessoas falam?" &lt;br /&gt;Deus ponderou: &lt;br /&gt;"Com muita paciência e carinho, seu anjo vai te ensinar". &lt;br /&gt;A criança estava cheia de dúvidas: &lt;br /&gt;"E o que farei quando eu quiser falar com você?". &lt;br /&gt;"Seu anjo vai juntar suas mãos e te ensinar a rezar, disse deus." &lt;br /&gt;"Eu ouvi que na terra há homens maus. Quem vai me proteger?", perguntou ansiosa a criança. &lt;br /&gt;E deus: &lt;br /&gt;"Seu anjo vai te defender mesmo que isso signifique arriscar a vida dele". &lt;br /&gt;A criança: &lt;br /&gt;"Mas eu serei sempre triste porque não vou te ver mais". &lt;br /&gt;Deus: &lt;br /&gt;"Seu anjo sempre vai te falar sobre mim, te ensinar a maneira de vir até mim, e eu estarei sempre dentro de você". &lt;br /&gt;Nesse momento havia muita paz no céu. Mas as vozes da terra já podiam ser ouvidas. &lt;br /&gt;A criança, apressada, pediu suavemente: &lt;br /&gt;"Oh deus, se eu estiver a ponto de ir agora, diga-me, por favor, o nome do meu anjo". &lt;br /&gt;E deus respondeu: &lt;br /&gt;"Você vai chamar seu anjo de... Mãe". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Texto: Mario e Gilda Ribeiro de Brasília&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4768395492233351971-8330984618026035028?l=cryscrystianne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cryscrystianne.blogspot.com/feeds/8330984618026035028/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cryscrystianne.blogspot.com/2010/02/olha-eu-aqui.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4768395492233351971/posts/default/8330984618026035028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4768395492233351971/posts/default/8330984618026035028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cryscrystianne.blogspot.com/2010/02/olha-eu-aqui.html' title='Olha eu aqui...'/><author><name>Crystianne Carvalho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00768763522626483456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4768395492233351971.post-7389906846389040226</id><published>2010-02-21T08:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-21T08:35:52.944-08:00</updated><title type='text'>To voltando...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Olá, como estão todos????&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Depois de algum tempo afastada do blog, voltei com a corda toda. Me afastaei sim, mas ñ abandonei e o motivo foi válido também, aos poucos, todos saberão, pois é algo que tem acontecido em minha vida que me deixa a cada dia mais feliz e com fé que tudo vai dá certo, bem aos pouquinhos irei deixando vocês a par de tudo, certo?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Por enquanto, quero retomar aos textos com calma e na intenção de retornar com chave de ouro, procurei um texto que signifcasse bastante pra mim e encontrei esse que escreverei à vocês...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Esse texto foi extraído do filme "O caçador de pipas", não sei se no livro também contém o texto, pois tenho a obra e nunca li (desleicho meu), mas amo essas palavras ditas por&amp;nbsp; Amir num momento dificil de sua trajetória, eu amo esse texto e espero que vocês também gostem... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Um beijo a todos!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Se chegarmos a dormir, somos os sonolentos de Deus;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E se chegarmos a acordar, estamos nas mãos Dele.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Se chegarmos a chorar somos a núvem cheia de pingos de chuva;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E se chegarmos a sorrir, somos Dele o relâmpago.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Se chegarmos a raiva e a batalha, somos o reflexo da ira de Deus;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E se chegarmos a paz e o perdão somos o reflexo do amor de Deus...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quem somos nós neste mundo complicado?"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4768395492233351971-7389906846389040226?l=cryscrystianne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cryscrystianne.blogspot.com/feeds/7389906846389040226/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cryscrystianne.blogspot.com/2010/02/to-voltando.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4768395492233351971/posts/default/7389906846389040226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4768395492233351971/posts/default/7389906846389040226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cryscrystianne.blogspot.com/2010/02/to-voltando.html' title='To voltando...'/><author><name>Crystianne Carvalho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00768763522626483456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4768395492233351971.post-8045752715720126770</id><published>2009-11-11T12:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T13:25:03.599-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ele não está tão afim de você</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Gente, estou há um tempão sem escrever, mas apareci, e com um texto q vi em um filme muito fofo e verdadeiro, gente nele há cada ensinamento para nós mulheres e homens também, pois bem, vejamos o texto...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yYAfsBTraWg/Svsjvng7d8I/AAAAAAAAAGY/3XqPe1EpkuU/s1600-h/3427-2009-02-16-23+39+29_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 218px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yYAfsBTraWg/Svsjvng7d8I/AAAAAAAAAGY/3XqPe1EpkuU/s320/3427-2009-02-16-23+39+29_1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402951478928963522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;As garotas aprendem muito enquanto crescem. Se um cara bate em você, ele gosta de você. Nunca tente cortar sua própria franja. E um dia vai encontrar um homem maravilhoso e ter seu próprio final feliz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Todos os filmes que vemos, todas as histórias que ouvimos, imploram para nós esperarmos por ele. A virada no terceiro ato. A inesperada declaração de amor. A exceção à regra. Mas, às vezes, estamos tão concentrados em acharmos nosso final feliz que não aprendemos a ler os sinais.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como distinguir entre os que nos querem e os que não nos querem... Distinguir entre os que vão ficar e os que vão partir... E talvez esse final não inclua um cara maravilhoso... Talvez... Dependa de você... Talvez esteja por sua conta, juntando os pedaços e recomeçando. Se libertando para achar alguma coisa melhor no futuro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talvez o final feliz seja... &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;só seguir em frente&lt;/span&gt;. Ou talvez o final feliz seja este...  &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Saber que apesar das ligações não retornadas e todas as mágoas, apesar de todos os erros e sinais mal interpretados, apesar de toda dor e contragimento... VOCÊ NUNCA, NUNCA PERDEU A ESPERANÇA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4768395492233351971-8045752715720126770?l=cryscrystianne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cryscrystianne.blogspot.com/feeds/8045752715720126770/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cryscrystianne.blogspot.com/2009/11/ele-nao-esta-tao-afim-de-voce.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4768395492233351971/posts/default/8045752715720126770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4768395492233351971/posts/default/8045752715720126770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cryscrystianne.blogspot.com/2009/11/ele-nao-esta-tao-afim-de-voce.html' title='Ele não está tão afim de você'/><author><name>Crystianne Carvalho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00768763522626483456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yYAfsBTraWg/Svsjvng7d8I/AAAAAAAAAGY/3XqPe1EpkuU/s72-c/3427-2009-02-16-23+39+29_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4768395492233351971.post-8757429487514135200</id><published>2009-09-27T08:20:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T08:31:51.586-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rezem pelo meu amor...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yYAfsBTraWg/Sr-FTbcV0qI/AAAAAAAAAGA/uw9iQN-AfJE/s1600-h/10U2h-100-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 250px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yYAfsBTraWg/Sr-FTbcV0qI/AAAAAAAAAGA/uw9iQN-AfJE/s320/10U2h-100-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386170248189039266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Pessoal, meu amor está dodoi...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Venho por meio do meu blog, pedir a todos que peçam a Deus pela saúde da razão do meu viver.&lt;br /&gt;Junior fez uma cirurgia muito séria e agora está lutando por sua recuperação, amo tanto aquele homem que dói em mim tudo que ele tem sentido.&lt;br /&gt;Tenho pedido a Papai que o proteja e lhe dê saúde e peço a todos vocês que incluam ele em suas orações.&lt;br /&gt;Estamos esperando sua recuperação para que possamos realizar nosso sonho que é casar no final do ano.&lt;br /&gt;Gente reza por ele, ou melhor, rezem por nós, por nossa felicidade...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um beijo a todos!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4768395492233351971-8757429487514135200?l=cryscrystianne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cryscrystianne.blogspot.com/feeds/8757429487514135200/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cryscrystianne.blogspot.com/2009/09/rezem-pelo-meu-amor.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4768395492233351971/posts/default/8757429487514135200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4768395492233351971/posts/default/8757429487514135200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cryscrystianne.blogspot.com/2009/09/rezem-pelo-meu-amor.html' title='Rezem pelo meu amor...'/><author><name>Crystianne Carvalho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00768763522626483456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yYAfsBTraWg/Sr-FTbcV0qI/AAAAAAAAAGA/uw9iQN-AfJE/s72-c/10U2h-100-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4768395492233351971.post-5602883240704157236</id><published>2009-09-07T13:13:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T13:42:56.890-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Meu 1º selinho...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yYAfsBTraWg/SqVpjgbcsrI/AAAAAAAAAE4/jJtPdYb-TV4/s1600-h/selinho_novo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 120px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yYAfsBTraWg/SqVpjgbcsrI/AAAAAAAAAE4/jJtPdYb-TV4/s320/selinho_novo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378821388685324978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;Este selinho foi-me dado por Jojo em mais um de seus devaneios...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muito obrigada mesmo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Regras do selinho:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt; Postar o selinho no Blogue;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;* &lt;/span&gt;Informar os "premiados" do selinho;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt; Dizer 5 coisas que você adora na vida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Coisas que adoro na vida:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- A minha família (amo)&lt;br /&gt;- Meu namorado (amo)&lt;br /&gt;- Os meus amigos e amigas&lt;br /&gt;- Ler&lt;br /&gt;- Ensinar (sou professora)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Vou&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;oferecer este selinho a:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a id="followed-blog-4" href="javascript:void(0)" onclick="'BLOG_readingList.changeSelectedBlog(event,"&gt;Bem Caprichado&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a id="followed-blog-6" href="javascript:void(0)" onclick="'BLOG_readingList.changeSelectedBlog(event,"&gt;Café com Folhas...&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a id="followed-blog-8" href="javascript:void(0)" onclick="'BLOG_readingList.changeSelectedBlog(event,"&gt;Código Inválido&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a id="followed-blog-17" href="javascript:void(0)" onclick="'BLOG_readingList.changeSelectedBlog(event,"&gt;Oficina de Criatividade&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a id="followed-blog-11" href="javascript:void(0)" onclick="'BLOG_readingList.changeSelectedBlog(event,"&gt;I'll play my song just for ...&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4768395492233351971-5602883240704157236?l=cryscrystianne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cryscrystianne.blogspot.com/feeds/5602883240704157236/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cryscrystianne.blogspot.com/2009/09/meu-1-selinho.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4768395492233351971/posts/default/5602883240704157236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4768395492233351971/posts/default/5602883240704157236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cryscrystianne.blogspot.com/2009/09/meu-1-selinho.html' title='Meu 1º selinho...'/><author><name>Crystianne Carvalho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00768763522626483456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yYAfsBTraWg/SqVpjgbcsrI/AAAAAAAAAE4/jJtPdYb-TV4/s72-c/selinho_novo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4768395492233351971.post-6551288030587187394</id><published>2009-09-05T05:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-05T05:58:38.951-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Confiança...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yYAfsBTraWg/SqJgJ2emUwI/AAAAAAAAAEw/eq6zJLR9gjU/s1600-h/confianca350x4002gv.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 280px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yYAfsBTraWg/SqJgJ2emUwI/AAAAAAAAAEw/eq6zJLR9gjU/s320/confianca350x4002gv.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377966627392738050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-family: times new roman; font-style: italic;font-size:180%;" &gt;♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: times new roman; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:180%;" &gt;Confiar é andar na chuva,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:180%;" &gt;Mesmo podendo adoecer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:180%;" &gt;Confiar é apostar tudo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:180%;" &gt;Correndo o risco de perder&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:180%;" &gt;Confiar é dedicar-se,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:180%;" &gt;Sem medo de fracassar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:180%;" &gt;Confiar é ir contra todos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:180%;" &gt;E descobrir o que é amar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:180%;" &gt;Confiar é dar espaço,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:180%;" &gt;E ter a certeza de que não vão te traír&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:180%;" &gt;Confiar é decepicionar-se,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:180%;" &gt;E mesmo assim não se deixar iludir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:180%;" &gt;Confiar é ir atrás,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:180%;" &gt;Mesmo quando te dizem não quero mais&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:180%;" &gt;Confiar é amar com a alma,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:180%;" &gt;Sabendo que isso não morre jamais&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:180%;" &gt;Confiar é dizer posso te fazer feliz,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:180%;" &gt;Ainda que pense que não tenho razão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:180%;" &gt;Confiar é os erros perdoar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:180%;" &gt;Antes mesmo de pedirem perdão !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="submitted"  style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" href="http://www.poemas-de-amor.net/user/ediel_caldas" title="Exibir perfil do utilizador."&gt;                                                 Ediel Caldas&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4768395492233351971-6551288030587187394?l=cryscrystianne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cryscrystianne.blogspot.com/feeds/6551288030587187394/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cryscrystianne.blogspot.com/2009/09/confianca.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4768395492233351971/posts/default/6551288030587187394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4768395492233351971/posts/default/6551288030587187394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cryscrystianne.blogspot.com/2009/09/confianca.html' title='Confiança...'/><author><name>Crystianne Carvalho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00768763522626483456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yYAfsBTraWg/SqJgJ2emUwI/AAAAAAAAAEw/eq6zJLR9gjU/s72-c/confianca350x4002gv.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4768395492233351971.post-6258213119528013130</id><published>2009-09-02T04:50:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-08T14:47:51.881-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Cabana</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yYAfsBTraWg/Sp52iHh7ruI/AAAAAAAAAEY/AkyBJv5R1E4/s1600-h/a+cabana_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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	mso-pagination:widow-orphan; 	font-size:12.0pt; 	font-family:"Times New Roman"; 	mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";} @page Section1 	{size:595.3pt 841.9pt; 	margin:70.85pt 3.0cm 70.85pt 3.0cm; 	mso-header-margin:35.4pt; 	mso-footer-margin:35.4pt; 	mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1 	{page:Section1;} --&gt; &lt;/style&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 10]&gt; &lt;style&gt;  /* Style Definitions */  table.MsoNormalTable 	{mso-style-name:"Tabela normal"; 	mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0; 	mso-tstyle-colband-size:0; 	mso-style-noshow:yes; 	mso-style-parent:""; 	mso-padding-alt:0cm 5.4pt 0cm 5.4pt; 	mso-para-margin:0cm; 	mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt; 	mso-pagination:widow-orphan; 	font-size:10.0pt; 	font-family:"Times New Roman"; 	mso-ansi-language:#0400; 	mso-fareast-language:#0400; 	mso-bidi-language:#0400;} &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;  &lt;p  style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 204, 255); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Sinopse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(255, 204, 255); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;O livro aborda a questão recorrente da existência do mal através da história de Mack Allen Phillips, um homem que vive sob o peso da experiência de ter sua filha Missy, de seis anos, raptada durante um acampamento de fim de semana. A menina nunca foi encontrada, mas sinais de que ela teria sido assassinada são achados em uma cabana perdida nas montanhas.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;Vivendo desde então sob a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;"Grande Tristeza"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;, Mack, quatro anos depois do episódio, recebe um&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;misterioso bilhete supostamente escrito por Deus, convidando-o para uma visita a essa mesma cabana. Ali, Mack terá um encontro inusitado com Deus, de quem tentará obter resposta para a inevitável pergunta:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;"Se Deus é tão poderoso, por que não faz nada para amenizar nosso sofrimento?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p face="georgia" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 255); font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;Histórico&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(255, 204, 255); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;O livro, que tornou-se um best-seller desde seu primeiro lançamento não foi escrito para ser publicado, conta o autor. A história havia sido criada como um presente que Young imprimiu para 15 amigos no natal de 2005.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(255, 204, 255); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Young afirma que muito da história tem a ver com sua própria experiência de vida e que escreveu o livro em uma ocasião que "ele próprio precisava de consolo".&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;A receptividade da história levou Young a mostrar o livro para dois produtores de cinema, Wayne Jacobsen e Brad Cummings. Após reescrever a história 4 vezes em pouco menos de um ano e meio, Young enviou a versão final para 26 editoras, tendo sido recusada por todas. Por causa disso, Jacobsen e Cummings criaram uma editora e finalmente publicaram o livro, com um orçamento de divulgação inicial de 300 dólares.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4768395492233351971-6258213119528013130?l=cryscrystianne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cryscrystianne.blogspot.com/feeds/6258213119528013130/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cryscrystianne.blogspot.com/2009/09/normal-0-21-false-false-false.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4768395492233351971/posts/default/6258213119528013130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4768395492233351971/posts/default/6258213119528013130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cryscrystianne.blogspot.com/2009/09/normal-0-21-false-false-false.html' title='A Cabana'/><author><name>Crystianne Carvalho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00768763522626483456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yYAfsBTraWg/Sp52iHh7ruI/AAAAAAAAAEY/AkyBJv5R1E4/s72-c/a+cabana_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4768395492233351971.post-2976543261920780633</id><published>2009-08-17T16:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T13:40:24.909-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pense nisso!!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yYAfsBTraWg/SonwUDq3PaI/AAAAAAAAADw/enoFRXFrAJk/s1600-h/1127853686.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 134px; height: 131px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yYAfsBTraWg/SonwUDq3PaI/AAAAAAAAADw/enoFRXFrAJk/s200/1127853686.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371088257989164450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                                                                                                                                &lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;• Se você está triste porque perdeu um amor;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                              Lembre-se daquele que não teve um amor para perder&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.tudook.com/mulher/images/decepcao.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 98px; height: 125px;" src="http://www.tudook.com/mulher/images/decepcao.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                           • Se você se decepcionou com alguma coisa;&lt;br /&gt;Lembre-se daquele cujo nascimento já foi uma decepção,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://samarabrandao.files.wordpress.com/2009/02/cansado_stresse.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 167px; height: 104px;" src="http://samarabrandao.files.wordpress.com/2009/02/cansado_stresse.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                         • Se você está cansado de trabalhar;&lt;br /&gt;                                              lembre-se daquele que angustiado perdeu o emprego,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• Se vo&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.blograizes.com.br/wp-content/uploads/2008/10/alimento_um_mundo_envergonhado_faminto.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 220px; height: 106px;" src="http://www.blograizes.com.br/wp-content/uploads/2008/10/alimento_um_mundo_envergonhado_faminto.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;cê reclama de uma comida mal feita; Lembre-se daquele que more faminto sem um pedaço de pão,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2287/2152519494_49697cf16d_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 109px; height: 162px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2287/2152519494_49697cf16d_o.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                                                                                   • Se um sonho seu foi desfeito;                Lembre-se daquele que vive num pesadelo constante,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yYAfsBTraWg/Sonvl9CR24I/AAAAAAAAADo/48bzjRYb2-Y/s1600-h/bored33nw.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 155px; height: 92px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yYAfsBTraWg/Sonvl9CR24I/AAAAAAAAADo/48bzjRYb2-Y/s200/bored33nw.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371087465934347138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• Se você anda aborrecido  ;&lt;br /&gt;Lembre-se daquele que espera ansioso por um sorriso seu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                                                              &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Conclusão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se você teve um amor para perder, um trabalho para se cansar, um sonho desfeito, ima comida para reclamar, uma tristeza para sentir. Lembre-se de agradecer a Deus, por que existem muitas pessoas que dariam tudo para está em seu lugar.&lt;br /&gt;Pense Nisto!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4768395492233351971-2976543261920780633?l=cryscrystianne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cryscrystianne.blogspot.com/feeds/2976543261920780633/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cryscrystianne.blogspot.com/2009/08/pense-nisso.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4768395492233351971/posts/default/2976543261920780633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4768395492233351971/posts/default/2976543261920780633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cryscrystianne.blogspot.com/2009/08/pense-nisso.html' title='Pense nisso!!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>Crystianne Carvalho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00768763522626483456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yYAfsBTraWg/SonwUDq3PaI/AAAAAAAAADw/enoFRXFrAJk/s72-c/1127853686.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4768395492233351971.post-1382429644525000969</id><published>2009-08-15T11:11:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-15T12:54:34.406-07:00</updated><title type='text'>O velho, o menino e o burro</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yYAfsBTraWg/SocSOL4TSJI/AAAAAAAAADQ/i7Cr93XbaGk/s1600-h/56444992_2d6114f981.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 314px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yYAfsBTraWg/SocSOL4TSJI/AAAAAAAAADQ/i7Cr93XbaGk/s320/56444992_2d6114f981.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370281115579009170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Era uma vez um  velho e um menino que vinham por uma estrada puxando um burrico pelo cabresto.&lt;br /&gt;Eles estavam contentes, pois voltavam da vila, onde foram prosear um pouco.&lt;br /&gt;foi quando passaram por dois homens. Ao verem o velho, o menino e o burro, um disse pro outro:&lt;br /&gt;- Olhe, compadre! Pode uma coisa dessas? O velho vem puxando o burro em vez de montar no bicho. Não é um despropósito?&lt;br /&gt;- Se é, compadre!&lt;br /&gt;O velho e o menino ouviram aquele comentário e, logo depois de virar a primeira curva, o velho montou no burrico.&lt;br /&gt;O menino segurou o cabresto e, muito satisfeitos, seguiram viagem.&lt;br /&gt;Mais adiante, no caminho, passaram em frente a uma casa. A mulher, da janela, berrou pro marido:&lt;br /&gt;- Marido, venha ver que descaramento! O velho na maior folga, montado no burro, e o moleque indo a pé!&lt;br /&gt;O velho olhou pro menino e o menino oulhou pro velho.&lt;br /&gt;Andaram assim mais um pouco e, logo que teve certeza de que a vista da mulher não os alcançava mais, o velho desceu do burro e mandou que o menino trepasse na sela.&lt;br /&gt;E continuaram o caminho, um pouco desconfiados.&lt;br /&gt;Daí a pouco, toparam com uma velha acompanhada de uma menina.&lt;br /&gt;- Mas que pouca-vergonha! Um velhote fraco como o quê andando a pé e o garoto sacudido em cima do burro! Onde vamos parar?!&lt;br /&gt;Os dois se olharam e, no mesmo instante, o velho montou ma garupa do burro e seguiram caminho.&lt;br /&gt;Não demorou muito e encontraram um padre e um sacristão, que vinham pelo caminho. O padre não gostou nada, nada do que viu:&lt;br /&gt;- Virgem Santa, que pecado! O pobre animal carregando dois gaudérios! É o fim dos tempos!&lt;br /&gt;Desanimados, o velho e o menino desceram do burrico e, sem pensar meia vez, saíram carregando o bicho.&lt;br /&gt;Pensam que o povo sossegou? Que nada! Quando passavam perto das pessoas, ouviam as zombarias:&lt;br /&gt;-Olha só! Três burros! Dois embaixo e um em cima!&lt;br /&gt;Quando chegaram em casa, o velho se sentou pra descansar. Pensou nos acontecimentos do dia, deu um suspiro profundo e, então, disse pro neto:&lt;br /&gt;-É bom pra gente aprender.&lt;br /&gt;- Aprender o quê, vô?&lt;br /&gt;- Aprender a lição, meu neto. Se já não é fácil seguir as próprias idéias, imagine a dificuldade de se seguir as idéias dos outros. Vai ver que é por isso que meu avô dizia: "Quem quer agradar a todos, por fim, não agrada a ninguém!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4768395492233351971-1382429644525000969?l=cryscrystianne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cryscrystianne.blogspot.com/feeds/1382429644525000969/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cryscrystianne.blogspot.com/2009/08/o-velho-o-menino-e-o-burro.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4768395492233351971/posts/default/1382429644525000969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4768395492233351971/posts/default/1382429644525000969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cryscrystianne.blogspot.com/2009/08/o-velho-o-menino-e-o-burro.html' title='O velho, o menino e o burro'/><author><name>Crystianne Carvalho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00768763522626483456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yYAfsBTraWg/SocSOL4TSJI/AAAAAAAAADQ/i7Cr93XbaGk/s72-c/56444992_2d6114f981.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4768395492233351971.post-4206845052341394212</id><published>2009-07-23T10:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T11:06:56.637-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mais um filme perfeito...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yYAfsBTraWg/Smil4_fao6I/AAAAAAAAACs/kH2lYXCvTDI/s1600-h/BenjaminButton.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361717754919035810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 226px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yYAfsBTraWg/Smil4_fao6I/AAAAAAAAACs/kH2lYXCvTDI/s320/BenjaminButton.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;"Se é que minha opinião importa, nunca é tarde demais... ou, no meu caso, cedo demais... para ser quem você quer ser.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Não há limite de tempo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Comece quando você quiser.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Você pode mudar ou continuar sendo a mesma pessoa. Não há regras para esse tipo de coisa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Podemos encarar a vida de forma positiva ou negativa. Espero que escare de forma positiva.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Espero que veja coisas que surpreendam você. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Espero que sinta coisas que nunca sentiu antes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Espero que conheça pessoas com um ponto de vista diferente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Espero que tenha uma vida da qual se orgulhe... e se você descobrir que não tem... espero que tenha forças para conseguir começar novamente."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;                                      (Extraído do filme O ESTRANHO CASO DE BENJAMIN BUTTON)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4768395492233351971-4206845052341394212?l=cryscrystianne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cryscrystianne.blogspot.com/feeds/4206845052341394212/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cryscrystianne.blogspot.com/2009/07/mais-um-filme-perfeito.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4768395492233351971/posts/default/4206845052341394212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4768395492233351971/posts/default/4206845052341394212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cryscrystianne.blogspot.com/2009/07/mais-um-filme-perfeito.html' title='Mais um filme perfeito...'/><author><name>Crystianne Carvalho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00768763522626483456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yYAfsBTraWg/Smil4_fao6I/AAAAAAAAACs/kH2lYXCvTDI/s72-c/BenjaminButton.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4768395492233351971.post-3286541235127979921</id><published>2009-07-18T14:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-18T15:00:17.491-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Quem sou eu?????????????</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yYAfsBTraWg/SmJFn6Sl6KI/AAAAAAAAACU/Ck7MXJOf1UM/s1600-h/100_7749.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359923058488764578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 192px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yYAfsBTraWg/SmJFn6Sl6KI/AAAAAAAAACU/Ck7MXJOf1UM/s200/100_7749.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Quem sou eu????? Bem, difícil de responder, pois as vezes nem eu mesma sei quem sou....&lt;br /&gt;Mas uma coisa posso afirmar com toda exatidão e sem medo de errar, vivo uma vida nova, uma vida que transforma cada dia na mais pura felicidade.&lt;br /&gt;É... Estou amando...&lt;br /&gt;Minha vida se transformou no amor mais puro, verdadeiro e lindo, muito lindo.&lt;br /&gt;Papai do céu tem me dado esse presente e agradeço a Ele todo momento e garanto que não vou decepcionar, pois vou agarrar essa chance com unhas e dentes.&lt;br /&gt;Ao meu amor (Júnior Ramos) dedico todo o carinho, respeito, dedicação, a você meu amor, dedico a minha vida... &lt;em&gt;TE AMO&lt;/em&gt;!!!!!&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&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/4768395492233351971-3286541235127979921?l=cryscrystianne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cryscrystianne.blogspot.com/feeds/3286541235127979921/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cryscrystianne.blogspot.com/2009/07/quem-sou-eu.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4768395492233351971/posts/default/3286541235127979921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4768395492233351971/posts/default/3286541235127979921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cryscrystianne.blogspot.com/2009/07/quem-sou-eu.html' title='Quem sou eu?????????????'/><author><name>Crystianne Carvalho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00768763522626483456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yYAfsBTraWg/SmJFn6Sl6KI/AAAAAAAAACU/Ck7MXJOf1UM/s72-c/100_7749.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4768395492233351971.post-5108655662583230830</id><published>2009-07-16T04:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T05:37:25.728-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Conversa de ontem...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yYAfsBTraWg/Sl8OKO-wBUI/AAAAAAAAACE/yqqA33JWSAE/s1600-h/maos+rezando.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359017650576950594" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 276px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 222px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yYAfsBTraWg/Sl8OKO-wBUI/AAAAAAAAACE/yqqA33JWSAE/s320/maos+rezando.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Deus, por muito tempo eu busquei algo que recentemente tenho encontrado...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Deus, não permita que o pecado me castigue, não deixa ele levar de mim tudo que conquistei&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Por favor Deus,&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;não permita que eu sofra outra vez...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me socorre Deus, não deixa que a felicidade que conquistei fuja de minhas mãos assim de uma forma tão banal...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Deus, eu te amo e sei que você também me ama, por isso te imploro Deus, não deixa que toda a felicidade que tanto estimo morra...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Não me abandona Deus, te imploro, não me abandona...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Amém...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4768395492233351971-5108655662583230830?l=cryscrystianne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cryscrystianne.blogspot.com/feeds/5108655662583230830/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cryscrystianne.blogspot.com/2009/07/conversa-de-ontem.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4768395492233351971/posts/default/5108655662583230830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4768395492233351971/posts/default/5108655662583230830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cryscrystianne.blogspot.com/2009/07/conversa-de-ontem.html' title='Conversa de ontem...'/><author><name>Crystianne Carvalho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00768763522626483456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yYAfsBTraWg/Sl8OKO-wBUI/AAAAAAAAACE/yqqA33JWSAE/s72-c/maos+rezando.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4768395492233351971.post-4655621130576500001</id><published>2009-07-09T13:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T13:48:51.587-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lindo...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yYAfsBTraWg/SlZXhjVEiVI/AAAAAAAAAB8/qj-0N70smgk/s1600-h/o-leitor.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356565040734701906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yYAfsBTraWg/SlZXhjVEiVI/AAAAAAAAAB8/qj-0N70smgk/s320/o-leitor.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://ci.i.uol.com.br/dvds/g/o_leitor_2008_dvd_g.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;"Eu não tenho medo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Não tenho medo de nada.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Quanto mais eu sofro, mais eu amo.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;O perigo só fará crescer o meu amor.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ele o fiará, perdoará o preconceito.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Serei o único anjo de que você precisa.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Você deixará a vida ainda mais bonita do que quando entrou.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;O céu a levará de volta, olhará para você e dirá: 'Somente uma coisa pode nos completar'.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;E esta coisa é o &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;amor&lt;/span&gt;".&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Extraído do filme O Leitor)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4768395492233351971-4655621130576500001?l=cryscrystianne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cryscrystianne.blogspot.com/feeds/4655621130576500001/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cryscrystianne.blogspot.com/2009/07/lindo.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4768395492233351971/posts/default/4655621130576500001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4768395492233351971/posts/default/4655621130576500001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cryscrystianne.blogspot.com/2009/07/lindo.html' title='Lindo...'/><author><name>Crystianne Carvalho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00768763522626483456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yYAfsBTraWg/SlZXhjVEiVI/AAAAAAAAAB8/qj-0N70smgk/s72-c/o-leitor.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4768395492233351971.post-4143306320467334014</id><published>2009-07-04T12:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T05:45:32.260-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ao meu amor...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yYAfsBTraWg/Sk-ub8_RXZI/AAAAAAAAAB0/0on7fxsgSpU/s1600-h/OQAAAOmkPayq5fIgofGQdc0o9XC53Ozu9GVVgxBrHhLMH3wo9GRqbPUzq3HEiWpR7zQQ8y2sgwaXwH_ySD3KLYLu1xQAm1T1UD5JUZVPmSXYM95hZq1fGxMmAak-.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354690277218016658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 235px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yYAfsBTraWg/Sk-ub8_RXZI/AAAAAAAAAB0/0on7fxsgSpU/s320/OQAAAOmkPayq5fIgofGQdc0o9XC53Ozu9GVVgxBrHhLMH3wo9GRqbPUzq3HEiWpR7zQQ8y2sgwaXwH_ySD3KLYLu1xQAm1T1UD5JUZVPmSXYM95hZq1fGxMmAak-.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Antes de te conhecer, admito que o tempo foi ingrato comigo,mas ele sabia o que estava fazendo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;E quando menos esperei, ele te colocou em meu caminho, trazendo para minha vida alguém que eu não conhecia. A pureza de um carinho, um olhar de felicidade que você expressa através da &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a oncontextmenu="return false;" onmouseover="hw4437075570630(event, this, '-702136576'); this.style.cursor='hand'; this.style.textDecoration='underline'; this.style.borderBottom='solid';" style="CURSOR: hand; COLOR: #cc0099; BORDER-BOTTOM: 1px dotted; TEXT-DECORATION: underline" onclick="hwClick4437075570630(-702136576);return false;" onmouseout="hideMaybe(event, this); this.style.cursor='hand'; this.style.textDecoration='underline'; this.style.borderBottom='dotted 1px'; " href="http://mensagensepoemas.uol.com.br/#"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;alegria&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; que seu coração me retribui.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Estar contigo talvez seja um sonho do qual eu nunca vou querer acordar, dormiria a eternidade se fosse preciso só para estar juntinho de ti,do teu lado em teus braços, para eu poder sentir o seu coração batendo junto ao meu, as suas mãos descendo devagarinho pelo meu rosto...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Durante toda a minha &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a oncontextmenu="return false;" onmouseover="hw11378098971630(event, this, '-702136576'); this.style.cursor='hand'; this.style.textDecoration='underline'; this.style.borderBottom='solid';" style="CURSOR: hand; COLOR: #cc0099; BORDER-BOTTOM: 1px dotted; TEXT-DECORATION: underline" onclick="hwClick11378098971630(-702136576);return false;" onmouseout="hideMaybe(event, this); this.style.cursor='hand'; this.style.textDecoration='underline'; this.style.borderBottom='dotted 1px'; " href="http://mensagensepoemas.uol.com.br/#"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;vida&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;, nunca imaginei gostar de alguém assim. Ter você significa a realização de um sonho, e o despertar de uma realidade que poderá ser eterna.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Te amo muito!!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4768395492233351971-4143306320467334014?l=cryscrystianne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cryscrystianne.blogspot.com/feeds/4143306320467334014/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cryscrystianne.blogspot.com/2009/07/ao-meu-amor.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4768395492233351971/posts/default/4143306320467334014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4768395492233351971/posts/default/4143306320467334014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cryscrystianne.blogspot.com/2009/07/ao-meu-amor.html' title='Ao meu amor...'/><author><name>Crystianne Carvalho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00768763522626483456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yYAfsBTraWg/Sk-ub8_RXZI/AAAAAAAAAB0/0on7fxsgSpU/s72-c/OQAAAOmkPayq5fIgofGQdc0o9XC53Ozu9GVVgxBrHhLMH3wo9GRqbPUzq3HEiWpR7zQQ8y2sgwaXwH_ySD3KLYLu1xQAm1T1UD5JUZVPmSXYM95hZq1fGxMmAak-.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4768395492233351971.post-6116566770264109039</id><published>2009-06-21T17:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T17:15:19.787-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Estou Apaixonada...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yYAfsBTraWg/Sj7NBJxByfI/AAAAAAAAABs/_Gy-ZSvY3Pc/s1600-h/thumbnail.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349938827047848434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 190px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yYAfsBTraWg/Sj7NBJxByfI/AAAAAAAAABs/_Gy-ZSvY3Pc/s320/thumbnail.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Eu estou apaixonada pelo seu olhar, pelo seu sorriso, pela sua voz que acende os meus sentidos...Pelo toque de suas mãos que trazem emoção à minha vida...Estou apaixonada por você...Pelos seu sonhos, pelos seus projetos, pela sua maneira de caminhar em direção ao maravilhoso universo azul...Estou apaixonada por você...E quero que saiba o quanto essa paixão, mudou a minha vida, mudou os rumos do meu coração...Como é bom acordar pela manhã, com a certeza de ter alguém tão importante dentro do nosso coração...Você é para mim a verdadeira razão de existir...estou apaixonada...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4768395492233351971-6116566770264109039?l=cryscrystianne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cryscrystianne.blogspot.com/feeds/6116566770264109039/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cryscrystianne.blogspot.com/2009/06/estou-apaixonada.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4768395492233351971/posts/default/6116566770264109039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4768395492233351971/posts/default/6116566770264109039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cryscrystianne.blogspot.com/2009/06/estou-apaixonada.html' title='Estou Apaixonada...'/><author><name>Crystianne Carvalho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00768763522626483456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yYAfsBTraWg/Sj7NBJxByfI/AAAAAAAAABs/_Gy-ZSvY3Pc/s72-c/thumbnail.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4768395492233351971.post-6128253082680473266</id><published>2009-06-19T16:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T16:54:11.468-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sem palavras...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yYAfsBTraWg/SjwjoN3JNPI/AAAAAAAAABk/2Db2Bp1YekM/s1600-h/tristeza.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349189631231997170" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 316px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yYAfsBTraWg/SjwjoN3JNPI/AAAAAAAAABk/2Db2Bp1YekM/s320/tristeza.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Em meio a tantos beijos, abraços, carinhos, juras de amor... Surge uma falha, como não se pôde imaginar que existiria??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Uma relação entre seres carnais, pecadores e defeituosos... Não podia ser perfeito, claro que não... É muita inocência acreditar nessa possibilidade de perfeição.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;E agora fico sem palavras... Sem palavras pra expressar quanta tristeza há em meu coração.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Por mais que alguém pareça frio e sem coração, sempre tem algo que o comova, e esse algo me comoveu, me tocou de tal maneira que a cada minuto que passa estraçalha meu peito descontroladamente.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Só lamento, pois nada posso fazer, a não ser sofrer e aprender com mais essa...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Até breve!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4768395492233351971-6128253082680473266?l=cryscrystianne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cryscrystianne.blogspot.com/feeds/6128253082680473266/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cryscrystianne.blogspot.com/2009/06/sem-palavras.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4768395492233351971/posts/default/6128253082680473266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4768395492233351971/posts/default/6128253082680473266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cryscrystianne.blogspot.com/2009/06/sem-palavras.html' title='Sem palavras...'/><author><name>Crystianne Carvalho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00768763522626483456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yYAfsBTraWg/SjwjoN3JNPI/AAAAAAAAABk/2Db2Bp1YekM/s72-c/tristeza.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4768395492233351971.post-1997613659880878049</id><published>2009-06-18T06:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T07:19:36.293-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Como fazer alguém feliz</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yz54b7kqjW0/SRt-_2kUvGI/AAAAAAAAAbs/ineiAEgIDNM/s320/eu_me_amo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 287px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yz54b7kqjW0/SRt-_2kUvGI/AAAAAAAAAbs/ineiAEgIDNM/s320/eu_me_amo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dê um beijo. Um abraço. Um passo na outra direção!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aproxime-se sem cerimônia.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dê um pouco de calor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dê um pouco do seu sentimento sincero.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sente-se bem perto e deixe-se ficar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Algum tempo ou muito tempo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Não conte o tempo de se dar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aprenda a burlar a superficialidade.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sonhe o sonho, sem duvidar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Deixe o sorriso acontecer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Quebre as barreiras.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Liberte-se de seus medos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Rasgue o preconceito.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Olhe nos olhos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Respeite uma lágrima.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ouça uma história, ou muitas, com atenção.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Irradie simplicidade, simpatia, energia.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Não espere ser solicitado. Preste um favor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lembre-se de um caso.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Converse sério ou fiado. Conte uma piada. Ache graça.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ajude a resolver um problema.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pergunte: Por quê? Como vai? Como tem passado? Que tem feito de bom? Que há de novo?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Preste atenção.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sugira um passeio.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Um bom livro, uma boa música ou mesmo um programa de televisão.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Diga, de vez em quando: você é o máximo!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Peça desculpas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Diga muito obrigado.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Não tem importância, que se há de fazer, dá-se um jeito.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tente de todas as maneiras ser simpático.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Seja verdadeiro.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;E nã se espante, se depois de tudo isso, a pessoa mais feliz do mundo for...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;Você!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4768395492233351971-1997613659880878049?l=cryscrystianne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cryscrystianne.blogspot.com/feeds/1997613659880878049/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cryscrystianne.blogspot.com/2009/06/como-fazer-alguem-feliz.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4768395492233351971/posts/default/1997613659880878049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4768395492233351971/posts/default/1997613659880878049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cryscrystianne.blogspot.com/2009/06/como-fazer-alguem-feliz.html' title='Como fazer alguém feliz'/><author><name>Crystianne Carvalho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00768763522626483456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yz54b7kqjW0/SRt-_2kUvGI/AAAAAAAAAbs/ineiAEgIDNM/s72-c/eu_me_amo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4768395492233351971.post-3420356993353675227</id><published>2009-06-10T17:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T17:08:29.011-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Esperança</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yYAfsBTraWg/SjBKlKVotMI/AAAAAAAAABc/ZhThWEDxvh0/s1600-h/teste1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345854759979496642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 251px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yYAfsBTraWg/SjBKlKVotMI/AAAAAAAAABc/ZhThWEDxvh0/s320/teste1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Estou hoje com mais esperança do que tive ontem, quando realmente achei que tinha perdido a esperança, aquele olhar, aquela luz, foi como um farol guiando-me para fora da tempestade, me mostrando um porto seguro.O que podemos fazer sempre é lutar, lutar sempre para sermos felizes, só assim conquistaremos a verdadeira felicidade… Estou no caminho certo, agora sei disso mais do que nunca…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4768395492233351971-3420356993353675227?l=cryscrystianne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cryscrystianne.blogspot.com/feeds/3420356993353675227/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cryscrystianne.blogspot.com/2009/06/esperanca.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4768395492233351971/posts/default/3420356993353675227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4768395492233351971/posts/default/3420356993353675227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cryscrystianne.blogspot.com/2009/06/esperanca.html' title='Esperança'/><author><name>Crystianne Carvalho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00768763522626483456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yYAfsBTraWg/SjBKlKVotMI/AAAAAAAAABc/ZhThWEDxvh0/s72-c/teste1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4768395492233351971.post-6604977154377018161</id><published>2009-06-02T17:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T18:03:00.350-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Querer...</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Como já dizia o poeta, eu quero apenas carinho, o sol brilhando pra mim....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na vida é tão bom querer, desejar e principalmente conseguir o que se almeja.&lt;br /&gt;Ter carinho na hora necessária, chamego na hora certa, alguém pra dividir assuntos, alguém pra conversar, desabafar... Ter alguém que te complete, que te faça feliz... Uma amiga certa vez me disse o seguinte: "felicidade não existe e sim momentos felizes". Nada melhor que viver vários desses momentos, hoje posso dizer que ja vive vários desses momentos, alguns maravilhosos, doces e inesquecíveis...&lt;br /&gt;Sou feliz, pois dos maiores momentos q tenho na vida, a maioria são de pura felicidade isso me orgulho de dizer.&lt;br /&gt;Sabe o que eu quero??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vários desses momentos de hoje em diante...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muitos beijos!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4768395492233351971-6604977154377018161?l=cryscrystianne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cryscrystianne.blogspot.com/feeds/6604977154377018161/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cryscrystianne.blogspot.com/2009/06/querer.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4768395492233351971/posts/default/6604977154377018161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4768395492233351971/posts/default/6604977154377018161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cryscrystianne.blogspot.com/2009/06/querer.html' title='Querer...'/><author><name>Crystianne Carvalho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00768763522626483456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4768395492233351971.post-5340632174204211788</id><published>2009-06-01T17:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T07:23:51.493-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Acertos e... erros</title><content type='html'>No final deste dia, tive vontade de escrever, escrever sobre os fatos ocorridos no dia, sobre os acertos e os desacertos cometidos dia-a-dia durante a vida, coisas feitas impensadamente que provocam arrependimento mais tarde... outras não.&lt;br /&gt;Quando você para pra pensar naquela ligação e diz: "poxa não devia ter ligado, que saco!!!!" Isso é do tipo de coisa que atormenta qualquer mente, muito engraçado isso, você passa meia hora na frente do telefone se perguntando se deve ligar ou não e derepente comete um erro... é, você não devia ter ligado, mas passou e agora outras dúvidas surgirão e novamente você vai acertar e errar.&lt;br /&gt;A lição que devemos sempre ter dessas situações é que devemos sempre aprender com esses erros e principalmente com os acertos.&lt;br /&gt;E quando você se martiriza com a idéia de que SE você não o tivesse conhecido tudo seria diferente, e o q ue se deve fazer???? Você já o conheceu e infelizmente ainda não inventaram a máquina do tempo, pra você poder voltar no tempo e refazer ou desfazer aquilo que está lhe incomodando. A solução, é aprender com o que acontece na vida e enfrentar tudo de peito aberto.&lt;br /&gt;É só crer que um dia os erros viram acertos e torcer para que os acertos não se tornem erros...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mil beijos e até breve!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4768395492233351971-5340632174204211788?l=cryscrystianne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cryscrystianne.blogspot.com/feeds/5340632174204211788/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cryscrystianne.blogspot.com/2009/06/acertos-e-desacertos-da-vida.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4768395492233351971/posts/default/5340632174204211788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4768395492233351971/posts/default/5340632174204211788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cryscrystianne.blogspot.com/2009/06/acertos-e-desacertos-da-vida.html' title='Acertos e... erros'/><author><name>Crystianne Carvalho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00768763522626483456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
