<?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-5224984452617887605</id><updated>2011-10-26T16:41:18.964-07:00</updated><title type='text'>.um simples sorriso.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daiayres.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5224984452617887605/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daiayres.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Daiane Ayres</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11450863615414385584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_pu_jUcfdXj0/SGgf5s-QnYI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/HEXxfDDwXkE/S220/02.05.08+018.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>9</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5224984452617887605.post-503506995374297597</id><published>2009-11-11T17:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T17:31:08.583-08:00</updated><title type='text'>É a vida, é bonita e é bonita ♪</title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pu_jUcfdXj0/SvtknW3Pk3I/AAAAAAAAAPw/kBABSPDZbFI/s1600-h/certoalguem.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 142px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pu_jUcfdXj0/SvtknW3Pk3I/AAAAAAAAAPw/kBABSPDZbFI/s200/certoalguem.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403022805276005234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: arial;"&gt;Nunca deixem de usar filtro solar!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: arial;"&gt;Se eu pudesse dar uma só dica sobre o futuro,seria esta: use filtro solar.Os benefícios a longo prazo do uso de filtro solar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: arial;"&gt;estão provados e comprovados pela ciência;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: arial;"&gt;já o resto de meus conselhos não tem outra base confiável além de minha própria experiência errante.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: arial;"&gt;Mas agora eu vou compartilhar esses conselhos com vocês.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Aproveite bem&lt;/span&gt;, o máximo que puder, o poder e a beleza da juventude.&lt;br /&gt;Ou, então, esquece... Você nunca vai entender mesmo o poder&lt;br /&gt;e a beleza da juventude até que tenham se apagado.&lt;br /&gt;Mas, pode crer, daqui a vinte anos, você vai evocar as suas fotos e&lt;br /&gt;perceber de um jeito - que você nem desconfia hoje em dia&lt;br /&gt;quantas tantas alternativas se lhe escancaravam à sua frente,&lt;br /&gt;e como você realmente tava com tudo em cima.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Você não é tão gordo(a) quanto pensa!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: arial;"&gt;Não se preocupe com o futuro.&lt;br /&gt;Ou então preocupe-se, se quiser, mas saiba que pré-ocupação&lt;br /&gt;é tão eficaz quanto mascar chiclete&lt;br /&gt;para tentar resolver uma equação de álgebra.&lt;br /&gt;As encrencas de verdade de sua vida tendem a vir de coisas que nunca&lt;br /&gt;passaram pela sua cabeça preocupada, e te pegam no ponto fraco às quatro&lt;br /&gt;da tarde de uma terça-feira modorrenta.&lt;br /&gt;Todo dia enfrente pelo menos uma coisa que te meta medo de verdade.&lt;br /&gt;Cante.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Não seja leviano com o coração dos outros.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;  Não ature gente de coração leviano.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Use fio dental.&lt;br /&gt;Não perca tempo com inveja.&lt;br /&gt;Às vezes se está por cima,&lt;br /&gt;às vezes por baixo.&lt;br /&gt;A peleja é longa e, no fim,&lt;br /&gt;é só você contra você mesmo.&lt;br /&gt;Não esqueça os elogios que receber.&lt;br /&gt;Esqueça as ofensas.&lt;br /&gt;Se conseguir isso, me ensine.&lt;br /&gt;Guarde as antigas cartas de amor.&lt;br /&gt;Jogue fora os extratos bancários velhos.&lt;br /&gt;Estique-se.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: arial;"&gt;Não se sinta culpado por não saber o que fazer da vida.&lt;br /&gt;As pessoas mais interessantes que eu conheço não sabiam,&lt;br /&gt;aos vinte e dois, o que queriam fazer da vida.&lt;br /&gt;Alguns dos quarentões mais interessantes que conheço ainda não sabem.&lt;br /&gt;Tome bastante cálcio.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pu_jUcfdXj0/SvtkOn-ghOI/AAAAAAAAAPo/evuLEXEndC8/s1600-h/velhinhos.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 158px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pu_jUcfdXj0/SvtkOn-ghOI/AAAAAAAAAPo/evuLEXEndC8/s200/velhinhos.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403022380373148898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seja cuidadoso com os joelhos.&lt;br /&gt;Você vai sentir falta deles.&lt;br /&gt;Talvez você case, talvez não.&lt;br /&gt;Talvez tenha filhos, talvez não.&lt;br /&gt;Talvez se divorcie aos quarenta, talvez dance ciranda em suas bodas de diamante.&lt;br /&gt;Faça o que fizer, não se auto-congratule demais, nem seja severo demais com você.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;As suas escolhas tem sempre metade das chances de dar certo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É assim pra todo mundo.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: arial;"&gt;Desfrute de seu corpo.&lt;br /&gt;Use-o de toda maneira que puder. Mesmo.&lt;br /&gt;Não tenha medo de seu corpo ou do que as outras pessoas possam achar dele.&lt;br /&gt;É o mais incrível instrumento que você jamais vai possuir.&lt;br /&gt;Dance.&lt;br /&gt;Mesmo que não tenha aonde além de seu próprio quarto.&lt;br /&gt;Leia as instruções, mesmo que não vá segui-las depois.&lt;br /&gt;Não leia revistas de beleza. Elas só vão fazer você se achar feio.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pu_jUcfdXj0/Svtjuy9R13I/AAAAAAAAAPY/3IE30VE_EUY/s1600-h/amigos%282%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pu_jUcfdXj0/Svtjuy9R13I/AAAAAAAAAPY/3IE30VE_EUY/s200/amigos%282%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403021833564968818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: arial;"&gt;Dedique-se a conhecer os seus pais.&lt;br /&gt;É impossível prever quando eles terão ido embora, de vez.&lt;br /&gt;Seja legal com seus irmãos. Eles são a melhor ponte com o seu passado&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pu_jUcfdXj0/Svtj92iC2KI/AAAAAAAAAPg/1ozvG81Ovko/s1600-h/amigos1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pu_jUcfdXj0/Svtj92iC2KI/AAAAAAAAAPg/1ozvG81Ovko/s200/amigos1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403022092222519458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e possivelmente quem vai sempre mesmo te apoiar no futuro.&lt;br /&gt;Entenda que amigos vão e vem, mas nunca abra mão de uns poucos e bons.&lt;br /&gt;Esforce-se de verdade para diminuir as distâncias geográficas&lt;br /&gt;e de estilos de vida, porque quanto mais velho você ficar,&lt;br /&gt;mais você vai precisar das pessoas que conheceu quando jovem.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pu_jUcfdXj0/SvtjARo9v1I/AAAAAAAAAPI/REc8VpjdnjY/s1600-h/ny.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 119px; height: 85px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pu_jUcfdXj0/SvtjARo9v1I/AAAAAAAAAPI/REc8VpjdnjY/s200/ny.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403021034347413330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;More uma vez em Nova York, mas vá embora antes de endurecer.&lt;br /&gt;More uma vez no Havaí, mas se mande antes de amolecer.&lt;br /&gt;Viaje.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pu_jUcfdXj0/Svtjgnm09kI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/bNs4Pz0QJ-M/s1600-h/Hawaii1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 121px; height: 97px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pu_jUcfdXj0/Svtjgnm09kI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/bNs4Pz0QJ-M/s200/Hawaii1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403021589999842882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: arial;"&gt;Aceite certas verdades inescapáveis:&lt;br /&gt;Os preços vão subir. Os políticos vão saracotear.&lt;br /&gt;Você, também, vai envelhecer.&lt;br /&gt;E quando isso acontecer, você vai fantasiar que quando era jovem,&lt;br /&gt;os preços eram razoáveis, os políticos eram decentes,&lt;br /&gt;e as crianças, respeitavam os mais velhos.&lt;br /&gt;Respeite os mais velhos.&lt;br /&gt;E não espere que ninguém segure a sua barra.&lt;br /&gt;Talvez você arrume uma boa aposentadoria privada.&lt;br /&gt;Talvez case com um bom partido.&lt;br /&gt;Mas não esqueça que um dos dois pode de repente acabar.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: arial;"&gt;Não mexa demais nos cabelos senão quando você chegar aos quarenta&lt;br /&gt;vai aparentar oitenta e cinco.&lt;br /&gt;Cuidado com os conselhos que comprar,&lt;br /&gt;mas seja paciente com aqueles que os oferecem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Conselho é uma forma de nostalgia.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;  Compartilhar conselhos é um jeito de pescar o passado do lixo, esfregá-lo,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;  repintar as partes feias e reciclar tudo por mais do que vale.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: arial;"&gt;Mas no filtro solar, acredite!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pu_jUcfdXj0/Svtk3Mi4UfI/AAAAAAAAAP4/1ybZSVD-EsA/s1600-h/sol.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pu_jUcfdXj0/Svtk3Mi4UfI/AAAAAAAAAP4/1ybZSVD-EsA/s200/sol.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403023077384147442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-style: italic;"&gt;Filtro Solar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-style: italic;"&gt;Composição: Mary Schmich&lt;/small&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/5224984452617887605-503506995374297597?l=daiayres.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daiayres.blogspot.com/feeds/503506995374297597/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5224984452617887605&amp;postID=503506995374297597&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5224984452617887605/posts/default/503506995374297597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5224984452617887605/posts/default/503506995374297597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daiayres.blogspot.com/2009/11/e-vida-e-bonita-e-e-bonita.html' title='É a vida, é bonita e é bonita ♪'/><author><name>Daiane Ayres</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11450863615414385584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_pu_jUcfdXj0/SGgf5s-QnYI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/HEXxfDDwXkE/S220/02.05.08+018.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pu_jUcfdXj0/SvtknW3Pk3I/AAAAAAAAAPw/kBABSPDZbFI/s72-c/certoalguem.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5224984452617887605.post-6461114466874002655</id><published>2009-11-01T19:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T20:04:55.724-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Agora eu quero sol!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pu_jUcfdXj0/Su5Xq1biWiI/AAAAAAAAAOI/qW5ca0F7_p8/s1600-h/chuva1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 247px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pu_jUcfdXj0/Su5Xq1biWiI/AAAAAAAAAOI/qW5ca0F7_p8/s320/chuva1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399349396672502306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Como já era de se esperar o feriado de &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Finados&lt;/span&gt; chega acompanhado da chuva [isso não é novidade pra ninguém, né?!]...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;O que me espanta é que, justamente, na semana em que antecede o feriado, chove! E não é uma SIMPLES chuva... aquela boa pra dormir, péssima pra acordar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;É uma chuva que não pára... não pára mesmo! Uma chuva que destrói os planos de um feriado 'praiano', estradas de todo o Brasil e a vida de milhares de brasileiros...                                                         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: right; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pu_jUcfdXj0/Su5YCDIIQaI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/-AKqVKun91A/s1600-h/ROM_8848.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 133px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pu_jUcfdXj0/Su5YCDIIQaI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/-AKqVKun91A/s200/ROM_8848.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399349795486187938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;É um verdadeiro paradoxo, né?! Como pode a chuva render belos poemas, belas fotografias, ótimas lembranças, enquanto a mesma, com sua intensidade, consegue fazer tantos estragos?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;A natureza é bela e incompreensível! E como é...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Mas assim como muitos, eu também espero por 'dias melhores, dias de paz...'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Pq vamos combinar: eu adoro chuva, mas isso já é ridículo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Enfim... saudade do sol nosso de todos os dias, ou melhor, o sol de duas semanas atrás!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;(Daiane Ayres)&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;É.Eu voltei... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/5224984452617887605-6461114466874002655?l=daiayres.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daiayres.blogspot.com/feeds/6461114466874002655/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5224984452617887605&amp;postID=6461114466874002655&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5224984452617887605/posts/default/6461114466874002655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5224984452617887605/posts/default/6461114466874002655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daiayres.blogspot.com/2009/11/agora-eu-quero-sol.html' title='Agora eu quero sol!'/><author><name>Daiane Ayres</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11450863615414385584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_pu_jUcfdXj0/SGgf5s-QnYI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/HEXxfDDwXkE/S220/02.05.08+018.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pu_jUcfdXj0/Su5Xq1biWiI/AAAAAAAAAOI/qW5ca0F7_p8/s72-c/chuva1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5224984452617887605.post-4072796505682775347</id><published>2008-08-31T17:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-31T18:35:42.656-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Prazer indecifrável...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://sampaist.com/attachments/sp_ffontes/samba.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pu_jUcfdXj0/SLtDJH3eOkI/AAAAAAAAAKM/fbXRkeoDntg/s1600-h/pandeiro-couro.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240856415385303618" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pu_jUcfdXj0/SLtDJH3eOkI/AAAAAAAAAKM/fbXRkeoDntg/s200/pandeiro-couro.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Inicialmente tudo pareceu-me novo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Sorri, timidamente, como se estivesse em um lugar proibido, para não demonstrar a ânsia que pairava sobre mim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Meu corpo balançou [de forma involuntária] para lá e para cá.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Enquanto quem me acompanhava já sabia de có todos os movimentos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Descia, girava, sorria... chamava a atenção... de todos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pu_jUcfdXj0/SLtFMGWS9BI/AAAAAAAAAKU/u-vEi82P_0o/s1600-h/samba.jpg"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240858665540580370" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pu_jUcfdXj0/SLtFMGWS9BI/AAAAAAAAAKU/u-vEi82P_0o/s200/samba.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cccccc;"&gt;E eu começava a compreender os movimentos que o meu corpo fazia, ainda involuntariamente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Comecei a descer, girar... chamei a atenção... de todos. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cccccc;"&gt;O ar ficou ofegante, suei, meu corpo doía [era uma sensação gostosa], e eu não queria parar. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Pra quê, se ainda era tão cedo? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Meu corpo foi tomado por uma vontade incessante de continuar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Já não sentia meus pés... E quem me acompanhava era só alegria, e eu era só alegria.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Acabou... o sol já raiava.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;E eu descobri como é gostoso cair num samba. ♪&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Daiane Ayres&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/5224984452617887605-4072796505682775347?l=daiayres.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daiayres.blogspot.com/feeds/4072796505682775347/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5224984452617887605&amp;postID=4072796505682775347&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5224984452617887605/posts/default/4072796505682775347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5224984452617887605/posts/default/4072796505682775347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daiayres.blogspot.com/2008/08/prazer-indecifrvel.html' title='Prazer indecifrável...'/><author><name>Daiane Ayres</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11450863615414385584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_pu_jUcfdXj0/SGgf5s-QnYI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/HEXxfDDwXkE/S220/02.05.08+018.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pu_jUcfdXj0/SLtDJH3eOkI/AAAAAAAAAKM/fbXRkeoDntg/s72-c/pandeiro-couro.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5224984452617887605.post-8855697427940836004</id><published>2008-07-13T10:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-13T13:33:44.915-07:00</updated><title type='text'>O olhar para atrás...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pu_jUcfdXj0/SHpcneshhHI/AAAAAAAAAJY/oGqvKp5M2jg/s1600-h/saudadesDoFuturo.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222588551213974642" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pu_jUcfdXj0/SHpcneshhHI/AAAAAAAAAJY/oGqvKp5M2jg/s200/saudadesDoFuturo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;É tão estranho o olhar pra atrás... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lembrar da sua infância e perceber que sente falta de TUDO,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;enquanto achava que naquela época não se tinha NADA, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;ou que muito faltava para ser feliz, mas que hoje nada devolve aquela felicidade gratuita, natural...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lembrar da escola... dos amigos, aliás, dos irmãos...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sua segunda casa! Enfim, a formação de uma família (eu tinha uma mãe, vários irmãos, tias, tios&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;e até avós)... e era tão bom... era muito bom!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lembrar do pré-vestibular, e de todos os perrengues passados por lá, e perceber &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pu_jUcfdXj0/SHpgHj9tA4I/AAAAAAAAAJg/iTa5o6BDSTM/s1600-h/saudades0.jpg"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222592400918905730" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pu_jUcfdXj0/SHpgHj9tA4I/AAAAAAAAAJg/iTa5o6BDSTM/s200/saudades0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;que foi uma das melhores épocas da vida... a época em que a gente amadurece...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Não é que esse lembrar me deixa triste, ou venha a revelar a falta "de coisas"que não tenho mais... muito pelo contrário, esse lembrar me faz ver como fui e posso ser feliz!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;O olhar pra atrás me trás a tona sentimentos... sentimentos que eu não sentia, e que hoje passo a sentir, e que futuramente sentirei com mais intensidade. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;tô morrendo, sim... de saudade ♪&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;(Daiane Ayres)&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/5224984452617887605-8855697427940836004?l=daiayres.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daiayres.blogspot.com/feeds/8855697427940836004/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5224984452617887605&amp;postID=8855697427940836004&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5224984452617887605/posts/default/8855697427940836004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5224984452617887605/posts/default/8855697427940836004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daiayres.blogspot.com/2008/07/o-olhar-para-atrs.html' title='O olhar para atrás...'/><author><name>Daiane Ayres</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11450863615414385584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_pu_jUcfdXj0/SGgf5s-QnYI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/HEXxfDDwXkE/S220/02.05.08+018.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pu_jUcfdXj0/SHpcneshhHI/AAAAAAAAAJY/oGqvKp5M2jg/s72-c/saudadesDoFuturo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5224984452617887605.post-5702518628485014704</id><published>2008-06-28T20:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-28T20:45:53.332-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Andam dizendo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pu_jUcfdXj0/SGcB9eF0BzI/AAAAAAAAAIk/ZoiNuZTjTCw/s1600-h/noite0.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217140848893101874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pu_jUcfdXj0/SGcB9eF0BzI/AAAAAAAAAIk/ZoiNuZTjTCw/s200/noite0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Andam dizendo na noite&lt;br /&gt;Que eu já não te amo&lt;br /&gt;Que eu saio na noite&lt;br /&gt;E já não te chamo&lt;br /&gt;Que eu ando, talvez&lt;br /&gt;Procurando outro amor.&lt;br /&gt;Mas ninguém sabe, querida&lt;br /&gt;O que é ter carinho&lt;br /&gt;Que eu saio na noite,&lt;br /&gt;Mas fico sozinho&lt;br /&gt;Bem perto da lua,&lt;br /&gt;Bem perto da dor.&lt;br /&gt;Perto da dor de saber&lt;br /&gt;Que este céu não existe&lt;br /&gt;E que tudo o que nasce&lt;br /&gt;Tem sempre um fim triste&lt;br /&gt;Até meu carinho,&lt;br /&gt;Até nosso amor" &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;(&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tom Jobim &amp;amp; Vinicius de Moraes&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5224984452617887605-5702518628485014704?l=daiayres.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daiayres.blogspot.com/feeds/5702518628485014704/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5224984452617887605&amp;postID=5702518628485014704&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5224984452617887605/posts/default/5702518628485014704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5224984452617887605/posts/default/5702518628485014704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daiayres.blogspot.com/2008/06/andam-dizendo.html' title='Andam dizendo'/><author><name>Daiane Ayres</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11450863615414385584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_pu_jUcfdXj0/SGgf5s-QnYI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/HEXxfDDwXkE/S220/02.05.08+018.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pu_jUcfdXj0/SGcB9eF0BzI/AAAAAAAAAIk/ZoiNuZTjTCw/s72-c/noite0.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5224984452617887605.post-7379890477499704842</id><published>2008-06-22T09:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-22T09:30:53.703-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Em busca de um sentido...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pu_jUcfdXj0/SF5-AmGy3VI/AAAAAAAAAIU/-rzpOBV0emU/s1600-h/CÃ³pia+de+HPIM1453.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214743967235759442" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pu_jUcfdXj0/SF5-AmGy3VI/AAAAAAAAAIU/-rzpOBV0emU/s200/C%C3%B3pia+de+HPIM1453.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pu_jUcfdXj0/SF582UtzGVI/AAAAAAAAAIM/-3qG4xsTtT0/s1600-h/CÃ³pia+de+HPIM1453.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Porque as coisas acontecem assim?!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Porque dizem que amanhã sempre vai ser melhor que hoje?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Porque HOJE não pode ser melhor que amanhã?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Assim a vida passa...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Eu aqui, longe [de mim]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Às vezes, procuro em algum lugar&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Marcas, lembranças&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;E o que encontro é SAUDADE...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Saudade, do que não foi;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;De palavras não ditas&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;De emoções que PODERIAM ser transmitidas.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Saudade do &lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ONTEM&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; - e do que podia ter acontecido&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Revolta, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HOJE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; - e de não ter tentado&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Esperança &lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AMANHÃ&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; - com a vontade de mudar e ser diferente!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;(&lt;strong&gt;Daiane Ayres&lt;/strong&gt;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;"O dia mente a cor da noite&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;E o diamante a cor dos olhos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Os olhos mentem dia e noite a dor da gente"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;- O Teatro Mágico -&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5224984452617887605-7379890477499704842?l=daiayres.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daiayres.blogspot.com/feeds/7379890477499704842/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5224984452617887605&amp;postID=7379890477499704842&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5224984452617887605/posts/default/7379890477499704842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5224984452617887605/posts/default/7379890477499704842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daiayres.blogspot.com/2008/06/em-busca-de-um-sentido.html' title='Em busca de um sentido...'/><author><name>Daiane Ayres</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11450863615414385584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_pu_jUcfdXj0/SGgf5s-QnYI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/HEXxfDDwXkE/S220/02.05.08+018.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pu_jUcfdXj0/SF5-AmGy3VI/AAAAAAAAAIU/-rzpOBV0emU/s72-c/C%C3%B3pia+de+HPIM1453.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5224984452617887605.post-469769780577043860</id><published>2008-06-15T14:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-15T14:10:48.922-07:00</updated><title type='text'>E assim a gente segue...</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Meu coração?!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Vai bem, obrigada...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sim, está batendo, mas não por você...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ele bate, simplesmente por bater!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.:Daiane Ayres:.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5224984452617887605-469769780577043860?l=daiayres.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daiayres.blogspot.com/feeds/469769780577043860/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5224984452617887605&amp;postID=469769780577043860&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5224984452617887605/posts/default/469769780577043860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5224984452617887605/posts/default/469769780577043860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daiayres.blogspot.com/2008/06/e-assim-gente-segue.html' title='E assim a gente segue...'/><author><name>Daiane Ayres</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11450863615414385584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_pu_jUcfdXj0/SGgf5s-QnYI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/HEXxfDDwXkE/S220/02.05.08+018.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5224984452617887605.post-8793865156222721124</id><published>2008-04-05T20:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-05T20:55:14.997-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pαlαvrαs...</title><content type='html'>"Eu queriα trαzer-te uns versos&lt;br /&gt;muito lindos colhidos no mαis íntimo de mim...&lt;br /&gt;Suαs pαlαvrαs seriαm αs mαis simples do mundo,&lt;br /&gt;porém não sei que luz αs iluminαriα que&lt;br /&gt;teriα de fechαr teus olhos pαrα αs ouvir...&lt;br /&gt;Sim! Umα luz que viriα de dentro delαs,&lt;br /&gt;como essα que acende inesperαdαs cores&lt;br /&gt;nαs lαnternαs chinesαs de pαpel!&lt;br /&gt;Trαgo-te pαlαvrαs, apenαs...&lt;br /&gt;e que estão escritαs do lαdo de forα do pαpel...&lt;br /&gt;Não sei, eu nuncα soube o que dizer-te&lt;br /&gt;e este poemα vαi morrendo, αrdente e puro, αo vento dα Poesiα...&lt;br /&gt;como umα lαnternα que incendiou!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Mário Quintαnα)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;→ Sábiαs pαlαvrαs, não?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;♪ e α pαlαvrα que me curα ninguém vαi dizer ♪&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dαiαne Ayres.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5224984452617887605-8793865156222721124?l=daiayres.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daiayres.blogspot.com/feeds/8793865156222721124/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5224984452617887605&amp;postID=8793865156222721124&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5224984452617887605/posts/default/8793865156222721124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5224984452617887605/posts/default/8793865156222721124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daiayres.blogspot.com/2008/04/plvrs.html' title='Pαlαvrαs...'/><author><name>Daiane Ayres</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11450863615414385584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_pu_jUcfdXj0/SGgf5s-QnYI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/HEXxfDDwXkE/S220/02.05.08+018.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5224984452617887605.post-5012977308957116027</id><published>2008-03-25T15:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-15T14:03:34.486-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Em um dia...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Em um dia como esse, decido "do nada" criar este blog, porém me veio a pergunta "Por quÊ?"... e a resposta foi que talvez essa seja a melhor maneira de expressar meus desejos e limitações através da escrita... é, eis que surge mais uma, dentre milhares, que usa desta ferramenta para "extravasar" sentimentos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;♪ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;[...]minha vida me ensinou que há tempo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;que nem tudo, nem todos se perderam...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;a inocência é boa pra quem sabe AMAR &lt;/strong&gt;[...]&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;♪&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5224984452617887605-5012977308957116027?l=daiayres.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daiayres.blogspot.com/feeds/5012977308957116027/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5224984452617887605&amp;postID=5012977308957116027&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5224984452617887605/posts/default/5012977308957116027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5224984452617887605/posts/default/5012977308957116027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daiayres.blogspot.com/2008/03/em-um-dia.html' title='Em um dia...'/><author><name>Daiane Ayres</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11450863615414385584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_pu_jUcfdXj0/SGgf5s-QnYI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/HEXxfDDwXkE/S220/02.05.08+018.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
