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estiver triste,&lt;br /&gt;me estenda os braços e num abraço&lt;br /&gt;me fazer esquecer das coisas perdidas!..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quero um namorado, para não morrer de amor&lt;br /&gt;Que só me traga alegrias,&lt;br /&gt;que me mostre a vida, mais bonita do que é!..&lt;br /&gt;Quero dele um presente bem bonito&lt;br /&gt;que será seu canto de Fé!..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8185844259019186689-3238961527960868239?l=mirthesitaliano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirthesitaliano.blogspot.com/feeds/3238961527960868239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8185844259019186689&amp;postID=3238961527960868239' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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Isso nao é um pedido e sim um desabafo! Eu quero um namorado! Que nao seja qualquer um, eu sei que a minga hoea vai chegar!!!! Aff mas é tão difícil arrumar alguém que preste ou que seja respeitadoe né???? Mas ando carente, quero alguem que cuide de mim!!!! Seja carinhoso e me dê a atenção que eu mereça! &lt;br /&gt;Apenas um desabafo! :-( &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8185844259019186689-4901293243574209645?l=mirthesitaliano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirthesitaliano.blogspot.com/feeds/4901293243574209645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8185844259019186689&amp;postID=4901293243574209645' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8185844259019186689/posts/default/4901293243574209645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8185844259019186689/posts/default/4901293243574209645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirthesitaliano.blogspot.com/2011/04/i-back.html' title='I&amp;#39;m back!!!!'/><author><name>Bombomzinho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11731471574370236575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_OfZeXKsW7XE/R_T1m9YZBVI/AAAAAAAAAWk/2SCXoaSIlJw/S220/mi1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8185844259019186689.post-5251294511349617636</id><published>2010-05-22T23:18:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-22T23:18:20.162-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Estou…</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&amp;#160; Eu estou pensando em voce   &lt;br /&gt;Pensando em nunca mais    &lt;br /&gt;Pensar em te esquecer    &lt;br /&gt;Pois quando eu penso em voce    &lt;br /&gt;é quando nao me sinto só    &lt;br /&gt;com minhas letras e canções    &lt;br /&gt;Com os perfumes das manhas    &lt;br /&gt;Com as chuvas de verões    &lt;br /&gt;Com os desenhos das maçãs    &lt;br /&gt;Com você me sinto bem    &lt;br /&gt;Eu estou pensando em você    &lt;br /&gt;Pensando em nunca mais te esquecer&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_OfZeXKsW7XE/S_jIptR_91I/AAAAAAAABM4/x8fU9bpgqMM/s1600-h/PEACE%20143%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="PEACE 143" border="0" alt="PEACE 143" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_OfZeXKsW7XE/S_jIq1MA32I/AAAAAAAABM8/i8L3uVO8UNc/PEACE%20143_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="195" height="236" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8185844259019186689-5251294511349617636?l=mirthesitaliano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirthesitaliano.blogspot.com/feeds/5251294511349617636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8185844259019186689&amp;postID=5251294511349617636' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8185844259019186689/posts/default/5251294511349617636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8185844259019186689/posts/default/5251294511349617636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirthesitaliano.blogspot.com/2010/05/estou.html' title='Estou…'/><author><name>Bombomzinho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11731471574370236575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_OfZeXKsW7XE/R_T1m9YZBVI/AAAAAAAAAWk/2SCXoaSIlJw/S220/mi1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_OfZeXKsW7XE/S_jIq1MA32I/AAAAAAAABM8/i8L3uVO8UNc/s72-c/PEACE%20143_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8185844259019186689.post-2605006406546465647</id><published>2010-04-23T22:36:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-23T22:36:30.896-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Remember…</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Remember when you were a kid and your biggest worry was, like, if you'd get a bike for your birthday or if you'd get to eat cookies for breakfast? Being an adult? Totally overrated. I mean seriously, don't be fooled by all the hot shoes and the great sex and the no parents anywhere telling you what to do. Adulthood is responsibility. Responsibility, it really does suck. Really, really sucks. Adults have to be places and do things and earn a living and pay the rent. And if you're training to be a surgeon, holding a human heart in your hands, hello? Talk about responsibility. Kind of makes bikes and cookies look really, really good, doesn't it? The scariest part about responsibility? When you screw up and let it slip right through your fingers.   &lt;br /&gt;Responsibility, it really does suck. Unfortunately, once you get past the age of braces and training bras, responsibility doesn't go away. It can't be avoided. Either someone makes us face it or we suffer the consequences. And still adulthood has it perks. I mean the shoes, the sex, the no parents anywhere telling you what to do. That's, pretty damn good.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8185844259019186689-2605006406546465647?l=mirthesitaliano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirthesitaliano.blogspot.com/feeds/2605006406546465647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8185844259019186689&amp;postID=2605006406546465647' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8185844259019186689/posts/default/2605006406546465647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8185844259019186689/posts/default/2605006406546465647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirthesitaliano.blogspot.com/2010/04/remember.html' title='Remember…'/><author><name>Bombomzinho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11731471574370236575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_OfZeXKsW7XE/R_T1m9YZBVI/AAAAAAAAAWk/2SCXoaSIlJw/S220/mi1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8185844259019186689.post-5043231270797999202</id><published>2010-02-06T08:11:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-06T08:11:39.492-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Saudade</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Por: Miguel Falabella&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Em alguma outra vida, devemos ter feito algo de muito grave.     &lt;br /&gt;Para sentirmos tanta saudade...      &lt;br /&gt;Trancar o dedo numa porta dói.      &lt;br /&gt;Bater o queixo no chão dói.      &lt;br /&gt;Torcer o tornozelo dói.      &lt;br /&gt;Um tapa, um soco, um pontapé dóem.      &lt;br /&gt;Dói bater a cabeça na quina da mesa.      &lt;br /&gt;Dói morder a língua, dói cólica, cárie e pedra no rim.      &lt;br /&gt;Mas o que mais dói é a saudade.      &lt;br /&gt;Saudade de um irmão que mora longe.      &lt;br /&gt;Saudade de uma cachoeira na infância.      &lt;br /&gt;Saudade do gosto de uma fruta que não se encontra mais.      &lt;br /&gt;Saudade do pai que morreu,do amigo imaginário, que nunca existiu.      &lt;br /&gt;Saudade de uma cidade.      &lt;br /&gt;Saudade da gente mesmo, que o tempo não perdoa.      &lt;br /&gt;Dóem-me estas saudades todas.      &lt;br /&gt;Mas a saudade mais dolorida é a saudade de quem se ama.      &lt;br /&gt;Saudade da pele, do cheiro, dos beijos.      &lt;br /&gt;Saudade da presença e até da ausência consentida.      &lt;br /&gt;Você podia ficar no quarto e ela na sala, sem se verem, mas sabiam-se lá.      &lt;br /&gt;Você podia&amp;#160; 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 &lt;p&gt;As Pombas   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.google.com/jessicafrancoso4/R1A_OrkcRvI/AAAAAAAABrk/0mqxuKW3cII/s400/bird.gif"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://lh3.google.com/jessicafrancoso4/R1A_OrkcRvI/AAAAAAAABrk/0mqxuKW3cII/s400/bird.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Vai-se a primeira pomba despertada...&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Vai-se outra mais... mais outra...&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;enfim dezenas&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Das pombas vão-se dos pombais,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;apenas Raia sangüinea e fresca a madrugada.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;E à tarde, quando a rígida nortada Sopra,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;aos pombais, de novo elas, serenas,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Ruflando as asas, sacudindo as penas,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Voltam todas em bando e em revoada...&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Também dos corações onde abotoam&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Os sonhos, um a um, céleres voam,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Como voam as pombas dos pombais;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;No azul da adolescência as asas soltam,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Fogem...&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Mas aos pombais as pombas voltam,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;E eles aos corações não voltam mais.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8185844259019186689-7136104393594661348?l=mirthesitaliano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirthesitaliano.blogspot.com/feeds/7136104393594661348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8185844259019186689&amp;postID=7136104393594661348' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8185844259019186689/posts/default/7136104393594661348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8185844259019186689/posts/default/7136104393594661348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirthesitaliano.blogspot.com/2010/02/as-pombas.html' title='As Pombas'/><author><name>Bombomzinho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11731471574370236575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_OfZeXKsW7XE/R_T1m9YZBVI/AAAAAAAAAWk/2SCXoaSIlJw/S220/mi1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8185844259019186689.post-6593547889830892156</id><published>2010-01-30T06:38:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-30T06:38:24.486-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nao sei….</title><content type='html'>&lt;h5&gt;Não sei&lt;/h5&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Nao quero escrever mas sei o que falar...   &lt;br /&gt;Vontade de que dizer, preguiça de buscar...    &lt;br /&gt;Saudades de vc, vontade de ousar...    &lt;br /&gt;Gosto que me enrosco, desejo aqui na mente...    &lt;br /&gt;Confuso pra vc, mas eh coisa que se sente.    &lt;br /&gt;SABADO!    &lt;br /&gt;Hoje deu vontade, por isso &lt;strong&gt;tô contando minhas aventuras&lt;/strong&gt;!    &lt;br /&gt;Beijos    &lt;br /&gt;Para colorir nosso finde :)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_OfZeXKsW7XE/S2REXxrkgMI/AAAAAAAABMc/eGt0DnIKuUs/s1600-h/xeu%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px" title="M3367S-4504 " border="0" alt="M3367S-4504 " src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_OfZeXKsW7XE/S2REYDtffFI/AAAAAAAABMg/9nIgBvr9LMo/xeu_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="154" height="244" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8185844259019186689-6593547889830892156?l=mirthesitaliano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirthesitaliano.blogspot.com/feeds/6593547889830892156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8185844259019186689&amp;postID=6593547889830892156' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8185844259019186689/posts/default/6593547889830892156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8185844259019186689/posts/default/6593547889830892156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirthesitaliano.blogspot.com/2010/01/nao-sei.html' title='Nao sei….'/><author><name>Bombomzinho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11731471574370236575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_OfZeXKsW7XE/R_T1m9YZBVI/AAAAAAAAAWk/2SCXoaSIlJw/S220/mi1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_OfZeXKsW7XE/S2REYDtffFI/AAAAAAAABMg/9nIgBvr9LMo/s72-c/xeu_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8185844259019186689.post-3145359634310676451</id><published>2010-01-25T17:12:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-25T17:12:16.816-08:00</updated><title type='text'>…</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Ai, cacilds...   &lt;br /&gt;Abri essa janelinha pra escrever alguma coisa nesse blog...que anda jogado as traças.    &lt;br /&gt;E quem disse que sai algo?    &lt;br /&gt;Eu poderia escrever sobre o Terremoto no Haiti... mas nem quero. =(    &lt;br /&gt; Ou talvez sobre a Copa na África.    &lt;br /&gt;Hum...    &lt;br /&gt;Que saco, viu?    &lt;br /&gt;Entra na Globo.com que lá tem tudo isso.    &lt;br /&gt;Quando eu estiver inspirada...eu escrevo.    &lt;br /&gt;Fui.    &lt;br /&gt;Muitas coisas going on na minha vida… to triste acho que &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;deve ser por isso que to sem imaginacao! &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Ploft fui! Agora fui mesmo! rs…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8185844259019186689-3145359634310676451?l=mirthesitaliano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirthesitaliano.blogspot.com/feeds/3145359634310676451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8185844259019186689&amp;postID=3145359634310676451' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8185844259019186689/posts/default/3145359634310676451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8185844259019186689/posts/default/3145359634310676451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirthesitaliano.blogspot.com/2010/01/blog-post.html' title='…'/><author><name>Bombomzinho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11731471574370236575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_OfZeXKsW7XE/R_T1m9YZBVI/AAAAAAAAAWk/2SCXoaSIlJw/S220/mi1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8185844259019186689.post-8569082781086001620</id><published>2010-01-25T17:07:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-25T17:07:37.258-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Voltei de novo! Feliz 2010 ne gente!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Isso aqui ainda funciona?   &lt;br /&gt;Affe... saudade de escrever.    &lt;br /&gt;Vamos ver se flui...&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8185844259019186689-8569082781086001620?l=mirthesitaliano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirthesitaliano.blogspot.com/feeds/8569082781086001620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8185844259019186689&amp;postID=8569082781086001620' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8185844259019186689/posts/default/8569082781086001620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8185844259019186689/posts/default/8569082781086001620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirthesitaliano.blogspot.com/2010/01/voltei-de-novo-feliz-2010-ne-gente.html' title='Voltei de novo! Feliz 2010 ne gente!'/><author><name>Bombomzinho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11731471574370236575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_OfZeXKsW7XE/R_T1m9YZBVI/AAAAAAAAAWk/2SCXoaSIlJw/S220/mi1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8185844259019186689.post-8387578703304584579</id><published>2009-10-03T09:30:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-03T09:30:02.494-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Minha Jornada!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Na minha caminhada tenho&amp;#160; um destino&amp;#160; a cumprir,   &lt;br /&gt;&amp;#160; procuro&amp;#160; afastar&amp;#160; os&amp;#160; meus&amp;#160; medos&amp;#160; e&amp;#160; as&amp;#160; pedras que encontrar pelos caminhos por onde eu andar. Preciso&amp;#160; prestar mais&amp;#160; atenção&amp;#160; no presente!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt; Àqueles que por mim passaram, fizeram&amp;#160; parte dos momentos que&amp;#160; marcaram meus&amp;#160; sonhos&amp;#160; e&amp;#160; dias&amp;#160; felizes . . .   &lt;br /&gt;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160; Não tenho ilusão&amp;#160; se o cansaço chegar mais cedo, há muitos trechos&amp;#160; a&amp;#160; trilhar de difícil acesso, terei que transpor essas barreiras . . . Não&amp;#160; devo&amp;#160; olhar para traz, agora é seguir em frente.&amp;#160; Não tenho mais tempo a perder e muita pressa pra chegar!&amp;#160;&amp;#160; Há muito o que fazer&amp;#160; nessa longa jornada, porém, se o cansaço chegar, e meus&amp;#160; pés não agüentar com os ferimentos, não vou desanimar.&amp;#160; Mesmo que o cansaço seja muito forte, sei que a&amp;#160; minha fé no Criador, me ajudará a encontrar, nessa longa caminhada, um anjo que me dê a mão para transpor as&amp;#160; dificuldades.&amp;#160; A jornada é minha, mas sempre teremos uma ajuda divina, que nos auxiliam&amp;#160; por toda nossa vida.&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160; Nunca esquecerei que essa&amp;#160; jornada começou&amp;#160; no dia em que nasci. . .&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160; Está anoitecendo, devo parar&amp;#160; um pouco, para cuidar do meu corpo, preciso alimentar-me para adquirir&amp;#160; energia, que um novo amanhã um surgirá, por isso, tenho certeza&amp;#160; que o sol&amp;#160; estará presente, irradiando um brilho de luz, que envolverá meu espírito num&amp;#160; momento de paz. . . Nessa caminhada solitária, aprendi a refletir com mais clareza, tudo que deixei de fazer, por falta de tempo, preguiça ou mesmo falta de coragem!&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160; Há momentos que sinto muita sede, um vazio toma conta de mim, peço ao Criador&amp;#160; se por acaso eu me perder no caminho, que eu ache a minha direção, nunca me deixando sozinha. . .    &lt;br /&gt;&amp;#160;&amp;#160; Que eu siga no caminho certo;    &lt;br /&gt;&amp;#160; não vou seguir os dos outros, que procuram atalhos e desvios, espero que&amp;#160; ninguém desviem de sua&amp;#160; rota&amp;#160; para seguir&amp;#160; os meus passos… cada um tem que seguir seu próprio destino. . .    &lt;br /&gt;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160; Que minha pressa em chegar não deixe de&amp;#160; sentir a felicidade de ver as flores simples&amp;#160; do campo, o cantar e as revoadas dos pássaros,&amp;#160; sentir&amp;#160; a brisa leve&amp;#160; acariciando&amp;#160; a&amp;#160; minha&amp;#160; pele. Se eu perceber que estou caminhando por uma direção errada, que eu tenha a humildade e a coragem de voltar&amp;#160; atrás e recomeçar, tomando a direção&amp;#160; certa. A certeza é que a minha fé, estará presente,&amp;#160; para me amparar se por acaso eu cair no percurso do caminho!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160; A Vida é Um Presente!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_OfZeXKsW7XE/Ssd8CA5vp4I/AAAAAAAABMU/Ph17L6AwoIE/s1600-h/DSCN2717%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px" title="" border="0" alt="" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_OfZeXKsW7XE/Ssd8CgQLXHI/AAAAAAAABMY/5Mexx3FGH50/DSCN2717_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="184" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8185844259019186689-8387578703304584579?l=mirthesitaliano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirthesitaliano.blogspot.com/feeds/8387578703304584579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8185844259019186689&amp;postID=8387578703304584579' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8185844259019186689/posts/default/8387578703304584579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8185844259019186689/posts/default/8387578703304584579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirthesitaliano.blogspot.com/2009/10/minha-jornada.html' title='Minha Jornada!'/><author><name>Bombomzinho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11731471574370236575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_OfZeXKsW7XE/R_T1m9YZBVI/AAAAAAAAAWk/2SCXoaSIlJw/S220/mi1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_OfZeXKsW7XE/Ssd8CgQLXHI/AAAAAAAABMY/5Mexx3FGH50/s72-c/DSCN2717_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8185844259019186689.post-4355579830345320287</id><published>2009-10-03T09:23:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-03T09:23:40.731-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nao Importa!</title><content type='html'>&lt;h6&gt;&lt;a href="http://gatinhanel.spaces.live.com/blog/cns%21341A85199C465E77%211351.entry"&gt;&lt;font color="#ff0000" size="3"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h6&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font color="#ff0000"&gt;&amp;quot;Não importa onde você parou...        &lt;br /&gt;Em que momento da vida você cansou...         &lt;br /&gt;O que importa é que sempre é necessário &amp;quot;recomeçar&amp;quot;.         &lt;br /&gt;Recomeçar é dar uma nova chance a si mesmo...         &lt;br /&gt;É renovar as esperanças na vida e, o mais importante...         &lt;br /&gt;Acreditar em você de novo.         &lt;br /&gt;Sofreu muito nesse período?         &lt;br /&gt;Foi aprendizado...         &lt;br /&gt;Chorou muito?         &lt;br /&gt;Foi limpeza da alma...         &lt;br /&gt;Ficou com raiva das pessoas?         &lt;br /&gt;Foi para perdoá-las um dia...         &lt;br /&gt;Sentiu-se só por muitas vezes?         &lt;br /&gt;É porque fechaste a porta....         &lt;br /&gt;Acreditou que tudo estava perdido?         &lt;br /&gt;Era o início de tua melhora...         &lt;br /&gt;Onde quer chegar? Ir alto?         &lt;br /&gt;Sonhe alto...         &lt;br /&gt;Queira o melhor do melhor...         &lt;br /&gt;Se pensarmos pequeno...         &lt;br /&gt;Coisas pequenas teremos...         &lt;br /&gt;Mas se desejarmos fortemente o melhor e, principalmente, lutarmos pelo melhor...         &lt;br /&gt;O melhor vai se instalar em nossa vida.         &lt;br /&gt;Porque sou do tamanho daquilo que vejo, e não do tamanho da minha altura.&amp;quot;         &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font color="#ff0000"&gt;Carlos Drummond de Andrade &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8185844259019186689-4355579830345320287?l=mirthesitaliano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirthesitaliano.blogspot.com/feeds/4355579830345320287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8185844259019186689&amp;postID=4355579830345320287' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8185844259019186689/posts/default/4355579830345320287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8185844259019186689/posts/default/4355579830345320287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirthesitaliano.blogspot.com/2009/10/nao-importa.html' title='Nao Importa!'/><author><name>Bombomzinho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11731471574370236575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_OfZeXKsW7XE/R_T1m9YZBVI/AAAAAAAAAWk/2SCXoaSIlJw/S220/mi1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8185844259019186689.post-2538691050308272624</id><published>2009-10-03T09:21:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-03T09:21:17.183-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Namorando…</title><content type='html'>&lt;h6&gt;&lt;a href="http://gatinhanel.spaces.live.com/blog/cns%21341A85199C465E77%218604.entry"&gt;&lt;font color="#0000ff" size="5"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px" title="" border="0" alt="" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_OfZeXKsW7XE/Ssd5-hsPmQI/AAAAAAAABMI/9aKGYfb46Fc/DSCN2683%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="184" /&gt; ...&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h6&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font color="#0000ff" size="5"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font color="#0000ff" size="5"&gt;Quem não tem namorado é alguém que tirou férias remuneradas de si mesmo. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font color="#0000ff" size="5"&gt;Namorado é a mais difícil das conquistas. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font color="#0000ff" size="5"&gt;Difícil porque namoro de verdade é muito raro. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font color="#0000ff" size="5"&gt;Necessita de adivinhação, de pele, de saliva, lágrima, nuvem, quindim, brisa ou filosofia, paquera, gabiru, flerte, caso, transa, envolvimento, até paixão é fácil. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font color="#0000ff" size="5"&gt;Mas, namorado, mesmo, é muito difícil. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font color="#0000ff" size="5"&gt;Namorado não precisa ser o mais bonito, mas aquele a quem se quer proteger e quando se chega ao lado dele a gente treme, sua frio e quase desmaia pedindo proteção. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font color="#0000ff" size="5"&gt;A proteção dele não precisa ser parruda, decidida ou bandoleira: basta um olhar de compreensão ou mesmo de aflição. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font color="#0000ff" size="5"&gt;Quem não tem namorado, não é que não tem um amor: é quem não sabe o gosto de namorar. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font color="#0000ff" size="5"&gt;Se você tem pretendentes, dois paqueras, um envolvimento e dois amantes, mesmo assim pode não ter um namorado. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font color="#0000ff" size="5"&gt;Não tem namorado quem não sabe o gosto da chuva, cinema, sessão das duas, medo do pai, sanduíche de padaria ou drible no trabalho. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font color="#0000ff" size="5"&gt;Não tem namorado quem transa sem carinho, quem se acaricia sem vontade, é quem ama sem alegria. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font color="#0000ff" size="5"&gt;Não tem namorado quem não sabe o valor de mãos dadas: de carinho escondido na hora em que passa o filme: de flor catada no muro e entregue de repente, de poesia de Fernando Pessoa, Vinícius de Moraes ou Chico Buarque lida bem devagar, de gargalhada quando fala junto ou descobre a meia rasgada. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font color="#0000ff" size="5"&gt;Não tem namorado quem não gosta de dormir agarrado, fazer cesta abraçado, fazer compra junto. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font color="#0000ff" size="5"&gt;Não tem namorado quem não gosta de falar do próprio amor, nem de ficar horas e horas olhando o mistério do outro dentro dos olhos dele, abobalhados de alegria pela lucidez do amor. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font color="#0000ff" size="5"&gt;Não tem namorado quem não tem música secreta com ele, quem não dedica livros, quem não recorta artigos, quem não chateia com o fato de o seu bem ser paquerado. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font color="#0000ff" size="5"&gt;Não tem namorado quem ama sem gostar; quem gosta sem curtir; quem curte sem aprofundar. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font color="#0000ff" size="5"&gt;Não tem namorado quem nunca sentiu o gosto de ser lembrado de repente no fim de semana, na madrugada ou meio-dia de sol em plena praia cheia de rivais. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font color="#0000ff" size="5"&gt;Não tem namorado quem ama sem se dedicar; quem namora sem brincar; quem vive cheio de obrigações; quem faz sexo sem esperar o outro ir junto com ele. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font color="#0000ff" size="5"&gt;Não tem namorado quem confunde solidão com ficar sozinho e em paz. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font color="#0000ff" size="5"&gt;Não tem namorado quem não fala sozinho, não ri de si mesmo, e quem tem medo de ser afetivo.         &lt;br /&gt;Se você não tem namorado é porque ainda não enlouqueceu aquele pouquinho necessário a fazer a vida parar e de repente parecer que faz sentido. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font color="#0000ff" size="5"&gt;Enlou-cresça!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_OfZeXKsW7XE/Ssd5-_C3UQI/AAAAAAAABMM/NhYHpXjkpKk/s1600-h/DSCN2684%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px" title="" border="0" alt="" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_OfZeXKsW7XE/Ssd5_JMCcAI/AAAAAAAABMQ/cw03ov1XWEI/DSCN2684_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="328" height="431" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8185844259019186689-2538691050308272624?l=mirthesitaliano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirthesitaliano.blogspot.com/feeds/2538691050308272624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8185844259019186689&amp;postID=2538691050308272624' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8185844259019186689/posts/default/2538691050308272624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8185844259019186689/posts/default/2538691050308272624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirthesitaliano.blogspot.com/2009/10/namorando.html' title='Namorando…'/><author><name>Bombomzinho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11731471574370236575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_OfZeXKsW7XE/R_T1m9YZBVI/AAAAAAAAAWk/2SCXoaSIlJw/S220/mi1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_OfZeXKsW7XE/Ssd5-hsPmQI/AAAAAAAABMI/9aKGYfb46Fc/s72-c/DSCN2683%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8185844259019186689.post-8758668563567950843</id><published>2009-10-03T09:11:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-03T09:11:37.059-07:00</updated><title type='text'>UNFORGETTABLE!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_OfZeXKsW7XE/Ssd3t0tj7_I/AAAAAAAABMA/Rm38FB0mq4k/s1600-h/IMG4695%5B5%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="IMG4695" border="0" alt="IMG4695" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_OfZeXKsW7XE/Ssd3uHmIYlI/AAAAAAAABME/SKjs4IIDtyA/IMG4695_thumb%5B3%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="510" height="351" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Brazilian Day NYC 2009!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8185844259019186689-8758668563567950843?l=mirthesitaliano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirthesitaliano.blogspot.com/feeds/8758668563567950843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8185844259019186689&amp;postID=8758668563567950843' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8185844259019186689/posts/default/8758668563567950843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8185844259019186689/posts/default/8758668563567950843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirthesitaliano.blogspot.com/2009/10/unforgettable.html' title='UNFORGETTABLE!'/><author><name>Bombomzinho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11731471574370236575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_OfZeXKsW7XE/R_T1m9YZBVI/AAAAAAAAAWk/2SCXoaSIlJw/S220/mi1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_OfZeXKsW7XE/Ssd3uHmIYlI/AAAAAAAABME/SKjs4IIDtyA/s72-c/IMG4695_thumb%5B3%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8185844259019186689.post-7009441406320437893</id><published>2009-10-03T09:06:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-03T09:06:41.931-07:00</updated><title type='text'>DiferençA De Amor E Amizade - Presentation Transcript</title><content type='html'>&lt;h4&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/h4&gt;  &lt;h4&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;Amizade Saint-Exupéry &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/h4&gt;  &lt;ol&gt;   &lt;li&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;“ Para tudo na vida, sempre existe um novo dia, um novo sol, um novo luar, um novo recomeço,... Nunca perca a ilusão de viver! Ame sempre!!! &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;. Lembre-se, Amor ou Amizade. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;Perguntei a um sábio, a diferença que havia entre Amor e Amizade. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;Ele me disse essa verdade: O Amor é mais sensível. A Amizade mais segura. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;O Amor nos dá asas. A Amizade o chão. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;No Amor há mais carinho. Na Amizade compreensão. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;O amor é plantado e com carinho cultivado. A Amizade vem faceira, e troca de alegria e tristeza, torna-se uma grande e querida companheira. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;Mas quando o Amor é sincero ele vem com grandes amigos. E quando a Amizade é concreta, ela é cheia de amor e carinho. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;Quando se tem amigos... Ambos sentimentos coexistem dentro do coração” &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;Com muito carinho!! &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;Eis o meu segredo: “Só se vê bem com o coração. O essencial é invisível para os olhos.” &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ol&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8185844259019186689-7009441406320437893?l=mirthesitaliano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirthesitaliano.blogspot.com/feeds/7009441406320437893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8185844259019186689&amp;postID=7009441406320437893' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8185844259019186689/posts/default/7009441406320437893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8185844259019186689/posts/default/7009441406320437893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirthesitaliano.blogspot.com/2009/10/diferenca-de-amor-e-amizade.html' title='DiferençA De Amor E Amizade - Presentation Transcript'/><author><name>Bombomzinho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11731471574370236575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_OfZeXKsW7XE/R_T1m9YZBVI/AAAAAAAAAWk/2SCXoaSIlJw/S220/mi1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8185844259019186689.post-5565712990066088432</id><published>2009-08-30T20:19:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-30T20:19:59.781-07:00</updated><title type='text'>“A dor da saudade nao tem cura! Ate voce reencontrar aquela pessoa” (Mirthes Italiano)</title><content type='html'>  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8185844259019186689-5565712990066088432?l=mirthesitaliano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirthesitaliano.blogspot.com/feeds/5565712990066088432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8185844259019186689&amp;postID=5565712990066088432' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8185844259019186689/posts/default/5565712990066088432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8185844259019186689/posts/default/5565712990066088432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirthesitaliano.blogspot.com/2009/08/dor-da-saudade-nao-tem-cura-ate-voce.html' title='“A dor da saudade nao tem cura! 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–'/><author><name>Bombomzinho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11731471574370236575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_OfZeXKsW7XE/R_T1m9YZBVI/AAAAAAAAAWk/2SCXoaSIlJw/S220/mi1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/_OfZeXKsW7XE/SpdwlT9RQ0I/AAAAAAAABL0/m5sKElUa9is/s72-c/CrisCharminhoBWDisfarcado_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8185844259019186689.post-5738268431953143507</id><published>2009-07-09T20:08:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T20:08:07.495-07:00</updated><title type='text'>In Memory! =(</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="padding-bottom: 0px; margin: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; float: none; padding-top: 0px" id="scid:5737277B-5D6D-4f48-ABFC-DD9C333F4C5D:10b63ac7-9b0f-4cf9-810b-249581020412" class="wlWriterEditableSmartContent"&gt;&lt;div id="928cc677-ce8c-4dca-be9e-4183cae93e39" style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px; display: inline;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xitp38_qj3E&amp;amp;feature=related" target="_new"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_OfZeXKsW7XE/SlawlsKFPjI/AAAAAAAABLU/JmM_sThlfik/videoe12ea9b84538%5B3%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" style="border-style: none" galleryimg="no" onload="var downlevelDiv = document.getElementById('928cc677-ce8c-4dca-be9e-4183cae93e39'); downlevelDiv.innerHTML = &amp;quot;&amp;lt;div&amp;gt;&amp;lt;object width=\&amp;quot;425\&amp;quot; height=\&amp;quot;355\&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;param name=\&amp;quot;movie\&amp;quot; value=\&amp;quot;http://www.youtube.com/v/xitp38_qj3E&amp;amp;hl=en\&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;\/param&amp;gt;&amp;lt;embed src=\&amp;quot;http://www.youtube.com/v/xitp38_qj3E&amp;amp;hl=en\&amp;quot; type=\&amp;quot;application/x-shockwave-flash\&amp;quot; width=\&amp;quot;425\&amp;quot; height=\&amp;quot;355\&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;\/embed&amp;gt;&amp;lt;\/object&amp;gt;&amp;lt;\/div&amp;gt;&amp;quot;;" alt=""&gt;&lt;/a&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/8185844259019186689-5738268431953143507?l=mirthesitaliano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirthesitaliano.blogspot.com/feeds/5738268431953143507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8185844259019186689&amp;postID=5738268431953143507' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8185844259019186689/posts/default/5738268431953143507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8185844259019186689/posts/default/5738268431953143507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirthesitaliano.blogspot.com/2009/07/in-memory.html' title='In Memory! =('/><author><name>Bombomzinho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11731471574370236575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_OfZeXKsW7XE/R_T1m9YZBVI/AAAAAAAAAWk/2SCXoaSIlJw/S220/mi1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/_OfZeXKsW7XE/SlawlsKFPjI/AAAAAAAABLU/JmM_sThlfik/s72-c/videoe12ea9b84538%5B3%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8185844259019186689.post-7746654663529032384</id><published>2009-06-15T16:17:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T18:12:34.996-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Do you Twitter? I do… follow me!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.twitter.com/mirthesitaliano&amp;nbsp; "&gt;www.twitter.com/mirthesitaliano&amp;#160; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;First of all I would like to post a beautiful video!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Nao me canso de ver este lindo video nao importa a sua raca, o que importa eh tenha um dia produtivo e esperancoso! &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a title="http://gizmodo.com/5231112/best-video-ive-seen-today-will-make-you-smile" href="http://gizmodo.com/5231112/best-video-ive-seen-today-will-make-you-smile"&gt;http://gizmodo.com/5231112/best-video-ive-seen-today-will-make-you-smile&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Peace!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8185844259019186689-7746654663529032384?l=mirthesitaliano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirthesitaliano.blogspot.com/feeds/7746654663529032384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8185844259019186689&amp;postID=7746654663529032384' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8185844259019186689/posts/default/7746654663529032384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8185844259019186689/posts/default/7746654663529032384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirthesitaliano.blogspot.com/2009/06/do-you-twitter-i-do-follow-me.html' title='Do you Twitter? I do… follow me!'/><author><name>Bombomzinho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11731471574370236575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_OfZeXKsW7XE/R_T1m9YZBVI/AAAAAAAAAWk/2SCXoaSIlJw/S220/mi1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8185844259019186689.post-7604965151540451303</id><published>2009-05-28T20:42:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T20:42:14.689-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Que Sera, Sera…</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="3" width="400" border="10"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;     &lt;tr&gt;       &lt;td valign="top" width="400"&gt;         &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_OfZeXKsW7XE/Sh9ZldjYn2I/AAAAAAAABIs/IwR1QL6SCRQ/s1600-h/Mirthes%20Little%20Girl%201%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="Mirthes Little Girl 1" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-left: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-bottom: 0px" height="311" alt="Mirthes Little Girl 1" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_OfZeXKsW7XE/Sh9Zlhupv5I/AAAAAAAABIw/U4EYB5J6M0M/Mirthes%20Little%20Girl%201_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="265" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me as a litle girl…. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;          &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;          &lt;p&gt;Que Sera Sera           &lt;br /&gt;When I was just a little girl            &lt;br /&gt;I asked my mother, what will I be            &lt;br /&gt;Will I be pretty, will I be rich            &lt;br /&gt;Here's what she said to me.            &lt;br /&gt;Que Sera, Sera,            &lt;br /&gt;Whatever will be, will be            &lt;br /&gt;The future's not ours, to see            &lt;br /&gt;Que Sera, Sera            &lt;br /&gt;What will be, will be.            &lt;br /&gt;When I was young, I fell in love            &lt;br /&gt;I asked my sweetheart what lies ahead            &lt;br /&gt;Will we have rainbows, day after day            &lt;br /&gt;Here's what my sweetheart said.            &lt;br /&gt;Que Sera, Sera,            &lt;br /&gt;Whatever will be, will be            &lt;br /&gt;The future's not ours, to see            &lt;br /&gt;Que Sera, Sera            &lt;br /&gt;What will be, will be.            &lt;br /&gt;Now I have children of my own            &lt;br /&gt;They ask their mother, what will I be            &lt;br /&gt;Will I be handsome, will I be rich            &lt;br /&gt;I tell them tenderly.            &lt;br /&gt;Que Sera, Sera,            &lt;br /&gt;Whatever will be, will be            &lt;br /&gt;The future's not ours, to see            &lt;br /&gt;Que Sera, Sera            &lt;br /&gt;What will be, will be.&lt;/p&gt;          &lt;p&gt;           &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Doris Day&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;/td&gt;     &lt;/tr&gt;   &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8185844259019186689-7604965151540451303?l=mirthesitaliano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirthesitaliano.blogspot.com/feeds/7604965151540451303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8185844259019186689&amp;postID=7604965151540451303' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8185844259019186689/posts/default/7604965151540451303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8185844259019186689/posts/default/7604965151540451303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirthesitaliano.blogspot.com/2009/05/que-sera-sera.html' title='Que Sera, Sera…'/><author><name>Bombomzinho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11731471574370236575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_OfZeXKsW7XE/R_T1m9YZBVI/AAAAAAAAAWk/2SCXoaSIlJw/S220/mi1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_OfZeXKsW7XE/Sh9Zlhupv5I/AAAAAAAABIw/U4EYB5J6M0M/s72-c/Mirthes%20Little%20Girl%201_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8185844259019186689.post-8522122608751543021</id><published>2009-05-27T22:07:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T22:08:51.816-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Deu vontade de escrever… to teclando!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;   &lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="3" width="400" align="center" border="10"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;       &lt;tr&gt;         &lt;td valign="top" width="400"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;... toda mulher é doida. Impossível não ser. A gente nasce com um dispositivo interno que nos informa desde cedo que, sem amor, a vida não vale a pena ser vivida... Eu só conheço mulher louca. Pense em qualquer uma que você conhece e me diga se ela não tem ao menos três dessas qualificações: exagerada, dramática, maníaca, fantasiosa, apaixonada. Pois então. Nossa insanidade tem nome, chama-se: VONTADE DE VIVER ATÉ A ÚLTIMA GOTA. Só as cansadas é que se recusam a levantar da cadeira pra ver quem está chamando lá fora. E santa, fica combinado, não existe. Uma mulher que só reze, que tenha desistido dos prazeres, que não deseje mais nada? Só sendo louca de pedra. -                 &lt;br /&gt;                  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_OfZeXKsW7XE/Sh4b9U4p90I/AAAAAAAABH8/Yyg9Wwmo1r8/s1600-h/Wazuppp%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;font color="#999999" size="4"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_OfZeXKsW7XE/Sh4b9U4p90I/AAAAAAAABIA/mFdYtpyVHu8/s1600-h/Wazuppp%5B5%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="Wazuppp" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="258" alt="Wazuppp" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_OfZeXKsW7XE/Sh4b9n6c2BI/AAAAAAAABII/6G7zLzw7tnU/Wazuppp_thumb%5B3%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="334" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/td&gt;       &lt;/tr&gt;     &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8185844259019186689-8522122608751543021?l=mirthesitaliano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirthesitaliano.blogspot.com/feeds/8522122608751543021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8185844259019186689&amp;postID=8522122608751543021' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8185844259019186689/posts/default/8522122608751543021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8185844259019186689/posts/default/8522122608751543021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirthesitaliano.blogspot.com/2009/05/deu-vontade-de-escrever-to-teclando.html' title='Deu vontade de escrever… to teclando!!!'/><author><name>Bombomzinho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11731471574370236575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_OfZeXKsW7XE/R_T1m9YZBVI/AAAAAAAAAWk/2SCXoaSIlJw/S220/mi1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_OfZeXKsW7XE/Sh4b9n6c2BI/AAAAAAAABII/6G7zLzw7tnU/s72-c/Wazuppp_thumb%5B3%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8185844259019186689.post-7124553051222270608</id><published>2009-05-27T22:02:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T22:02:50.565-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Deixa eu te contar…</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;   &lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="3" width="400" align="center" border="10"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;       &lt;tr&gt;         &lt;td valign="top" width="400"&gt;           &lt;h5&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/h5&gt;            &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Deixa eu te contar…&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;            &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_s8YJxlw6Gtw/SJQJF73c44I/AAAAAAAAAL8/FbyqTjtGySc/s1600-h/principe%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_s8YJxlw6Gtw/SJQJF73c44I/AAAAAAAAAL8/FbyqTjtGySc/s200/principe%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;            &lt;p&gt;Príncipe &lt;font color="#ffffff"&gt;encantado&lt;/font&gt; existe!&lt;/p&gt;            &lt;p&gt;Príncipe encantado é aquele que realmente te &lt;strong&gt;encanta.&lt;/strong&gt;              &lt;br /&gt;Que tem um sorriso que ilumina tudo, mesmo quando o dia está cinza lá fora.&lt;/p&gt;            &lt;p&gt;Ele tem um jeito de dizer bom dia que você não acredita.&lt;/p&gt;            &lt;p&gt;Ele te &lt;strong&gt;acalma &lt;/strong&gt;pelo simples fato de existir.&lt;/p&gt;            &lt;p&gt;Parece que tem seu manual de instruções em um cantinho bem guardado.&lt;/p&gt;            &lt;p&gt;Ele te faz olhar a vida e as coisas por um lado que você &lt;strong&gt;nunca&lt;/strong&gt; tinha pensado antes.&lt;/p&gt;            &lt;p&gt;O príncipe encantado pode não perceber que você cortou três centímetros do cabelo, mas quando você chega os olhos brilham.&lt;/p&gt;            &lt;p&gt;Ele pode não lembrar da data de aniversário de namoro e nem do dia em que vocês se conheceram, mas te surpreende com um cartão lindo em um dia qualquer sem motivo algum.&lt;/p&gt;            &lt;p&gt;Ele fala que te ama às quatro da tarde de uma segunda feira cheia de compromissos.&lt;/p&gt;            &lt;p&gt;O príncipe encantado pode não saber dizer coisas lindas, nem recitar poemas...&lt;/p&gt;            &lt;p&gt;...mas ele tem um jeito de falar que te prende, e um jeitinho de cantar &lt;em&gt;(tudo errado)&lt;/em&gt; que você adora.&lt;/p&gt;            &lt;p&gt;O príncipe encantado não te traz flores.&lt;/p&gt;            &lt;p&gt;Ele te traz carinho, estabilidade, segurança.&lt;/p&gt;            &lt;p&gt;Ele te abraça quando você estava mesmo pensando em pedir pra que ele fizesse isso.&lt;/p&gt;            &lt;p&gt;O príncipe encantado joga bola com os &lt;strong&gt;amigos&lt;/strong&gt;, gosta de beber com os &lt;strong&gt;amigos&lt;/strong&gt; e tem dias que acorda de mau humor e não quer conversar com ninguém, &lt;strong&gt;nem com você.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;            &lt;p&gt;Mas o que o torna um príncipe mesmo, é o jeito com que ele segura sua mão, a paz que ele te dá pra viver...&lt;/p&gt;            &lt;p&gt;...Às vezes em que ele te diz &amp;quot;Se cobre bem porque está frio&amp;quot;.&lt;/p&gt;            &lt;p&gt;O príncipe encantado é muitas vezes aquele que está ao seu lado, com todos os defeitos e qualidades... &lt;/p&gt;            &lt;p&gt;Mas é o &lt;em&gt;seu príncipe!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;            &lt;p&gt;E ele não vem de cavalo branco como você imaginava...&lt;/p&gt;            &lt;p&gt;...ele cai de para-quedas na sua vida quando você menos espera.&lt;/p&gt;            &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;            &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp;quot;Quem não sabe o que procura não sabe quando encontra.&amp;quot;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;/td&gt;       &lt;/tr&gt;     &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8185844259019186689-7124553051222270608?l=mirthesitaliano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirthesitaliano.blogspot.com/feeds/7124553051222270608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8185844259019186689&amp;postID=7124553051222270608' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8185844259019186689/posts/default/7124553051222270608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8185844259019186689/posts/default/7124553051222270608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirthesitaliano.blogspot.com/2009/05/deixa-eu-te-contar.html' title='Deixa eu te contar…'/><author><name>Bombomzinho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11731471574370236575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_OfZeXKsW7XE/R_T1m9YZBVI/AAAAAAAAAWk/2SCXoaSIlJw/S220/mi1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_s8YJxlw6Gtw/SJQJF73c44I/AAAAAAAAAL8/FbyqTjtGySc/s72-c/principe%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8185844259019186689.post-1892646164577007224</id><published>2009-05-26T22:32:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T22:14:30.597-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Niver da minha Princess!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_OfZeXKsW7XE/Sh4c4AkFjoI/AAAAAAAABIU/J0vhLwJHohw/s1600-h/FOTOS%20NIVER%20ANNA-CAROLINA%20e%20MIRTHES%20FOTOS%20064%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="FOTOS NIVER ANNA-CAROLINA e MIRTHES FOTOS 064" style="border-right: 0px; 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 &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_OfZeXKsW7XE/Sh4dtFNbrUI/AAAAAAAABIk/vzKu_J0g6uE/s1600-h/FOTOS%20NIVER%20ANNA-CAROLINA%20e%20MIRTHES%20FOTOS%20038%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="FOTOS NIVER ANNA-CAROLINA e MIRTHES FOTOS 038" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="244" alt="FOTOS NIVER ANNA-CAROLINA e MIRTHES FOTOS 038" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_OfZeXKsW7XE/Sh4dtU7Yn3I/AAAAAAAABIo/4m7LrR5SNJ4/FOTOS%20NIVER%20ANNA-CAROLINA%20e%20MIRTHES%20FOTOS%20038_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="184" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Linda da Mommy!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_OfZeXKsW7XE/ShzQeVJsaWI/AAAAAAAABHU/dy4KV1Kyd4E/s1600-h/IMG000037%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="IMG000037" style="border-top-width: 0px; display: inline; border-left-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px" height="184" alt="IMG000037" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_OfZeXKsW7XE/ShzQepujDAI/AAAAAAAABHY/1C7dAJCFZgw/IMG000037_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Dia 20 de Maio!&amp;#160; Felicidades e que DEUS TE ABENCOE RICAMENTE MINHA FILHA MAIS LINDA!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_OfZeXKsW7XE/ShzRB6q86YI/AAAAAAAABHc/0782MYL-Mnc/s1600-h/image%5B2%5D.png"&gt;&lt;img title="image" style="border-top-width: 0px; display: inline; border-left-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px" height="129" alt="image" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_OfZeXKsW7XE/ShzRCHMUceI/AAAAAAAABHg/4X4dyenTdo8/image_thumb.png?imgmax=800" width="163" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8185844259019186689-1892646164577007224?l=mirthesitaliano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirthesitaliano.blogspot.com/feeds/1892646164577007224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8185844259019186689&amp;postID=1892646164577007224' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8185844259019186689/posts/default/1892646164577007224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8185844259019186689/posts/default/1892646164577007224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirthesitaliano.blogspot.com/2009/05/niver-da-minha-princess.html' title='Niver da minha Princess!'/><author><name>Bombomzinho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11731471574370236575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_OfZeXKsW7XE/R_T1m9YZBVI/AAAAAAAAAWk/2SCXoaSIlJw/S220/mi1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_OfZeXKsW7XE/Sh4c4dlVJuI/AAAAAAAABIY/3mXVGNeFDyA/s72-c/FOTOS%20NIVER%20ANNA-CAROLINA%20e%20MIRTHES%20FOTOS%20064_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8185844259019186689.post-980804786559432224</id><published>2009-05-26T22:30:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T22:30:47.778-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Eu…</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Estou a procura da perfeição... Estou lutando para me tornar melhor...olhar no espelho e gostar do que vejo...&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Perfeccionista. Amiga dos meus amigos. Ambiciosa. Responsável. Maluca. Muito frontal.Justa. Honesta Observadora. Muito teimosa. Sei admitir quando erro e são eles a escola da minha vida. Dou tudo por aqueles que merecem.Desprezo as pessoas desnecessárias...Lutadora por natureza...&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;vou tentar começar a organizar meu tempo. Eu não sei gerir meu tempo, perco muito fazendo coisas que se fazem em pouco tempo. Para fazer uma tarefa que a partida e simples eu demoro horas. Sou muito distraída.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8185844259019186689-980804786559432224?l=mirthesitaliano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirthesitaliano.blogspot.com/feeds/980804786559432224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8185844259019186689&amp;postID=980804786559432224' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8185844259019186689/posts/default/980804786559432224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8185844259019186689/posts/default/980804786559432224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirthesitaliano.blogspot.com/2009/05/eu.html' title='Eu…'/><author><name>Bombomzinho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11731471574370236575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_OfZeXKsW7XE/R_T1m9YZBVI/AAAAAAAAAWk/2SCXoaSIlJw/S220/mi1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8185844259019186689.post-7836542777447569564</id><published>2009-01-28T12:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T12:03:25.489-08:00</updated><title type='text'>… hoje celebro-me !…</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Aqui, diante de mim,Eu pecador me confesso,de ser assim como sou.Me confesso o bom e o mauque vão ao leme da naudesta deriva em que vou.&lt;br /&gt;(…)&lt;br /&gt;Me confesso de ser eu!Eu, tal e qual como vimPara dizer que sou eu,Daqui diante de mim.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miguel Torga “O outro livro de Job”&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8185844259019186689-7836542777447569564?l=mirthesitaliano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirthesitaliano.blogspot.com/feeds/7836542777447569564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8185844259019186689&amp;postID=7836542777447569564' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8185844259019186689/posts/default/7836542777447569564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8185844259019186689/posts/default/7836542777447569564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirthesitaliano.blogspot.com/2009/01/hoje-celebro-me.html' title='… hoje celebro-me !…'/><author><name>Bombomzinho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11731471574370236575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_OfZeXKsW7XE/R_T1m9YZBVI/AAAAAAAAAWk/2SCXoaSIlJw/S220/mi1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8185844259019186689.post-5503217009187151629</id><published>2009-01-28T11:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T12:00:22.154-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Wondering the mysteries of consumer behavior / materialism and importance objects come in to our lives, stumbled on this Capitalism Mantra&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;“He who dies with most toys, wins”&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.google.pt/search?hl=pt-PT&amp;amp;client=firefox-a&amp;amp;rls=org.mozilla%3Aen-US%3Aofficial&amp;amp;q=he+who+dies+with+most+toys%2C+wins+a&amp;amp;btnG=Pesquisar&amp;amp;meta=" target="_blank"&gt;Googled’it&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and got to this (apparently very well known joke):Judaism - He who buys toys at the lowest price, wins.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Catholicism - He who denies himself the most toys, wins.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Atheism - There is no toy maker.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anglican - They were our toys first.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Greek Orthodox - No, they were ours first.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Branch Davidians - He who dies playing with the biggest toys, wins.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hari Krishna - He who plays with the most toys, wins.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Polytheism - There are many toy makers.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Evolutionism - The toys made themselves.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Church of Christ, Scientist - We are the toys.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Communism - Everyone gets the same number of toys.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B’Hai - All toys are just fine with us.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amish - Powered toys are surely a sin.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taoism - The doll is as important as the dump truck.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mormonism - Every boy may have as many toys as he wants.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Voodoo - Let me borrow that doll for a second….&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jehovah’s Witnesses - He who sells the most toys door-to-door, wins.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pentecostalism - He whose toys can talk, wins.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Existentialism - Toys are a figment of your imagination.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Confusianism - Once a toy is dipped in water, it is no longer dry.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Non-denominationalism - We don’t care where the toys came from, let’s just play with them.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Just seems to make it so much easier to choose your beliefs !!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8185844259019186689-5503217009187151629?l=mirthesitaliano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirthesitaliano.blogspot.com/feeds/5503217009187151629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8185844259019186689&amp;postID=5503217009187151629' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8185844259019186689/posts/default/5503217009187151629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8185844259019186689/posts/default/5503217009187151629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirthesitaliano.blogspot.com/2009/01/wondering-mysteries-of-consumer.html' title=''/><author><name>Bombomzinho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11731471574370236575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_OfZeXKsW7XE/R_T1m9YZBVI/AAAAAAAAAWk/2SCXoaSIlJw/S220/mi1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8185844259019186689.post-846331280517957032</id><published>2008-10-20T12:06:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T12:14:11.521-07:00</updated><title type='text'>- MUSICA ITALIANA - INDICANDO...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Para todas as pessoas que gostam de música italiana, e que vê na música uma maneira de se aproximar da cultura de um povo e de aprender o idioma.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Clique abaixo e escute! &lt;img alt="" src="http://www.orkut.com/img/smiley/i_smile.gif" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;A tutti quelli che seguono Radio Italia su internet in tutto il mondo! Evviva la musica italiana!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:7;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#008000;"&gt;█&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;█&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;█&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:7;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:7;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eu escuto!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E voce? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.radioitalia.it/"&gt;http://www.radioitalia.it/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:7;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8185844259019186689-846331280517957032?l=mirthesitaliano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirthesitaliano.blogspot.com/feeds/846331280517957032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8185844259019186689&amp;postID=846331280517957032' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8185844259019186689/posts/default/846331280517957032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8185844259019186689/posts/default/846331280517957032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirthesitaliano.blogspot.com/2008/10/musica-italiana.html' title='- MUSICA ITALIANA - INDICANDO...'/><author><name>Bombomzinho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11731471574370236575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_OfZeXKsW7XE/R_T1m9YZBVI/AAAAAAAAAWk/2SCXoaSIlJw/S220/mi1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8185844259019186689.post-1508035400534157055</id><published>2008-10-15T10:58:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T10:58:35.914-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oi gente! I am back!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/MiBombomzinho/SPYvSthhj3I/AAAAAAAAA3E/xI8gWdMBvuQ/s1600-h/Miarvore%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="107" alt="Miarvore" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/MiBombomzinho/SPYvS2rF3KI/AAAAAAAAA3I/h1Ug5DQqTyw/Miarvore_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="160" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Oi gente... andei ausente uns meses... mas aqui estou de volta...&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;E muito bom escutar boas noticias.. A sensacao de felicidade e capaz de ser captada pelo telefone a kilometros de distancia, de um outro pais, de um outro continente.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;As pessoas sao as donas de seus destinos, e escolhem que caminho seguir nessa longa , divertida e misteriosa &lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color="#ff0080"&gt;VIDA&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;!!!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Fico feliz de realizar sonhos..os meus, os da minha filha, amigos, familia, pessoas amadas. Sinto como estou no caminho certo.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Obrigada meu Deus, por iluminar meu caminho e por me dar forca e sabedoria para seguir adiante.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- Bom dia, boa tarde, boa noite... dependendo da hora em que vc estara lendo este meu blog! rs&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8185844259019186689-1508035400534157055?l=mirthesitaliano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirthesitaliano.blogspot.com/feeds/1508035400534157055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8185844259019186689&amp;postID=1508035400534157055' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8185844259019186689/posts/default/1508035400534157055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8185844259019186689/posts/default/1508035400534157055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirthesitaliano.blogspot.com/2008/10/oi-gente-i-am-back.html' title='Oi gente! I am back!'/><author><name>Bombomzinho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11731471574370236575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_OfZeXKsW7XE/R_T1m9YZBVI/AAAAAAAAAWk/2SCXoaSIlJw/S220/mi1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/MiBombomzinho/SPYvS2rF3KI/AAAAAAAAA3I/h1Ug5DQqTyw/s72-c/Miarvore_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8185844259019186689.post-2863999744827946429</id><published>2008-10-15T10:54:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T10:54:55.773-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Boa Tarde!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/MiBombomzinho/SPYubgQUALI/AAAAAAAAA28/lXtZM8GSNVw/s1600-h/MiBW2%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-top-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px" height="194" alt="MiBW2" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/MiBombomzinho/SPYub1IH3iI/AAAAAAAAA3A/UOIrI08XmUU/MiBW2_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="149" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;#160; Si nos dejan,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Nos vamos a querer toda la vida&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Si nos dejan,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Nos vamos a vivir a un mundo nuevo&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Yo creo podemos ver el nuevo amanecer de un nuevo dia&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Yo pienso que tu y yo, podemos ser felices todavia&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Si nos dejan&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Buscamos un rincon cerca del cielo&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Si nos dejan&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Haremos con las nubes terciopelo&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Y ahi juntitos los dos cerquita de Dios sera lo que so&amp;#241;amos&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Si nos dejan te llevo de la mano corazon y ahi nos vamos&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Si nos dejan, de todo lo demas nos olvidamos...&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Linda musica regional Mexicana... estava&amp;#160; navegando na net e sem querer me deparei com essa musica! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8185844259019186689-2863999744827946429?l=mirthesitaliano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirthesitaliano.blogspot.com/feeds/2863999744827946429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8185844259019186689&amp;postID=2863999744827946429' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8185844259019186689/posts/default/2863999744827946429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8185844259019186689/posts/default/2863999744827946429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirthesitaliano.blogspot.com/2008/10/boa-tarde.html' title='Boa Tarde!'/><author><name>Bombomzinho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11731471574370236575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_OfZeXKsW7XE/R_T1m9YZBVI/AAAAAAAAAWk/2SCXoaSIlJw/S220/mi1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/MiBombomzinho/SPYub1IH3iI/AAAAAAAAA3A/UOIrI08XmUU/s72-c/MiBW2_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8185844259019186689.post-525670591917742797</id><published>2008-10-15T10:47:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T10:47:43.389-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BOM DIA!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#ff8000"&gt;O grande sentido da vida     &lt;br /&gt;&amp;#201; a gente vencer cada dia      &lt;br /&gt;Como se fosse o maior de todos os pr&amp;#234;mios      &lt;br /&gt;E quem pode dar a partida      &lt;br /&gt;S&amp;#227;o todos que tem harmonia      &lt;br /&gt;Pra gente cantar a can&amp;#231;&amp;#227;o do terceiro mil&amp;#234;nio      &lt;br /&gt;A gente tem muita esperan&amp;#231;a      &lt;br /&gt;Devemos plantar a semente      &lt;br /&gt;Queremos colher o sorriso que tem a nossa gente      &lt;br /&gt;Ningu&amp;#233;m vai mudar nossa id&amp;#233;ia      &lt;br /&gt;E eu sei que voc&amp;#234; vai sorrir      &lt;br /&gt;Por isso cantamos bem alto pro mundo ouvir      &lt;br /&gt;Bom dia...      &lt;br /&gt;Bom dia...      &lt;br /&gt;Bom dia pro sol da manh&amp;#227;      &lt;br /&gt;Bom dia pros homens da Terra      &lt;br /&gt;Bom dia irm&amp;#227;o ou irm&amp;#227;      &lt;br /&gt;Bom dia pra quem n&amp;#227;o faz guerra      &lt;br /&gt;Bom dia...      &lt;br /&gt;Bom dia...       &lt;br /&gt;Bom dia &amp;#243; m&amp;#227;e natureza      &lt;br /&gt;Bom dia &amp;#243; pai salvador      &lt;br /&gt;Bom dia pra toda crian&amp;#231;a      &lt;br /&gt;Pra toda pessoa que planta o amor.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#ff8000"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#ff8000"&gt;AME!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#ff8000"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#ff8000"&gt;Ser feliz eh isso! Foto minha e da princesa pra alegrar isso aqui! =)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/MiBombomzinho/SPYsvWEhNyI/AAAAAAAAA20/yW5xDQvpZu8/s1600-h/Picture%20472229%5B4%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="361" alt="Picture 472229" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/MiBombomzinho/SPYsvsWqqZI/AAAAAAAAA24/NZLMHvAFDjs/Picture%20472229_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="471" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8185844259019186689-525670591917742797?l=mirthesitaliano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirthesitaliano.blogspot.com/feeds/525670591917742797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8185844259019186689&amp;postID=525670591917742797' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8185844259019186689/posts/default/525670591917742797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8185844259019186689/posts/default/525670591917742797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirthesitaliano.blogspot.com/2008/10/bom-dia.html' title='BOM DIA!'/><author><name>Bombomzinho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11731471574370236575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_OfZeXKsW7XE/R_T1m9YZBVI/AAAAAAAAAWk/2SCXoaSIlJw/S220/mi1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/MiBombomzinho/SPYsvsWqqZI/AAAAAAAAA24/NZLMHvAFDjs/s72-c/Picture%20472229_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8185844259019186689.post-5689280370298394506</id><published>2008-10-15T10:39:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T10:39:01.354-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oração à Santo Expedito -</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;blockquote&gt;   &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img height="193" alt="Santo Expedito" src="http://www.expeditosanto.com.br/imagens/santo_expedito.jpg" width="137" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;Santo Expedito foi martirizado na Arm&amp;#234;nia, ele era militar, e um dia, tocado pela gra&amp;#231;a de Deus, resolveu mudar de vida. O esp&amp;#237;rito do mal apareceu para ele em forma de corvo e lhe segredou: &amp;quot;Cras, Cras, Cras&amp;quot;, palavra latina que quer dizer amanh&amp;#227;, isto &amp;#233;, Deixe para amanh&amp;#227;! N&amp;#227;o tenha pressa! Adie a sua convers&amp;#227;o!     &lt;br /&gt;Santo Expedito, pisoteando o corvo, esmagou-o gritando: &amp;quot;Hodie&amp;quot;, que quer dizer hoje: &amp;quot;Nada de protela&amp;#231;&amp;#245;es &amp;#233; para j&amp;#225;&amp;quot;!&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;Por isso que Santo Expedito &amp;#233; sempre invocado nos casos que exigem solu&amp;#231;&amp;#227;o imediata, nos neg&amp;#243;cios urgentes, e que qualquer demora poderia causar grande preju&amp;#237;zo.      &lt;br /&gt;Santo Expedito n&amp;#227;o adia o seu aux&amp;#237;lio para amanh&amp;#227;. Ele atende hoje mesmo, ou na hora em que precisamos de sua ajuda. Mas ele espera que tamb&amp;#233;m n&amp;#243;s n&amp;#227;o deixemos para amanh&amp;#227; nossa convers&amp;#227;o.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/blockquote&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" color="#ff00ff"&gt;Ora&amp;#231;&amp;#227;o &amp;#224; Santo Expedito &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;h4&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/h4&gt;  &lt;h5&gt;Pode servir tamb&amp;#233;m para tr&amp;#237;duo ou novena&lt;/h5&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#211; Deus, que intercess&amp;#227;o de Santo Expedito nos recomende junto a Vossa Divina bondade, a fim de que, pelo seu aux&amp;#237;lio, obtenhamos aquilo que nossos pr&amp;#243;prios m&amp;#233;ritos s&amp;#227;o impotentes para alcan&amp;#231;armos, Assim seja.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;N&amp;#243;s V&amp;#243;s pedimos, Senhor, que orienteis, com Vossa gra&amp;#231;a, todos os nossos pensamentos, palavras e a&amp;#231;&amp;#245;es, para que eles encontrem em V&amp;#243;s, seu princ&amp;#237;pio e sejam por intercess&amp;#227;o de Santo Expedito levados com coragem, fidelidade e prontid&amp;#227;o em tempo pr&amp;#243;prio e favor&amp;#225;vel, a bom e feliz fim. Por Nosso Senhor Jesus Cristo. Assim seja.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#211; Santo Expedito! Animados pelo conhecimento de que foram prontamente atendidos todos aqueles qu vos invocaram &amp;#224; &amp;#224; &amp;#250;ltima hora , para neg&amp;#243;cios urgentes, n&amp;#243;s vos suplicamos, que nos obtenha da bondade misericordiosa de Deus, por intercess&amp;#227;o de Maria Imaculada (hoje ou no dia), a gra&amp;#231;a de (fazer o pedido) que, com toda submiss&amp;#227;o, solicitamos da bondade Divina.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Rezar Pai Nosso, Ave Maria e Gl&amp;#243;ria ao Pai.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8185844259019186689-5689280370298394506?l=mirthesitaliano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirthesitaliano.blogspot.com/feeds/5689280370298394506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8185844259019186689&amp;postID=5689280370298394506' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8185844259019186689/posts/default/5689280370298394506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8185844259019186689/posts/default/5689280370298394506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirthesitaliano.blogspot.com/2008/10/orao-santo-expedito.html' title='Oração à Santo Expedito -'/><author><name>Bombomzinho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11731471574370236575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_OfZeXKsW7XE/R_T1m9YZBVI/AAAAAAAAAWk/2SCXoaSIlJw/S220/mi1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8185844259019186689.post-1097961635464846077</id><published>2008-09-16T09:07:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T09:07:42.365-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Show do Lulu Santos!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Coisa boaaaaaaaaaaaa!!!!!!!!!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Ser feliz eh isso...&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Sair com amigos, shows legais, etc...&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;...ser feliz eh isso&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;:)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RCf_3QhMCPc" target="_blank"&gt;Lulu Santos!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="wlWriterSmartContent" id="scid:5737277B-5D6D-4f48-ABFC-DD9C333F4C5D:794b8ed1-7bed-4e35-bc60-3a3946c39624" style="padding-right: 0px; display: inline; padding-left: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; margin: 0px; padding-top: 0px"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/5DiLZ0khiwo"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/5DiLZ0khiwo" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&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/8185844259019186689-1097961635464846077?l=mirthesitaliano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirthesitaliano.blogspot.com/feeds/1097961635464846077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8185844259019186689&amp;postID=1097961635464846077' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8185844259019186689/posts/default/1097961635464846077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8185844259019186689/posts/default/1097961635464846077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirthesitaliano.blogspot.com/2008/09/show-do-lulu-santos.html' title='Show do Lulu Santos!'/><author><name>Bombomzinho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11731471574370236575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_OfZeXKsW7XE/R_T1m9YZBVI/AAAAAAAAAWk/2SCXoaSIlJw/S220/mi1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8185844259019186689.post-3544241335833454495</id><published>2008-09-16T09:02:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T09:02:03.793-07:00</updated><title type='text'>- Sem Você...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#008000"&gt; Vi num site, gostei e estou postando aqui!!!!!!!!!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color="#ff0000"&gt;Sem voc&amp;#234;, o riso &amp;#233; triste, a l&amp;#225;grima de mim debocha, o dia &amp;#233; escuro e &amp;#224; noite escura claramente sei que voc&amp;#234; n&amp;#227;o est&amp;#225;. Sem voc&amp;#234;, as horas rodam ao contr&amp;#225;rio, o mundo j&amp;#225; n&amp;#227;o d&amp;#225; voltas, e quem n&amp;#227;o volta mesmo &amp;#233; voc&amp;#234;. Sem voc&amp;#234;, a saudade j&amp;#225; n&amp;#227;o sente tanta falta assim de mim, a esperan&amp;#231;a j&amp;#225; se cansou de esperar e s&amp;#243; quem ainda espera em v&amp;#227;o sou eu. Sem voc&amp;#234;, o vazio se preenche da tua aus&amp;#234;ncia, o caminho s&amp;#243; caminha para onde n&amp;#227;o se quer chegar, porque por ele voc&amp;#234; nunca chega. Sem voc&amp;#234;, tudo &amp;#233; diferente e ainda sempre t&amp;#227;o igual. Tudo ainda assim, sem voc&amp;#234; aqui, para sequer dividir, sequer me ouvir e me ajudar a entender por que resolveu partir.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/MiBombomzinho/SM_YdI1YYPI/AAAAAAAAAy8/W5C3wPaLdMY/s1600-h/tt%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="164" alt="tt" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/MiBombomzinho/SM_Yerwth_I/AAAAAAAAAzA/XWUsp3FLWA4/tt_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8185844259019186689-3544241335833454495?l=mirthesitaliano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirthesitaliano.blogspot.com/feeds/3544241335833454495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8185844259019186689&amp;postID=3544241335833454495' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8185844259019186689/posts/default/3544241335833454495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8185844259019186689/posts/default/3544241335833454495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirthesitaliano.blogspot.com/2008/09/sem-voc.html' title='- Sem Você...'/><author><name>Bombomzinho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11731471574370236575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_OfZeXKsW7XE/R_T1m9YZBVI/AAAAAAAAAWk/2SCXoaSIlJw/S220/mi1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/MiBombomzinho/SM_Yerwth_I/AAAAAAAAAzA/XWUsp3FLWA4/s72-c/tt_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8185844259019186689.post-3439044533136785990</id><published>2008-09-10T09:08:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T09:08:38.789-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nao sei!</title><content type='html'>&lt;h4&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/h4&gt;  &lt;h5&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/h5&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#ff0000"&gt;N&amp;#227;o quero escrever mas sei o que falar...     &lt;br /&gt;Vontade de que dizer, pregui&amp;#231;a de buscar...      &lt;br /&gt;Saudades de voc&amp;#234;, vontade de ousar...      &lt;br /&gt;Gosto que me enrosco, desejo aqui na mente...      &lt;br /&gt;Confuso pra voc&amp;#234;, mas &amp;#233; coisa que se sente.      &lt;br /&gt;Quarta - Feira!      &lt;br /&gt;Hoje deu vontade, por isso &lt;strong&gt;to contando minhas aventuras...&lt;/strong&gt;!      &lt;br /&gt;Beijos      &lt;br /&gt;Para colorir nossa quarta :)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/MiBombomzinho/SMfxBNwgTWI/AAAAAAAAAy0/1RBhTws2X_U/s1600-h/rainbow_path%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="237" alt="rainbow_path" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/MiBombomzinho/SMfxBSM041I/AAAAAAAAAy4/fyinWD6Y8P0/rainbow_path_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8185844259019186689-3439044533136785990?l=mirthesitaliano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirthesitaliano.blogspot.com/feeds/3439044533136785990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8185844259019186689&amp;postID=3439044533136785990' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8185844259019186689/posts/default/3439044533136785990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8185844259019186689/posts/default/3439044533136785990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirthesitaliano.blogspot.com/2008/09/nao-sei.html' title='Nao sei!'/><author><name>Bombomzinho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11731471574370236575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_OfZeXKsW7XE/R_T1m9YZBVI/AAAAAAAAAWk/2SCXoaSIlJw/S220/mi1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/MiBombomzinho/SMfxBSM041I/AAAAAAAAAy4/fyinWD6Y8P0/s72-c/rainbow_path_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8185844259019186689.post-4856381645566152775</id><published>2008-07-18T11:05:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-18T11:24:01.198-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Meu Niver Chegando!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://okazi.blogspot.com/2008/06/meu-nver-t-chegando.html"&gt;&lt;font color="#ff0000"&gt;Meu n&amp;#237;ver t&amp;#225; chegando!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#ff0000"&gt;Viva a informa&amp;#231;&amp;#227;o orkutiana!      &lt;br /&gt;Antigamente, quando n&amp;#227;o existia toda essa inclus&amp;#227;o digital (leia-se orkute), o povo n&amp;#227;o se ligava muito nos nossos anivers&amp;#225;rios.       &lt;br /&gt;O orkute j&amp;#225; te lembra do meu anivers&amp;#225;rio. Mas como eu n&amp;#227;o tenho o mundo todo no meu orkute...       &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;font color="#0000ff"&gt;FALTA&lt;/font&gt; &lt;font color="#0000ff"&gt;EXATAMENTE 1 semana PRO MEU ANIVERS&amp;#193;RIO!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;font color="#0000ff"&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;N&amp;#227;o esque&amp;#231;am:&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;font color="#008000"&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;big&gt;&amp;#201; no dia 26 de Julho.&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/big&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#ff0000"&gt;Dia da av&amp;#243;!      &lt;br /&gt;E mais ainda: Dia que eu nasci (&amp;#233; naaaaaaaaaaaaada...)!!!       &lt;br /&gt;E se voc&amp;#234; gosta de dan&amp;#231;ar... Acho q vai rolar feXXtenha! rs.&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160; D&amp;#225; tempo de comprar presente, n&amp;#233;? =)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#ff0000"&gt;Sabe que quando tinha uns 10 anos, ficava fazendo as contas de qtos anos eu teria no ano 2000. Nem imaginava que no ano de 2007 faria 30 e, no ano seguinte 31!!! Mas estou muito tranquila em rela&amp;#231;&amp;#227;o a isso.&amp;#160; Estou feliz. Tenho minha filha, fam&amp;#237;la, trabalho...e emagreci um pouquinho! rs!!! Decidi que esse ano vou me cuidar cada vez mais pra entrar nos 31 em grande estilo...heheheh...mas nada de paran&amp;#243;ia n&amp;#227;o. Serenidade &amp;#233; a palavra. Ainda mais aos 31 hehehehe. Ainda tenho muitos objetivos na vida, com certeza. S&amp;#243; que agora as coisas ja n&amp;#227;o s&amp;#227;o t&amp;#227;o desesperadoras assim. Agora tem que fazer bem feito, nem que demore mais. Pressa agora, pra que? N&amp;#227;o, n&amp;#227;o e n&amp;#227;o. Mas &amp;#233; isso. Amo minha vida como est&amp;#225; hj! Minha filha &amp;#233; linda, minha afamilia eh linda, mesmo com nossos altos e baixos... S&amp;#243; tenho a agradecer todos os dias. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#ff0000"&gt;Obrigada senhor por tudo, tudo!!!!!! Que o senhor continue me proporcionando tudo de bom e principalment muita SAUDE eu preciso! &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#ff0000"&gt;&amp;#160; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#ff0000"&gt;Vida nova aos 3.1! Rs... &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color="#ff8000" size="5"&gt;XoXo... sejam sempre felizes!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/MiBombomzinho/SIDeuLmyg0I/AAAAAAAAAlI/i4jtGsFK_XY/s1600-h/MiREVELACAO1%5B5%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="504" alt="MiREVELACAO1" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/MiBombomzinho/SIDeummHcKI/AAAAAAAAAlM/K8nwKnIp0DY/MiREVELACAO1_thumb%5B3%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="393" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#ff8000"&gt;Eu com 30 aninhos ainda! (Julho 2008, claro q antes do dia 26 ne! Show do Revelacao! Pompano Beach!) &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8185844259019186689-4856381645566152775?l=mirthesitaliano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirthesitaliano.blogspot.com/feeds/4856381645566152775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8185844259019186689&amp;postID=4856381645566152775' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8185844259019186689/posts/default/4856381645566152775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8185844259019186689/posts/default/4856381645566152775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirthesitaliano.blogspot.com/2008/07/meu-niver-chegando.html' title='Meu Niver Chegando!!!!!'/><author><name>Bombomzinho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11731471574370236575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_OfZeXKsW7XE/R_T1m9YZBVI/AAAAAAAAAWk/2SCXoaSIlJw/S220/mi1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/MiBombomzinho/SIDeummHcKI/AAAAAAAAAlM/K8nwKnIp0DY/s72-c/MiREVELACAO1_thumb%5B3%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8185844259019186689.post-513225296930847235</id><published>2008-07-02T10:41:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T10:41:54.874-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Branco...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Deu branco gente... ser&amp;#225; que &amp;#233; essa chuva?    &lt;br /&gt;Esqueci totalmente o que eu ia escrever...    &lt;br /&gt;E agora?    &lt;br /&gt;Deu branco...    &lt;br /&gt;Por falar nisso...    &lt;br /&gt;Porque a gente diz deu branco e n&amp;#227;o &amp;quot;deu &lt;font color="#0000ff"&gt;azu&lt;/font&gt;l&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;deu &lt;font color="#ff0080"&gt;rosa&lt;/font&gt;&amp;quot;... ?    &lt;br /&gt;Enfim...    &lt;br /&gt;Pense nisto... se souber me avisa... &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;ja sabem meu e-mail ---&amp;gt;   &lt;br /&gt;Porque quem sabe dando tudo &lt;font color="#0000ff"&gt;azu&lt;/font&gt;l eu consiga lembrar!    &lt;br /&gt;(Afff, que post mais branco &amp;#233; esse)    &lt;br /&gt;Beijos! e... saida pela direita q tenho que voltar a trabalhar!    &lt;br /&gt;Seja feliz sempre!    &lt;br /&gt;Xoxo    &lt;br /&gt;PS: J&amp;#225; que estamos num clima branco e t&amp;#244; afim de colocar uma foto combinando! rs &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/MiBombomzinho/SGu92ggHPiI/AAAAAAAAAlA/_TIX0CXMuoI/s1600-h/GHOST%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="244" alt="GHOST" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/MiBombomzinho/SGu92690NmI/AAAAAAAAAlE/g9ahU4B-TKE/GHOST_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="225" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8185844259019186689-513225296930847235?l=mirthesitaliano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirthesitaliano.blogspot.com/feeds/513225296930847235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8185844259019186689&amp;postID=513225296930847235' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8185844259019186689/posts/default/513225296930847235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8185844259019186689/posts/default/513225296930847235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirthesitaliano.blogspot.com/2008/07/branco.html' title='Branco...'/><author><name>Bombomzinho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11731471574370236575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_OfZeXKsW7XE/R_T1m9YZBVI/AAAAAAAAAWk/2SCXoaSIlJw/S220/mi1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/MiBombomzinho/SGu92690NmI/AAAAAAAAAlE/g9ahU4B-TKE/s72-c/GHOST_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8185844259019186689.post-5015815096998863242</id><published>2008-06-27T11:19:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T11:19:28.347-07:00</updated><title type='text'>USB - Mais conhecido como USBesta!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA &lt;/strong&gt;gente,    &lt;br /&gt;Fala s&amp;#233;rio!    &lt;br /&gt;N&amp;#227;o! Deixa eu contar...    &lt;br /&gt;Eu t&amp;#244; mega, super, ultra, muito, hiper, pacaramba, OCUPADA aqui no trabalho. Tempo pra postar aqui hoje? Nenhum! &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Niiiiiiiiii - &amp;#250;&amp;#250;&amp;#250;&amp;#250;&amp;#250;&amp;#250;&amp;#250;&amp;#250;&amp;#250; - mmmmmmmmm&lt;/strong&gt;... Lol!!!!    &lt;br /&gt;Mas eis que uma coisinha pequena, bem pequena me deixou t&amp;#227;o irritada, &amp;#224; ponto de vir aqui escrever (acho que acalma n&amp;#233;!)... Mas eu j&amp;#225; estava com vontade de falar sobre isso ja faz &amp;#233; tempo!    &lt;br /&gt;Olha s&amp;#243;... Ser&amp;#225; que isso s&amp;#243; acontece comigo?    &lt;br /&gt;a pior inven&amp;#231;&amp;#227;o que existe atualmente (pior em um sentido, mas melhor em outro), se chama &lt;strong&gt;USB&lt;/strong&gt;! Mais conhecido POR MIM nestes momentos estressantes de US&lt;strong&gt;Besta&lt;/strong&gt;! US&lt;strong&gt;BOBO&lt;/strong&gt;! US&lt;strong&gt;BOSTA&lt;/strong&gt;!     &lt;br /&gt;EU NUNCAAAAAAAAA SEI QUAL &amp;#201; O LADO DA COISA QUE TEM QUE ENCAIXAR NA ENTRADINHA! &amp;#201; AQU&amp;#201;&amp;#201;&amp;#201;&amp;#201;&amp;#201;LA ENTRADINHA DO COMPUTADOR SABE?!?!?    &lt;br /&gt;Meu Deus... vontade de decapitar TRO&amp;#199;O!    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_uBYAUB2G8Ho/SGQC_v7jNqI/AAAAAAAAAFA/rlqgpSqqjL0/s1600-h/usb_teddy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_uBYAUB2G8Ho/SGQC_v7jNqI/AAAAAAAAAFA/rlqgpSqqjL0/s320/usb_teddy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;Tudo bem, foi uma das &lt;strong&gt;GRANDES&lt;/strong&gt; inven&amp;#231;&amp;#245;es! N&amp;#227;o tem nada melhor que carregar essa coisinha&amp;#160; contigo, salva a gente de cada COISA , n&amp;#233;? Em cima pra descarregar as fotos da minha camera!!!!     &lt;br /&gt;Mas tinhaaaaaaaaa, tinha que ter uma entrada t&amp;#227;o chata?    &lt;br /&gt;Porque n&amp;#227;o &amp;#233; que nem fone de ouvido? Que nem ficha de playgame? SEI L&amp;#193;&amp;#193;&amp;#193;&amp;#193;&amp;#193;! Aff!!!!    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_uBYAUB2G8Ho/SGQDrA25E7I/AAAAAAAAAFI/OY0HD9uaDWk/s1600-h/usb_bear.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_uBYAUB2G8Ho/SGQDrA25E7I/AAAAAAAAAFI/OY0HD9uaDWk/s320/usb_bear.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;Vontade de esganar que d&amp;#225;!    &lt;br /&gt;Voc&amp;#234; deve estar pensando... Ahhhhh, ela tinha estas fotos e criou esta hist&amp;#243;ria para postar este texto!    &lt;br /&gt;N&amp;#195;O! &lt;strong&gt;NA NA NI NA NAAAAAA&amp;#195;O&lt;/strong&gt;!    &lt;br /&gt;Eu fui no google mesmo catar imagens de USBestas... FIZ QUEST&amp;#195;O! &amp;#202;ita google bom rapaz! Me salvando mais uma vez... Pense! Eu tenho cada historia com esse&amp;#160; google! Acho cada coisa la! So a Lilian Queiroz sabe! Kkkkk... Outro dia conto aqui...    &lt;br /&gt;AAAAAAAAA, nigu&amp;#233;m merece!    &lt;br /&gt;&amp;#201; s&amp;#243; olhar pra essa coisinha a&amp;#237; &amp;#243;, que me vem a pergunta: Putz, de novo, qual ser&amp;#225; o lado? Se vc ainda n&amp;#227;o usou, ou se usou de a GRANDE sorte de encaixar sempre no lado certo! Vc n&amp;#227;o sabe do q estou falando! Mas se vc ja fez e sempre erra como eu! Aff da raiva!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;O negocio pior &amp;#233; se baixar toda pra enfiar esse tro&amp;#231;o!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Nobody deserves! rs.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_uBYAUB2G8Ho/SGQFUIfj-zI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/JXbfbQ7QsvA/s1600-h/Type_A_USB_connector.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_uBYAUB2G8Ho/SGQFUIfj-zI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/JXbfbQ7QsvA/s320/Type_A_USB_connector.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;Me explica, Achei q essas coisas s&amp;#243; desse em Loiras! Ainda bem q sou morena mas &lt;strong&gt;ABAFFAAA&lt;/strong&gt; ja fui loira! sera q &amp;#233; sequela? &lt;strong&gt;HAHAHA!&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Acontece o mesmo com voc&amp;#234;?????   &lt;br /&gt;Afff....    &lt;br /&gt;U&amp;#233;... t&amp;#244; mais calma...    &lt;br /&gt;Que bom! Vou voltar pro trabalho! J&amp;#225; at&amp;#233; esqueci o que eu tava fazendo...    &lt;br /&gt;PQP    &lt;br /&gt;AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARGHS...    &lt;br /&gt;Fui alias, nao deveria nem estar aqui escrevendo besteiras!!!!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color="#ff0080"&gt;Mondib&amp;#234;zu!       &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;Xoxo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8185844259019186689-5015815096998863242?l=mirthesitaliano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirthesitaliano.blogspot.com/feeds/5015815096998863242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8185844259019186689&amp;postID=5015815096998863242' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8185844259019186689/posts/default/5015815096998863242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8185844259019186689/posts/default/5015815096998863242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirthesitaliano.blogspot.com/2008/06/usb-mais-conhecido-como-usbesta.html' title='USB - Mais conhecido como USBesta!'/><author><name>Bombomzinho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11731471574370236575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_OfZeXKsW7XE/R_T1m9YZBVI/AAAAAAAAAWk/2SCXoaSIlJw/S220/mi1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_uBYAUB2G8Ho/SGQC_v7jNqI/AAAAAAAAAFA/rlqgpSqqjL0/s72-c/usb_teddy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8185844259019186689.post-7342177390059822098</id><published>2008-06-27T11:03:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T11:03:06.897-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Vamos falar de ROMANCE! Lol...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THE NOTEBOOK!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y32/97941624/2004_the_notebook_003.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_uBYAUB2G8Ho/SGQIwjofgkI/AAAAAAAAAFY/wZOv-tAoFNk/s1600-h/2004_the_notebook_003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_uBYAUB2G8Ho/SGQIwjofgkI/AAAAAAAAAFY/wZOv-tAoFNk/s320/2004_the_notebook_003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/a&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;Gente, choreeeeeeeeeeeeeei muito nesse filme! &lt;strong&gt;Afffff&lt;/strong&gt;! Encantador &amp;#224; moda antiga, prepare-se para uma linda hist&amp;#243;ria de amor imposs&amp;#237;vel    &lt;br /&gt;&amp;#227;?    &lt;br /&gt;Voc&amp;#234; n&amp;#227;o viu?    &lt;br /&gt;ALUGA AGORAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!! Sabe onde tem? La na BlockBuster video!!! Lol...    &lt;br /&gt;Fui no google e achei a SINOPSE!!!! Lol... S&amp;#243; google mesmo pra me salvar! Ah e em PORTUGUES! t&amp;#225;?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;da um LOOK na sinopse:&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="left"&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;O filme come&amp;#231;a em um asilo, onde um bondoso senhor se prop&amp;#245;e a ajudar uma paciente com problemas na mem&amp;#243;ria, contando a ela uma bela hist&amp;#243;ria de amor sobre dois jovens de classes sociais diferentes separados pela guerra, se reencontrando anos depois para firmar este amor imposs&amp;#237;vel.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="left"&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp;#187; Dire&amp;#231;&amp;#227;o: Nick Cassavetes     &lt;br /&gt;&amp;#187; Roteiro: Jan Sardi, Jeremy Leven      &lt;br /&gt;&amp;#187; G&amp;#234;nero: Drama/Romance      &lt;br /&gt;&amp;#187; Origem: Estados Unidos      &lt;br /&gt;&amp;#187; Dura&amp;#231;&amp;#227;o: 123 minutos      &lt;br /&gt;&amp;#187; Tipo: Longa      &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Ai, ai... deu vontade... queria assistir de novo!!!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="left"&gt;Beijos!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="left"&gt;XoXo!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8185844259019186689-7342177390059822098?l=mirthesitaliano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirthesitaliano.blogspot.com/feeds/7342177390059822098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8185844259019186689&amp;postID=7342177390059822098' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8185844259019186689/posts/default/7342177390059822098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8185844259019186689/posts/default/7342177390059822098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirthesitaliano.blogspot.com/2008/06/vamos-falar-de-romance-lol.html' title='Vamos falar de ROMANCE! Lol...'/><author><name>Bombomzinho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11731471574370236575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_OfZeXKsW7XE/R_T1m9YZBVI/AAAAAAAAAWk/2SCXoaSIlJw/S220/mi1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_uBYAUB2G8Ho/SGQIwjofgkI/AAAAAAAAAFY/wZOv-tAoFNk/s72-c/2004_the_notebook_003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8185844259019186689.post-2682564661419149380</id><published>2008-06-20T07:29:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-20T07:29:59.073-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dia Dos Pais!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Mangal" color="#008000" size="5"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Obrigado,        &lt;br /&gt;pai Pela vida!        &lt;br /&gt;Pela coberta que me aquece        &lt;br /&gt;Pelo teto que me abriga        &lt;br /&gt;Por tua presen&amp;#231;a &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mensagensepoemas.com.br/#"&gt;&lt;font face="Mangal" color="#008000" size="5"&gt;&lt;em&gt;amiga&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Mangal" color="#008000" size="5"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Obrigado,       &lt;br /&gt;pai elos doces         &lt;br /&gt;Pelos presentes,         &lt;br /&gt;Pelos passeios na pra&amp;#231;a&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Mangal" color="#008000" size="5"&gt;&lt;em&gt; Obrigado, pai pelo suor na fronte        &lt;br /&gt;E pelos bra&amp;#231;os cansados        &lt;br /&gt;No final da jornada        &lt;br /&gt;Para que nada me faltasse &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Mangal" color="#008000" size="5"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Obrigado, pai Pelas noites em claro       &lt;br /&gt;Quando o dinheiro n&amp;#227;o deu         &lt;br /&gt;E mesmo assim,         &lt;br /&gt;Nunca nos abandonaste         &lt;br /&gt;Porque me castigaste         &lt;br /&gt;Quando eu estava errado         &lt;br /&gt;E por tentar me mostrar         &lt;br /&gt;O caminho da verdade &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Mangal" color="#008000" size="5"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Obrigado, pai Por tantas vezes que abdicaste        &lt;br /&gt;Teus sonhos para realizar os meus         &lt;br /&gt;E abriste m&amp;#227;o das tuas vontades        &lt;br /&gt;Para realizar meus caprichos. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Mangal" color="#008000" size="5"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Obrigado, pai Porque tu existes! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Mangal" color="#008000" size="5"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Porque &amp;#233;s meu pai, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Mangal" color="#008000" size="5"&gt;&lt;em&gt;E porque toda tarde,        &lt;br /&gt;voltas pra casa. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Fonte &lt;a href="http://www.mensagensepoemas.com.br/"&gt;Mensagens e Poemas&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/MiBombomzinho/SFu-4kyAzvI/AAAAAAAAAjY/QX5QMu6fgvc/s1600-h/aaa%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="164" alt="aaa" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/MiBombomzinho/SFu-5SjT2iI/AAAAAAAAAjc/Yf0eAV_xwSM/aaa_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="131" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8185844259019186689-2682564661419149380?l=mirthesitaliano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirthesitaliano.blogspot.com/feeds/2682564661419149380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8185844259019186689&amp;postID=2682564661419149380' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8185844259019186689/posts/default/2682564661419149380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8185844259019186689/posts/default/2682564661419149380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirthesitaliano.blogspot.com/2008/06/dia-dos-pais.html' title='Dia Dos Pais!'/><author><name>Bombomzinho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11731471574370236575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_OfZeXKsW7XE/R_T1m9YZBVI/AAAAAAAAAWk/2SCXoaSIlJw/S220/mi1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/MiBombomzinho/SFu-5SjT2iI/AAAAAAAAAjc/Yf0eAV_xwSM/s72-c/aaa_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8185844259019186689.post-5500263212505443001</id><published>2008-06-20T07:19:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-20T07:19:01.929-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Summer is Here!!!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;blockquote&gt;   &lt;h6&gt;&lt;font color="#ff0000" size="5"&gt;Summer's here! It's time to soak up the sun, to hit the beach or to go for a long and lazy vacation. Reach out to your friends/family/near and dear ones in this sunny season with some warm and wonderful Summer ecards. Wish them lots of cool fun and make this Summer a special one for them.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/h6&gt;    &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#8000ff"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am going to have a summer blast! And you? Are you?!?!?!?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#8000ff"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;C ya!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160; &lt;a href="http://nl.ct002.com/cgi-bin/nc1.pl?ID=USA20306192008&amp;amp;no=5369&amp;amp;trk=61444878"&gt;&lt;img title="http://nl.ct002.com/cgi-bin/nc1.pl?ID=USA20306192008&amp;amp;no=5369&amp;amp;trk=61444878" height="172" alt="Send Summer Ecards!" src="http://nl.ct002.com/thumbs/ejun_summer_happy/7023-001-50-1027.gif" width="172" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8185844259019186689-5500263212505443001?l=mirthesitaliano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirthesitaliano.blogspot.com/feeds/5500263212505443001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8185844259019186689&amp;postID=5500263212505443001' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8185844259019186689/posts/default/5500263212505443001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8185844259019186689/posts/default/5500263212505443001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirthesitaliano.blogspot.com/2008/06/summer-is-here.html' title='The Summer is Here!!!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>Bombomzinho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11731471574370236575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_OfZeXKsW7XE/R_T1m9YZBVI/AAAAAAAAAWk/2SCXoaSIlJw/S220/mi1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8185844259019186689.post-6547241245093368340</id><published>2008-06-05T10:25:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-05T10:25:23.837-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Niver da Anna-Carolina minha Filha!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt; Sao tantas coisas q queria dizer aqui, comecando pelo proprio pai dela, q as vezes me parece q nao esta nem ai pra nada, me da uma raiva isso, saber q ele nao tem paciencia, nem atitudes de pai as vezes... nao se preocupa nem se impoe para fazer o melhor para ela, sempre tem q ser eu, tudo EU!!!! Levar, buscar na escola, patinacao de gelo, medico quando fica doente, ele nem se quer liga para saber como foi na escola, notas... nada! Fico a me perguntar o q um homem desse pode ter no futuro sendo um BAD, BAD pai! Nao posso negar q dinheiro pouco ele da, mas atencao eh fundamental eu creio isso! Enfim... vamos falar de coisas boas pq as RUINS agente deisa de lado... Nao vale nem a pena falar no FABIO (pai dela)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/MiBombomzinho/SEghbRMwdmI/AAAAAAAAAhA/8KOk9Aenw0o/s1600-h/anna%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="224" alt="anna" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/MiBombomzinho/SEghdRG-X1I/AAAAAAAAAhE/E8JZVsmdL0k/anna_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/MiBombomzinho/SEghecwE7xI/AAAAAAAAAhI/ns2Np5oZ8rg/s1600-h/b%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="188" alt="b" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/MiBombomzinho/SEghgY3q2jI/AAAAAAAAAhM/T2diTiU5IhQ/b_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;blockquote&gt;   &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp;quot;Poderia cantar ao infinito       &lt;br /&gt;O prazer de ter te conhecido.        &lt;br /&gt;Amaria ao infinito o momento        &lt;br /&gt;passado, presente, futuro,        &lt;br /&gt;prisioneira da esperan&amp;#231;a        &lt;br /&gt;de um dia te pertencer...&amp;quot;&lt;/em&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Salom&amp;#227;o Rovedo&lt;strong&gt;)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;&lt;img height="100" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_caWt00UIyhs/R7gvM1zQrpI/AAAAAAAAC14/uc-ygE547cs/S1600-R/coracao.gif" width="86" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Se voc&amp;#234; valoriza apenas o f&amp;#237;sico,&lt;/em&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp;#173;&amp;#173;&amp;#173;&amp;#173;&amp;#173;&amp;#173;N&amp;#227;o cative meu cora&amp;#231;&amp;#227;o,&lt;/em&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pois tudo o que h&amp;#225; em mim&lt;/em&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;s&amp;#227;o sentimentos!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8185844259019186689-6547241245093368340?l=mirthesitaliano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirthesitaliano.blogspot.com/feeds/6547241245093368340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8185844259019186689&amp;postID=6547241245093368340' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8185844259019186689/posts/default/6547241245093368340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8185844259019186689/posts/default/6547241245093368340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirthesitaliano.blogspot.com/2008/06/niver-da-anna-carolina-minha-filha.html' title='Niver da Anna-Carolina minha Filha!'/><author><name>Bombomzinho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11731471574370236575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_OfZeXKsW7XE/R_T1m9YZBVI/AAAAAAAAAWk/2SCXoaSIlJw/S220/mi1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/MiBombomzinho/SEghdRG-X1I/AAAAAAAAAhE/E8JZVsmdL0k/s72-c/anna_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8185844259019186689.post-5883092597037677088</id><published>2008-05-20T11:02:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-20T11:02:00.208-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Filha minha...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;blockquote&gt;   &lt;p&gt;&lt;img height="1" alt="" src="http://img1.orkut.com/img/b.gif" width="5" /&gt; &lt;font color="#ff0000"&gt;Hj em 2000 foi o dia mais feliz da minha vida... - Maio 20 de 2000!!!!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#ff0000"&gt;A exatamente 8 anos atraz estava sofrendo de dores de parto!!!! As 6 e 36 da tarde nasce minha princesinha!!!! O amor me consumiu!!!! Era linda, mesmo com aquela carinha toda enrrugadinha de recem nascido! A amei desde o primeiro dia! E vou amar-la enternamente! hj ela faz 8 anos de pura felicidade para mim!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#ff0000"&gt;Nao me importa mais o resto a unica coisa de valor q tenho es tu filha querida! Quanto ao pai? So me resta pena! Pois sei q um dia nos todos que cometemos erros neste plano vamos pagar por todas as humilhacoes q fazemos ao proximo! Nao sou perfeita, mas de uma coisa tenho certeza eu jamais humilhei alguem! Isso nao faz parte de mim... rezo todos os dias para Deus guiar minha familia a minha filha!&amp;#160; O resto entrego nas maos de Deus, so ele sabe o castigo para dar a qualquer um q nesta terra faz ou fez o mal a alguem!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#ff0000"&gt;Hj minha princesa mais linda do mundo faz&amp;#160; anos! Obrigada senhor pela filha MARAVILHOSA que me destes, ela veio meio sem planos, mas aonde come um come dois... rs e assim foi Agradeco a minha familia por ter me ajudado todos esses anos, porque se nao fossem eles... eu nao sei como estaria agora...&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#ff0000"&gt;Viva maes solteiras!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#ff0000"&gt;Viva Anna-Carolina, meu presente de Deus!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#ff0000"&gt;10:41 am (3 hours ago) &lt;/font&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.orkut.com/Profile.aspx?uid=1260464302388611361"&gt;&lt;font color="#ff0000"&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#ff0000"&gt;mensagem a a mandei no orkut...&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;h5&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.orkut.com/Profile.aspx?uid=1260464302388611361"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.orkut.com/Profile.aspx?uid=1260464302388611361"&gt;&lt;img title="Mirthes Caroline Italiano &amp;#9829;" alt="" src="http://img4.orkut.com/images/small/1210821701/3290529/uf.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mirthes Caroline&lt;/a&gt;: &lt;/h5&gt;    &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;       &lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#ff0000"&gt;Filha,         &lt;br /&gt;Um dia senti que a vida          &lt;br /&gt;iria me presentear          &lt;br /&gt;me dar uma menininha          &lt;br /&gt;para com ela brincar          &lt;br /&gt;o sonho virou verdade          &lt;br /&gt;e a menininha nasceu          &lt;br /&gt;parecia uma bonequinha          &lt;br /&gt;a mais linda que Deus me deu.          &lt;br /&gt;A d&amp;#250;vida ent&amp;#227;o surgiu          &lt;br /&gt;como essa bonequinha chamar          &lt;br /&gt;pensei em cham&amp;#225;-la de varios outros          &lt;br /&gt;nomes          &lt;br /&gt;mas, nada de acertar.          &lt;br /&gt;Fiquei ent&amp;#227;o a pensar...          &lt;br /&gt;vou por um nome          &lt;br /&gt;que todos vejam          &lt;br /&gt;o jeito que ela ser&amp;#225;          &lt;br /&gt;vou cham&amp;#225;-la ANNA-CAROLINA          &lt;br /&gt;e todos com alegria          &lt;br /&gt;ir&amp;#227;o relembrar          &lt;br /&gt;meiguice, ternura, amor          &lt;br /&gt;e nossas almas encantar&amp;#225;.           &lt;br /&gt;Obrigada por ser MINHA FILHA!          &lt;br /&gt;Feliz Aniversario!          &lt;br /&gt;Felicidades,          &lt;br /&gt;Tudo de bom,          &lt;br /&gt;Saude e muito Suce$$o!          &lt;br /&gt;Amo-te!          &lt;br /&gt;Mirthes, sua mae mais mae de todas! rs.          &lt;br /&gt;I love you my princess no matter what, i will always, always be there for you!          &lt;br /&gt;Just believe that!          &lt;br /&gt;God Bless you always my love!          &lt;br /&gt;..... .... ....Mom,&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;      &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.addemoticons.com/emoticon/love2/AddEmoticons1032.gif"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://www.addemoticons.com/emoticon/love2/AddEmoticons1032.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;/p&gt; &lt;/blockquote&gt;  &lt;p&gt;orkut - &amp;#9829;Ice Princess&amp;#9829;'s scrapbook&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8185844259019186689-5883092597037677088?l=mirthesitaliano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirthesitaliano.blogspot.com/feeds/5883092597037677088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8185844259019186689&amp;postID=5883092597037677088' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8185844259019186689/posts/default/5883092597037677088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8185844259019186689/posts/default/5883092597037677088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirthesitaliano.blogspot.com/2008/05/filha-minha.html' title='Filha minha...'/><author><name>Bombomzinho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11731471574370236575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_OfZeXKsW7XE/R_T1m9YZBVI/AAAAAAAAAWk/2SCXoaSIlJw/S220/mi1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8185844259019186689.post-8093381874220410343</id><published>2008-05-20T09:04:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-20T09:04:40.780-07:00</updated><title type='text'>orkut - My scrapbook -</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Nao poderia deixar de colocar aqui o cartao muito bem recebido da minha SMA preferida! &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;blockquote&gt;   &lt;h5&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.orkut.com/Profile.aspx?uid=11047230216909250363"&gt;Fernanda&lt;/a&gt;: &lt;/h5&gt;    &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.orkut.com/"&gt;&lt;img height="316" src="http://i227.photobucket.com/albums/dd130/vejamensagens1/web/recadosdaweb.com/pt/amizade/13.gif" width="416" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;&lt;img height="1" alt="" src="http://img1.orkut.com/img/b.gif" width="5" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/blockquote&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.orkut.com/Scrapbook.aspx"&gt;orkut - My scrapbook&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Thanks fernanda!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Ilove you! You know that!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8185844259019186689-8093381874220410343?l=mirthesitaliano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirthesitaliano.blogspot.com/feeds/8093381874220410343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8185844259019186689&amp;postID=8093381874220410343' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8185844259019186689/posts/default/8093381874220410343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8185844259019186689/posts/default/8093381874220410343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirthesitaliano.blogspot.com/2008/05/orkut-my-scrapbook.html' title='orkut - My scrapbook -'/><author><name>Bombomzinho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11731471574370236575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_OfZeXKsW7XE/R_T1m9YZBVI/AAAAAAAAAWk/2SCXoaSIlJw/S220/mi1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8185844259019186689.post-2295481087203884966</id><published>2008-05-16T11:59:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-16T11:59:48.068-07:00</updated><title type='text'>
 </title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;blockquote&gt;A banda Avi&amp;#245;es do Forr&amp;#243; foi formada em agosto de 2002 e passou a impressionar a todos com arrojadas letras musicais e batida inconfund&amp;#237;vel.Hoje, a banda &amp;#233; conhecida nacionalmente. Por onde passa &amp;#233; sucesso garantido de p&amp;#250;blico, principalmente, nos estados da Para&amp;#237;ba, Pernambuco, Cear&amp;#225;, S&amp;#227;o Paulo, Rio Grande do Norte, Rio de Janeiro, Piau&amp;#237;, Par&amp;#225; e Maranh&amp;#227;o, pois o seu show &amp;#233; dos mais apreciados pelo p&amp;#250;blico forrozeiro, que gosta de dan&amp;#231;ar e curtir um forr&amp;#243; de alta qualidade musical.&lt;/blockquote&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/MiBombomzinho/SC3ZoY70pPI/AAAAAAAAAfE/D3MiPsR1SLk/s1600-h/avioes%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="316" alt="avioes" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/MiBombomzinho/SC3Zo470pQI/AAAAAAAAAfM/k96lmLR9_Q8/avioes_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="416" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;Avi&amp;#245;es do Forr&amp;#243; Clube Cinema - Pompano Beach Florida - USA &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://images.orkut.com/orkut/albums3/ATgAAADh_Hc0AeDOHiBRGdDt7EQtQxd7qnSYuTuBRgW5l4KqX9x6yFuUy_f-hU-686Em8w2_j5toM4fgxWm35sMtTuaUAJtU9VAOsMG2TNyxsGr3T1LftmAJQ6vJ_w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160; &lt;font color="#ff0080"&gt;Solange e Xande&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.orkut.com/AlbumZoom.aspx?uid=1260464302388611361&amp;amp;pid=1210531719783&amp;amp;aid=1210505952"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img2.orkut.com/images/milieu/1210505952/1210531719783/3290529/Z1inaclj.jpg?sig=15jby6" /&gt;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160; &lt;a href="http://www.orkut.com/AlbumZoom.aspx?uid=1260464302388611361&amp;amp;pid=1210531716257&amp;amp;aid=1210505952"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img1.orkut.com/images/milieu/1210505952/1210531716257/3290529/Zlvrxwj.jpg?sig=1ndbarr" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/a&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160; &lt;a href="http://www.orkut.com/AlbumZoom.aspx?uid=1260464302388611361&amp;amp;pid=1210531719783&amp;amp;aid=1210505952&amp;amp;p=1"&gt;&lt;font color="#ff0080"&gt;Awww! So cute! &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;font color="#ff0080"&gt;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.orkut.com/AlbumZoom.aspx?uid=1260464302388611361&amp;amp;pid=1210531716257&amp;amp;aid=1210505952&amp;amp;p=1"&gt;&lt;font color="#ff0080"&gt;Sorrisos! &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.orkut.com/AlbumZoom.aspx?uid=1260464302388611361&amp;amp;pid=1210531713058&amp;amp;aid=1210505952"&gt;&lt;font color="#ff0080"&gt;&lt;img height="125" src="http://img4.orkut.com/images/milieu/1210505952/1210531713058/3290529/Zrdb45l.jpg?sig=1yyy1k4" width="161" /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.orkut.com/AlbumZoom.aspx?uid=1260464302388611361&amp;amp;pid=1210531710175&amp;amp;aid=1210505952"&gt;&lt;font color="#ff0080"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img1.orkut.com/images/milieu/1210505952/1210531710175/3290529/Z1cfywe6.jpg?sig=vp4c3b" /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#ff0080"&gt;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.orkut.com/AlbumZoom.aspx?uid=1260464302388611361&amp;amp;pid=1210531713058&amp;amp;aid=1210505952&amp;amp;p=1"&gt;&lt;font color="#ff0080"&gt;Fer e Leia! &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;font color="#ff0080"&gt;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160; Eu e Leia&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.orkut.com/AlbumZoom.aspx?uid=1260464302388611361&amp;amp;pid=1210531710175&amp;amp;aid=1210505952"&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8185844259019186689-2295481087203884966?l=mirthesitaliano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirthesitaliano.blogspot.com/feeds/2295481087203884966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8185844259019186689&amp;postID=2295481087203884966' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8185844259019186689/posts/default/2295481087203884966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8185844259019186689/posts/default/2295481087203884966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirthesitaliano.blogspot.com/2008/05/banda-avi-do-forr-foi-formada-em-agosto.html' title='&#xA; '/><author><name>Bombomzinho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11731471574370236575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_OfZeXKsW7XE/R_T1m9YZBVI/AAAAAAAAAWk/2SCXoaSIlJw/S220/mi1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/MiBombomzinho/SC3Zo470pQI/AAAAAAAAAfM/k96lmLR9_Q8/s72-c/avioes_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8185844259019186689.post-3725330076026932852</id><published>2008-05-13T11:13:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-13T11:30:43.675-07:00</updated><title type='text'>
 </title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color="#ff0080" size="6"&gt; DIA DAS&amp;#160; MAES!!!!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;Dos dias &amp;quot;D&amp;quot;, &amp;#233; este o que mais me toca e o que mais&amp;#160; me provoca.   &lt;br /&gt;Toca-me por ser m&amp;#227;e. Essa &amp;#233;, claramente, a maior b&amp;#234;n&amp;#231;&amp;#227;o que recebi. A minha filha transformou o meu mundo, d&amp;#225; sentido em cada dia &amp;#224; minha vida, &amp;#233; a minha estrela do Norte. Como diz o ditado...    &lt;br /&gt;Toca-me por ser filha - e por j&amp;#225; aqui n&amp;#227;o estar a minha m&amp;#227;e. Revejo-a nos olhos, no sorriso da neta, que dela n&amp;#227;o herdou e sim apenas o nome, mas tamb&amp;#233;m muitos tra&amp;#231;os. E assim eu sinto que as coisas est&amp;#227;o certas porque na minha filha revive, em parte, a minha m&amp;#227;e. Deste sentimento n&amp;#227;o resulta tristeza, mas sim saudades misturadas com um sorriso. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/MiBombomzinho/SCnaLI70pEI/AAAAAAAAAds/dNNAUzyfQyY/s1600-h/Mothe%27rs%20Day%5B7%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="393" alt="Mothe&amp;#39;rs Day" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/MiBombomzinho/SCnaLo70pFI/AAAAAAAAAd0/Sx8yxlNHfhA/Mothe%27rs%20Day_thumb%5B5%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="295" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color="#0d86ae"&gt;De novo sinto que me falta algo que queria muito - mas de novo me dou conta, tamb&amp;#233;m, que tenho um imenso tesouro. Ali&amp;#225;s, n&amp;#227;o tenho consci&amp;#234;ncia disso apenas hoje, mas sim em cada dia. Apesar das desilus&amp;#245;es, dos desgostos, uma parte de mim &amp;#233; absolutamente feliz em cada abra&amp;#231;o, cada beijo, cada olhar doce da minha filha.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/MiBombomzinho/SCndvo70pGI/AAAAAAAAAd8/lHRcXG3JsHQ/s1600-h/AddEmoticons04271%5B2%5D.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="52" alt="AddEmoticons04271" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/MiBombomzinho/SCndwI70pHI/AAAAAAAAAeE/QfHcjzead9s/AddEmoticons04271_thumb.gif?imgmax=800" width="52" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;Mas o Dia da M&amp;#227;e &amp;#233; tamb&amp;#233;m um dia de melancolia. Porque, ao longo dos 8 anos em que o comemoro, faltou-me sempre algo para que eu me sentisse verdadeiramente especial e mimada neste dia. A minha filha enche-me de carinhos, oferece-me a sua lembrancinha feita na escola com muita ternura, e s&amp;#227;o os seus beijos e essas pequenas recorda&amp;#231;&amp;#245;es o que verdadeiramente enche o meu cora&amp;#231;&amp;#227;o, &amp;#233; claro.&amp;#160; O resto &amp;#233; simplesmente que quem esteve ao meu lado ao longo da maior parte desses 8 anos nunca tornou o Dia da M&amp;#227;e especial para mim. Nunca se lembrou de me mimar, LIGAR!!!! de ajudar a filha a fazer com que a m&amp;#227;e, nesse dia em particular, sorrisse mais do que nunca. N&amp;#227;o me levou nada, n&amp;#227;o se lembrou, se n&amp;#227;o raramente, de uma prenda para me dar - que n&amp;#227;o precisava de ser cara, apenas sentida. Nem que desse para a nossa filha me dar... &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;N&amp;#227;o me lembro de nenhum ramo de flores oferecido por ele nesta ocasi&amp;#227;o. Ali&amp;#225;s, recordo-me de muito poucas flores oferecidas por ele!!!!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;Mas isso &amp;#233; so um desabafo... O mais importante tenho comigo o amor incondicional de minha filha e familia e sem esquecer dos amigos 100% que tenho!!!!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;Quero agradecer a Fernanda e familia pelo lindo almoco neste Domingo de Dia Das Maes!!!!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;Obrigada a todos que junto comigo l&amp;#234;em meu blog...&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;Muita paz interior para cada um.&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/MiBombomzinho/SCndwY70pII/AAAAAAAAAeM/SASJZv-1Pqg/s1600-h/flor%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="244" alt="flor" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/MiBombomzinho/SCndw470pJI/AAAAAAAAAeU/3WP-aRj8HOw/flor_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="184" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color="#0d86ae"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8185844259019186689-3725330076026932852?l=mirthesitaliano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirthesitaliano.blogspot.com/feeds/3725330076026932852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8185844259019186689&amp;postID=3725330076026932852' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8185844259019186689/posts/default/3725330076026932852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8185844259019186689/posts/default/3725330076026932852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirthesitaliano.blogspot.com/2008/05/dia-das-maes-dos-dias-este-o-que-mais.html' title='&#xA; '/><author><name>Bombomzinho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11731471574370236575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_OfZeXKsW7XE/R_T1m9YZBVI/AAAAAAAAAWk/2SCXoaSIlJw/S220/mi1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/MiBombomzinho/SCnaLo70pFI/AAAAAAAAAd0/Sx8yxlNHfhA/s72-c/Mothe%27rs%20Day_thumb%5B5%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8185844259019186689.post-2377981946403030744</id><published>2008-05-08T10:18:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-08T10:18:32.944-07:00</updated><title type='text'>TUDO ME INTERESSA NADA ME PRENDE</title><content type='html'>&lt;h5 align="center"&gt;&amp;#160; &lt;/h5&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6316/3273/1600/199823/solid??o1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6316/3273/320/230303/solid%3F%3Fo1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Eu sou assim , sensivel, f&amp;#250;til. Capaz de impulsos violentos e absorventes, maus e bons, nobres e vis, mas nunca de um sentimento que subsista, nunca de uma emo&amp;#231;&amp;#227;o que continue, e entre para a subst&amp;#226;ncia da alma. Tudo em mim &amp;#233; uma tend&amp;#234;ncia, para ser a seguir a outra coisa; uma impaci&amp;#234;ncia da alma consigo mesmo, como uma crian&amp;#231;a inoportuna; um desassossego sempre crecente, e sempre igual. Tudo me interessa nada me prende.(fernando pessoa)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;blockquote&gt;   &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img height="156" alt="Ele me revela..." src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_z1TuBBJb-Q0/R60O4jtiw-I/AAAAAAAAA08/ReasipK1JN0/S220/core.jpg" width="220" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Amanh&amp;#227; ser&amp;#225; um lindo dia&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Da mais louca alegria&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Que se possa imaginar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Amanh&amp;#227;, redobrada a for&amp;#231;a&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pra cima que n&amp;#227;o cessa&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;H&amp;#225; de vingar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Amanh&amp;#227;, mais nenhum mist&amp;#233;rio&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Acima do ilus&amp;#243;rio&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O astro rei vai brilhar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Amanh&amp;#227; a luminosidade&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Alheia a qualquer vontade&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;H&amp;#225; de imperar, h&amp;#225; de imperar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Amanh&amp;#227; est&amp;#225; toda a esperan&amp;#231;a&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Por menor que pare&amp;#231;a&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O que existe &amp;#233; pra festejar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Amanh&amp;#227;, apesar de hoje&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ser a estrada que surge&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pra se trilhar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Amanh&amp;#227;, mesmo que uns n&amp;#227;o queiram&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ser&amp;#225; de outros que esperam&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ver o dia raiar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Amanh&amp;#227; &amp;#243;dios aplacados&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Temores abrandados&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ser&amp;#225; pleno, ser&amp;#225; pleno&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(Guilherme Arantes).&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/blockquote&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6316/3273/400/710793/LINDO.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6316/3273/1600/620609/anjo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6316/3273/400/301757/anjo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;'' Boa parte do tempo andamos meio &amp;#224;s cegas, avan&amp;#231;ando por erro e tentativa, tateando entre os desafios de cada dia. Sobre essa terra firme ou areia trai&amp;#231;oeira teremos de erguer a nossa casa pessoal feita em partes desses materiais brutos. Nem tudo pode ser programado. Os c&amp;#225;lculos t&amp;#234;m resultdos imprevistos. Misturamos em n&amp;#243;s possibilidades de sonhar e necessidades de rastejar, medo e fervor. Talvez seja utopia, mas se eu n&amp;#227;o deixar que se embote a minha sensibilidade, quando envelhecer, em vez de estar ressequida eu terei chegado ao m&amp;#225;ximo exerc&amp;#237;cio de meus afetos&amp;quot;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6316/3273/1600/204841/maos_dadas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6316/3273/320/72210/maos_dadas.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp;quot; Sejamos como o sol que n&amp;#227;o espera recompensa, n&amp;#227;o espera lucros, nem espera elogios. Simplesmente brilhe!&amp;#8221;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/MiBombomzinho/SCM15IUs9GI/AAAAAAAAAdE/EwTcLDoLOmA/s1600-h/collage%2021%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="165" alt="collage 21" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/MiBombomzinho/SCM15YUs9HI/AAAAAAAAAdM/YWWta8WQyPA/collage%2021_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="156" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font color="#ff0000"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eu s&amp;#243; preciso de amor! E voc&amp;#234;?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/MiBombomzinho/SCM15oUs9II/AAAAAAAAAdU/1OIgMZ7Yg1I/s1600-h/8heart%5B2%5D.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="57" alt="8heart" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/MiBombomzinho/SCM16IUs9JI/AAAAAAAAAdc/cmFU8lFQp5E/8heart_thumb.gif?imgmax=800" width="49" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8185844259019186689-2377981946403030744?l=mirthesitaliano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirthesitaliano.blogspot.com/feeds/2377981946403030744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8185844259019186689&amp;postID=2377981946403030744' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8185844259019186689/posts/default/2377981946403030744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8185844259019186689/posts/default/2377981946403030744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirthesitaliano.blogspot.com/2008/05/tudo-me-interessa-nada-me-prende.html' title='TUDO ME INTERESSA NADA ME PRENDE'/><author><name>Bombomzinho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11731471574370236575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_OfZeXKsW7XE/R_T1m9YZBVI/AAAAAAAAAWk/2SCXoaSIlJw/S220/mi1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_z1TuBBJb-Q0/R60O4jtiw-I/AAAAAAAAA08/ReasipK1JN0/s72-c/core.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8185844259019186689.post-1743632746292238907</id><published>2008-05-06T09:34:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-06T09:34:01.068-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SUNFEST 2008 - West Palm Beach, Florida</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/MiBombomzinho/SCCIYB6MLnI/AAAAAAAAAbU/O3d3WUA8v0I/s1600-h/logoAfter%5B6%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="129" alt="logoAfter" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/MiBombomzinho/SCCIYR6MLoI/AAAAAAAAAbc/EuireAzZ6o4/logoAfter_thumb%5B4%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/MiBombomzinho/SCCIYx6MLpI/AAAAAAAAAbk/dyMJCo8rFeg/s1600-h/SUNFEST%20-%202008%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="244" alt="SUNFEST - 2008" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/MiBombomzinho/SCCIZB6MLqI/AAAAAAAAAbs/my5wFo01jnc/SUNFEST%20-%202008_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="157" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Sunfest 2008 - West Palm Beach&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Founded in 1982, SunFest is Florida's largest waterfront music and art festival. Held annually in downtown West Palm Beach, Florida the first week in May, SunFest attracts more than 275,000 visitors. The festival and the patrons that it attracts have a very positive impact on the community.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt; (Taken from the official Web page)&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/MiBombomzinho/SCCIZh6MLrI/AAAAAAAAAb0/pfds3mGvm6g/s1600-h/sunfest2%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="306" alt="sunfest2" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/MiBombomzinho/SCCIaB6MLsI/AAAAAAAAAb8/MExKcCir9sQ/sunfest2_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="403" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;what a VIEW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I Love Florida - The Sunshine State! Lol...&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/MiBombomzinho/SCCIah6MLtI/AAAAAAAAAcE/xqgVj9cT3rg/s1600-h/Sunfest3%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="318" alt="Sunfest3" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/MiBombomzinho/SCCIbB6MLuI/AAAAAAAAAcM/F6tfJ6tFB1w/Sunfest3_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Capitain Morgan was there! Lol...&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Marinette, me and Leia!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/MiBombomzinho/SCCIbh6MLvI/AAAAAAAAAcU/FybU-epZHHs/s1600-h/JohnLegend%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="344" alt="JohnLegend" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/MiBombomzinho/SCCIcB6MLwI/AAAAAAAAAcc/mspJN6hr9x0/JohnLegend_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="453" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;John Legend! (R&amp;amp;B)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/MiBombomzinho/SCCIcR6MLxI/AAAAAAAAAck/ILB5gyzJQBM/s1600-h/Sunfest4%5B4%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="524" alt="Sunfest4" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/MiBombomzinho/SCCIcx6MLyI/AAAAAAAAAcs/p29YwG3oMr8/Sunfest4_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="400" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Capt'n Morgan's BAR! &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/MiBombomzinho/SCCIdh6MLzI/AAAAAAAAAc0/cFJEW9Xutek/s1600-h/FF8%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="147" alt="FF8" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/MiBombomzinho/SCCIeB6ML0I/AAAAAAAAAc8/SaeKmJeA03M/FF8_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="192" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8185844259019186689-1743632746292238907?l=mirthesitaliano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirthesitaliano.blogspot.com/feeds/1743632746292238907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8185844259019186689&amp;postID=1743632746292238907' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8185844259019186689/posts/default/1743632746292238907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8185844259019186689/posts/default/1743632746292238907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirthesitaliano.blogspot.com/2008/05/sunfest-2008-west-palm-beach-florida.html' title='SUNFEST 2008 - West Palm Beach, Florida'/><author><name>Bombomzinho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11731471574370236575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_OfZeXKsW7XE/R_T1m9YZBVI/AAAAAAAAAWk/2SCXoaSIlJw/S220/mi1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/MiBombomzinho/SCCIYR6MLoI/AAAAAAAAAbc/EuireAzZ6o4/s72-c/logoAfter_thumb%5B4%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8185844259019186689.post-7115184883612211754</id><published>2008-04-03T09:22:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-03T09:28:46.230-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Março 27! Niver da Fernanda! S.M.A.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;img height="353" alt="" src="http://images.orkut.com/orkut/albums3/ATYAAABBhSx0EyEY4ML7fehic3WNyGF2X97S1nV6AFHWfZN2acVBJCvsU25W_xOcgiIOcUux1iua6cJidpFhHYLkoVuwAJtU9VCLRmp2DMpOgj7E3csRdIrkWSwacg.jpg" width="469" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;h3 align="center"&gt;&lt;font face="Tunga" color="#800080"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Palavra Amigo&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;  &lt;h6 align="center"&gt;&lt;font face="Book Antiqua" color="#800080" size="5"&gt;AMIGO,      &lt;br /&gt;palavra t&amp;#227;o f&amp;#225;cil       &lt;br /&gt;de se escrever       &lt;br /&gt;e pronunciar,       &lt;br /&gt;mas t&amp;#227;o dif&amp;#237;cil de ter.       &lt;br /&gt;AMIGO,       &lt;br /&gt;&amp;#233; aquele que nos ampara       &lt;br /&gt;nos momentos dif&amp;#237;ceis,       &lt;br /&gt;&amp;#233; aquele que nos cr&amp;#237;tica       &lt;br /&gt;nos erros e fraquezas,       &lt;br /&gt;&amp;#233; aquele que n&amp;#227;o engana,       &lt;br /&gt;que n&amp;#227;o elogia       &lt;br /&gt;para n&amp;#227;o explorar.       &lt;br /&gt;AMIGO,       &lt;br /&gt;&amp;#233; aquele que sente       &lt;br /&gt;a nossa aus&amp;#234;ncia       &lt;br /&gt;e chora quando choramos. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/h6&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8185844259019186689-7115184883612211754?l=mirthesitaliano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirthesitaliano.blogspot.com/feeds/7115184883612211754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8185844259019186689&amp;postID=7115184883612211754' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8185844259019186689/posts/default/7115184883612211754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8185844259019186689/posts/default/7115184883612211754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirthesitaliano.blogspot.com/2008/04/niver-da-fernanda-sma.html' title='Março 27! Niver da Fernanda! 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Chiclete!&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;div class="wlWriterSmartContent" id="scid:5737277B-5D6D-4f48-ABFC-DD9C333F4C5D:c1caddeb-39a3-42e5-817c-7022c0f0223c" style="padding-right: 0px; display: inline; padding-left: 0px; float: none; padding-bottom: 0px; margin: 0px; padding-top: 0px"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/-kwL4Cm3V_s&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/-kwL4Cm3V_s&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;label style="font-size:.8em;"&gt;Maimb&amp;ecirc; Dand&amp;aacute;!&lt;/label&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8185844259019186689-4033098549995773477?l=mirthesitaliano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirthesitaliano.blogspot.com/feeds/4033098549995773477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8185844259019186689&amp;postID=4033098549995773477' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8185844259019186689/posts/default/4033098549995773477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8185844259019186689/posts/default/4033098549995773477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirthesitaliano.blogspot.com/2008/04/show-de-chiclete-com-banana.html' title='Show de Chiclete com Banana!'/><author><name>Bombomzinho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11731471574370236575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_OfZeXKsW7XE/R_T1m9YZBVI/AAAAAAAAAWk/2SCXoaSIlJw/S220/mi1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8185844259019186689.post-7357139373361680597</id><published>2008-04-03T08:12:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-03T08:12:52.321-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Autism Awareness Month [April]</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://nl.ct002.com/cgi-bin/nc1.pl?ID=USA20104032008&amp;amp;no=4787&amp;amp;trk=61444878"&gt;&lt;img title="http://nl.ct002.com/cgi-bin/nc1.pl?ID=USA20104032008&amp;amp;no=4787&amp;amp;trk=61444878" height="115" alt="Send Autism Awareness Month Ecards!" src="http://nl.ct002.com/thumbs/eapr_autismawaremonth/8880-001-06-1076.gif" width="115" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.123greetings.com/events/autism_awareness_month/autism2.html?pos=nl" target="_blank"&gt;Send Autism Awareness Ecards Free!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8185844259019186689-7357139373361680597?l=mirthesitaliano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirthesitaliano.blogspot.com/feeds/7357139373361680597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8185844259019186689&amp;postID=7357139373361680597' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8185844259019186689/posts/default/7357139373361680597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8185844259019186689/posts/default/7357139373361680597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirthesitaliano.blogspot.com/2008/04/autism-awareness-month-april.html' title='Autism Awareness Month [April]'/><author><name>Bombomzinho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11731471574370236575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_OfZeXKsW7XE/R_T1m9YZBVI/AAAAAAAAAWk/2SCXoaSIlJw/S220/mi1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8185844259019186689.post-7742013679737759732</id><published>2008-03-03T10:49:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-03T10:49:34.998-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reflitam...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color="#800080"&gt;O que eu tenho n&amp;#227;o me pertence, embora fa&amp;#231;a parte de mim. Tudo o que sou me foi um dia emprestado pelo Criador para que eu possa dividir com aqueles que entram na minha vida. Ningu&amp;#233;m cruza nosso caminho por acaso e n&amp;#243;s n&amp;#227;o entramos na vida de algu&amp;#233;m sem nenhuma raz&amp;#227;o. H&amp;#225; muito o que dar e o que receber; h&amp;#225; muito o que aprender, com experi&amp;#234;ncias boas ou negativas. &amp;#201; isso... tente ver as coisas negativas que acontecem com voc&amp;#234; como algo que aconteceu por uma raz&amp;#227;o precisa.        &lt;br /&gt;E n&amp;#227;o se lamente pelo ocorrido; al&amp;#233;m de n&amp;#227;o servir de nada reclamar, isso vai te vendar os olhos para continuar seu caminho. Quando n&amp;#227;o conseguimos tirar da cabe&amp;#231;a que algu&amp;#233;m nos feriu, estamos somente reavivando a ferida, tornando-a muitas vezes bem maior do que era no in&amp;#237;cio. Nem sempre as pessoas nos ferem voluntariamente. Muitas vezes somos n&amp;#243;s que nos sentimos feridos e a pessoa nem mesmo percebeu; e nos sentimos decepcionados porque aquela pessoa n&amp;#227;o correspondeu &amp;#224;s nossas expectativas. &amp;#192;s nossas expectativas! E sabemos l&amp;#225; quais eram as suas expectativas? Nos decepcionamos e decepcionamos. Mas, claro, &amp;#233; bem mais f&amp;#225;cil pensar nas coisas que nos atingem. Quando algu&amp;#233;m te disser que te magoou sem inten&amp;#231;&amp;#227;o, acredite nela! Vai te fazer bem. Assim, talvez, ela poder&amp;#225; entender quando voc&amp;#234;, sinceramente, disser que &amp;quot;foi sem querer&amp;quot;. D&amp;#234; de voc&amp;#234; mesmo o quanto puder!         &lt;br /&gt;Sabe, quando voc&amp;#234; se for, a &amp;#250;nica coisa que vai deixar &amp;#233; a lembran&amp;#231;a do que fez aqui. Seja bom, tente dar sempre o primeiro passo, nunca negue uma ajuda ao seu alcance, perdoe e d&amp;#234; de voc&amp;#234; mesmo.         &lt;br /&gt;***Deus n&amp;#227;o vem em pessoa para aben&amp;#231;oar, Ele usa os que est&amp;#227;o aqui dispostos a cumprir essa miss&amp;#227;o.         &lt;br /&gt;***Todos n&amp;#243;s podemos ser Anjos. A eternidade est&amp;#225; nas m&amp;#227;os de todos n&amp;#243;s. Viva de maneira que quando voc&amp;#234; se for, muito de voc&amp;#234; ainda fique naqueles que tiveram a boa ventura de te encontrar.         &lt;br /&gt;...reflitam...&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8185844259019186689-7742013679737759732?l=mirthesitaliano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirthesitaliano.blogspot.com/feeds/7742013679737759732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8185844259019186689&amp;postID=7742013679737759732' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8185844259019186689/posts/default/7742013679737759732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8185844259019186689/posts/default/7742013679737759732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirthesitaliano.blogspot.com/2008/03/reflitam.html' title='Reflitam...'/><author><name>Bombomzinho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11731471574370236575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_OfZeXKsW7XE/R_T1m9YZBVI/AAAAAAAAAWk/2SCXoaSIlJw/S220/mi1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8185844259019186689.post-58416822119169982</id><published>2008-03-03T10:35:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-03T10:36:53.781-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Show de Netinho! Melhores momentos!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;img height="358" alt="" src="http://images.orkut.com/orkut/albums2/ATgAAADAJFCCODpG5TyoqzKKQaj9E1zi6GweyZPF0zjRuz40Sou5NNrxgpHe-dHVwF3CYWg0K0oCY46Hsp-DLS-hTas2AJtU9VAse3gomtAP4hcx6xVQdoL-0II1Gw.jpg" width="458" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Eu e Leia! So faltou Lilian e Fernanda! =)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8185844259019186689-58416822119169982?l=mirthesitaliano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirthesitaliano.blogspot.com/feeds/58416822119169982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8185844259019186689&amp;postID=58416822119169982' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8185844259019186689/posts/default/58416822119169982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8185844259019186689/posts/default/58416822119169982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirthesitaliano.blogspot.com/2008/03/mais-uma-show-de-netinho.html' title='Show de Netinho! Melhores momentos!'/><author><name>Bombomzinho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11731471574370236575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_OfZeXKsW7XE/R_T1m9YZBVI/AAAAAAAAAWk/2SCXoaSIlJw/S220/mi1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8185844259019186689.post-1921193250266740089</id><published>2008-03-03T10:33:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-03T10:33:14.898-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Show Netinho!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;img height="406" alt="" src="http://images.orkut.com/orkut/albums2/ATgAAAA-qAVc2yQmAX1v7O8iz9cVfK0ED3SF9MmW6kYOYvKPeYqv86bKGsnUlop66U0WYv5ft67m4bIhal1sTV4I0oUWAJtU9VAzk6WmyVYMTnSEUUZGQE0HeO9NAA.jpg" width="540" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;Peixinhossss... SmoOOoches! &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8185844259019186689-1921193250266740089?l=mirthesitaliano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirthesitaliano.blogspot.com/feeds/1921193250266740089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8185844259019186689&amp;postID=1921193250266740089' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8185844259019186689/posts/default/1921193250266740089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8185844259019186689/posts/default/1921193250266740089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirthesitaliano.blogspot.com/2008/03/show-netinho.html' title='Show Netinho!'/><author><name>Bombomzinho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11731471574370236575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_OfZeXKsW7XE/R_T1m9YZBVI/AAAAAAAAAWk/2SCXoaSIlJw/S220/mi1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8185844259019186689.post-5679414174615918484</id><published>2008-03-03T10:29:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-03T10:30:54.162-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Show de Netinho!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;img height="370" alt="" src="http://images.orkut.com/orkut/albums2/ATgAAABN4MCWONH_ABRj5DmjDjVGB2HSZ5NTw_QKqz387fBHfzGEjKkDnEOCKR9ll_fybBfWvNfvltCvBHItw3uNjq5ZAJtU9VB-8qSsP-bbNgOfcVxWnEfsoylcCQ.jpg" width="465" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Olha Nos 4!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8185844259019186689-5679414174615918484?l=mirthesitaliano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirthesitaliano.blogspot.com/feeds/5679414174615918484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8185844259019186689&amp;postID=5679414174615918484' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8185844259019186689/posts/default/5679414174615918484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8185844259019186689/posts/default/5679414174615918484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirthesitaliano.blogspot.com/2008/03/show-de-netinho.html' title='Show de Netinho!!!'/><author><name>Bombomzinho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11731471574370236575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_OfZeXKsW7XE/R_T1m9YZBVI/AAAAAAAAAWk/2SCXoaSIlJw/S220/mi1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8185844259019186689.post-39729478261987102</id><published>2008-03-03T10:19:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-03T10:27:48.496-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mel!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.orkut.com/AlbumZoom.aspx?uid=1260464302388611361&amp;amp;pid=1200933932582&amp;amp;aid=1200908579"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img1.orkut.com/images/milieu/1200908579/1200933932582/3290529/Z1g0vifd.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.orkut.com/AlbumZoom.aspx?uid=1260464302388611361&amp;amp;pid=1200933932582&amp;amp;aid=1200908579&amp;amp;p=0"&gt;Minha MEL! Awesome!!!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8185844259019186689-39729478261987102?l=mirthesitaliano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirthesitaliano.blogspot.com/feeds/39729478261987102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8185844259019186689&amp;postID=39729478261987102' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8185844259019186689/posts/default/39729478261987102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8185844259019186689/posts/default/39729478261987102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirthesitaliano.blogspot.com/2008/03/windows-live-services.html' title='Mel!'/><author><name>Bombomzinho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11731471574370236575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_OfZeXKsW7XE/R_T1m9YZBVI/AAAAAAAAAWk/2SCXoaSIlJw/S220/mi1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8185844259019186689.post-7152525057229314006</id><published>2008-02-29T10:22:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-29T10:22:25.784-08:00</updated><title type='text'>orkut - My scrapbook</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;blockquote&gt;   &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160; &lt;a href="http://www.orkut.com/Profile.aspx?uid=2041967520656640773"&gt;&lt;img title="Karina Italiano" alt="" src="http://img1.orkut.com/images/small/1202707834/6119141.jpg" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;h5&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.orkut.com/Profile.aspx?uid=2041967520656640773"&gt;Karina&lt;/a&gt;: &lt;/h5&gt;    &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;#201; FODA       &lt;br /&gt;Quando vc est&amp;#225; dormindo e algu&amp;#233;m pergunta:        &lt;br /&gt;- T&amp;#225; dormindo ?        &lt;br /&gt;- N&amp;#227;o, treinando para morrer!        &lt;br /&gt;Quando voc&amp;#234; leva um aparelho eletronico para a manuten&amp;#231;&amp;#227;o        &lt;br /&gt;e o tecnico pergunta !        &lt;br /&gt;- T&amp;#225; com defeito ?        &lt;br /&gt;- N&amp;#227;o &amp;#233; que ele estava cansado de ficar em casa e eu o trouxe para        &lt;br /&gt;passear.        &lt;br /&gt;- Vai sair nesta chuva ???        &lt;br /&gt;- N&amp;#227;o, vou sair na pr&amp;#243;xima...        &lt;br /&gt;Quando voc&amp;#234; acaba de levantar vem 1 idiota e pergunta:        &lt;br /&gt;- Acordou ?        &lt;br /&gt;- N&amp;#227;o.. Sou son&amp;#226;mbulo !        &lt;br /&gt;Seu amigo liga para sua casa e pergunta:        &lt;br /&gt;- Onde voc&amp;#234; est&amp;#225; ?        &lt;br /&gt;- No P&amp;#243;lo Norte ! Um furac&amp;#227;o levou a minha casa pra l&amp;#225; !        &lt;br /&gt;Voc&amp;#234; acaba de tomar banho e algu&amp;#233;m pergunta:        &lt;br /&gt;- Voc&amp;#234; tomou banho ?        &lt;br /&gt;- N&amp;#227;o! Dei um mergulho no vaso sanit&amp;#225;rio !        &lt;br /&gt;Voc&amp;#234; est&amp;#225; pescando quando algu&amp;#233;m passa e pergunta:        &lt;br /&gt;- Voc&amp;#234; pescou todos esses peixes ?        &lt;br /&gt;- N&amp;#227;o!Esses s&amp;#227;o peixes suicidas que se atiraram no balde!        &lt;br /&gt;Voc&amp;#234; est&amp;#225; no caixa e tira um tal&amp;#227;o de cheque e o caixa pergunta:        &lt;br /&gt;-Vai pagar em cheque?        &lt;br /&gt;-N&amp;#227;o! Vou escrever um poema        &lt;br /&gt;KKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8185844259019186689-7152525057229314006?l=mirthesitaliano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirthesitaliano.blogspot.com/feeds/7152525057229314006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8185844259019186689&amp;postID=7152525057229314006' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8185844259019186689/posts/default/7152525057229314006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8185844259019186689/posts/default/7152525057229314006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirthesitaliano.blogspot.com/2008/02/orkut-my-scrapbook.html' title='orkut - My scrapbook'/><author><name>Bombomzinho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11731471574370236575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_OfZeXKsW7XE/R_T1m9YZBVI/AAAAAAAAAWk/2SCXoaSIlJw/S220/mi1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8185844259019186689.post-8007131268341792003</id><published>2007-12-13T09:44:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-13T09:51:08.393-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Merry Christmas!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Lhes deixo com a foto do meu sobrinho lindo!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/&lt;a%20target="&gt;&lt;img title="Host unlimited photos at slide.com for FREE!" alt="Host unlimited photos at slide.com for FREE!" src="http://widget.slide.com/rdr/0/1/2/S/300000014a9fe9f/0/0/5Ifi7m_oyDNzwnYJdI1eVXOXEmJziLEKw4DAw9Qj1qHHZyJ-E9uBawhAKtXKdsOdkMJ95-rIEAVa7K6xYZwARnr5RWfTgyvuPM3J/UcnsDl3o3oKBSSW9be7z9jhnurWTGq7cvQTGHfrJgWgNT1Y6tQ.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8185844259019186689-8007131268341792003?l=mirthesitaliano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirthesitaliano.blogspot.com/feeds/8007131268341792003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8185844259019186689&amp;postID=8007131268341792003' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8185844259019186689/posts/default/8007131268341792003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8185844259019186689/posts/default/8007131268341792003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirthesitaliano.blogspot.com/2007/12/merry-christmas-lhes-deixo-com-foto-do.html' title=''/><author><name>Bombomzinho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11731471574370236575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_OfZeXKsW7XE/R_T1m9YZBVI/AAAAAAAAAWk/2SCXoaSIlJw/S220/mi1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8185844259019186689.post-3873862742110410716</id><published>2007-12-12T10:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-12T10:54:01.486-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Oi gente! Fazia um tempinho que eu nao entrava aqui nem aparecia ne?!?! Ando muito ocupada, correria danada, vida aqui nessa America nao facil!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Vou desabafar...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ando tendo problemas dores de cabeca... O pai da minha filha me deixa doida... para quem nao sabe sou mae solteira e o pai da Ana-Carolina e um irresponsavel que isso eu NAO tenho vergonha de dizer mesmo!!! Enfim... O pai da Anna-Carolina me deixa nervosa eu trabalho o ia todo acordo as 7 da manha dou cafe da manha para ela, arrumo ela, dou comida, faco janta... festas na escola eu sempre vou! ele?! NUCA foi!!! Sempre chamei... O pai dela nao e capaz nem de dar um telefonema nem para dar um OI!!! ra a MERRECA de dinheiro que ele me da por semana... que nao da para nada... e ainda por cima foge, nao atede telefonemas...logicamente eu cobro ne! E de direito meu!!! e responsabilidade dele, ele tem que dar sem reclamar!!! E quando eu consigo a merreca ele me da com muito custo! Ja nao aguento mais!!! E fala q fico numa choradeira por ficar pedino o dinheiro q eh de direito meu e responsabilidade dele! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Que minha filha leia isso um dia... Lhes deixo com uma foto minha e dela!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Obrigada Folks!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143161575399075970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_OfZeXKsW7XE/R2AuNAQZsII/AAAAAAAAAKk/6uWJ7uhY_ZI/s320/annamom2006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8185844259019186689-3873862742110410716?l=mirthesitaliano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirthesitaliano.blogspot.com/feeds/3873862742110410716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8185844259019186689&amp;postID=3873862742110410716' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8185844259019186689/posts/default/3873862742110410716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8185844259019186689/posts/default/3873862742110410716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirthesitaliano.blogspot.com/2007/12/oi-gente-fazia-um-tempinho-que-eu-nao.html' title=''/><author><name>Bombomzinho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11731471574370236575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_OfZeXKsW7XE/R_T1m9YZBVI/AAAAAAAAAWk/2SCXoaSIlJw/S220/mi1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_OfZeXKsW7XE/R2AuNAQZsII/AAAAAAAAAKk/6uWJ7uhY_ZI/s72-c/annamom2006.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8185844259019186689.post-5271117747963597919</id><published>2007-10-01T10:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-01T10:54:36.948-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey Buddies...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.addemoticons.com/gif/a/addemoticons95.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 45px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 56px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="551" alt="" src="http://www.addemoticons.com/gif/a/addemoticons95.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Hey buddies, how have you been…? Okay, here I go….when someone throws a stone at you react as you will, but when someone throws love at you, hold on, sit down and think… you know why?! love hurts more than stone. I am throwing love at you for a while now… ever sat down to think about it….ha! that's your Moment of Zen this week…now hop on… &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 47px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 40px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="87" alt="" src="http://www.addemoticons.com/emoticon/love2/AddEmoticons10345.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&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/8185844259019186689-5271117747963597919?l=mirthesitaliano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirthesitaliano.blogspot.com/feeds/5271117747963597919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8185844259019186689&amp;postID=5271117747963597919' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8185844259019186689/posts/default/5271117747963597919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8185844259019186689/posts/default/5271117747963597919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirthesitaliano.blogspot.com/2007/10/hey-buddies.html' title='Hey Buddies...'/><author><name>Bombomzinho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11731471574370236575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_OfZeXKsW7XE/R_T1m9YZBVI/AAAAAAAAAWk/2SCXoaSIlJw/S220/mi1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8185844259019186689.post-1955866324012166798</id><published>2007-08-30T08:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-30T09:04:18.383-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_OfZeXKsW7XE/Rtbp_tUwJCI/AAAAAAAAADo/GPpBCSUKBpY/s1600-h/fim.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104524508378702882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_OfZeXKsW7XE/Rtbp_tUwJCI/AAAAAAAAADo/GPpBCSUKBpY/s320/fim.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Poxa... Acho que passou da hora de escrever por aqui, né? Até que eu ainda não consegui esquecer meu username e meu password!!! haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Tô com algumas coisas estranhas na minha cabeça... Mas também não tô afim de encher o saco de vocês! Prometo que vou procurar something legal e vou escrever algo que preste por aqui! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Saturday is on the way...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Fui...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bloguinhodamaripena.blogger.com.br/fim.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8185844259019186689-1955866324012166798?l=mirthesitaliano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirthesitaliano.blogspot.com/feeds/1955866324012166798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8185844259019186689&amp;postID=1955866324012166798' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8185844259019186689/posts/default/1955866324012166798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8185844259019186689/posts/default/1955866324012166798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirthesitaliano.blogspot.com/2007/08/poxa.html' title=''/><author><name>Bombomzinho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11731471574370236575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_OfZeXKsW7XE/R_T1m9YZBVI/AAAAAAAAAWk/2SCXoaSIlJw/S220/mi1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_OfZeXKsW7XE/Rtbp_tUwJCI/AAAAAAAAADo/GPpBCSUKBpY/s72-c/fim.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8185844259019186689.post-6855577346946760290</id><published>2007-08-30T08:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-30T08:52:57.394-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_OfZeXKsW7XE/Rtbmm9UwJBI/AAAAAAAAADg/aPTSdJdWwxs/s1600-h/MIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104520784642057234" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_OfZeXKsW7XE/Rtbmm9UwJBI/AAAAAAAAADg/aPTSdJdWwxs/s320/MIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Reverência ao Destino... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;F&lt;/span&gt;alar é completamente fácil, quando se tem palavras em mente que expressem sua opinião. Difícil é expressar por gestos e atitudes o que realmente queremos dizer,o quanto queremos dizer, antes que a pessoa se vá. Fácil é julgar pessoas que estão sendo expostas pelas circunstâncias. Difícil é encontrar e refletir sobre os seus erros, ou tentar fazer diferente algo que já fez muito errado. Fácil é ser colega, fazer companhia a alguém, dizer o que ele deseja ouvir. Difícil é ser amigo para todas as horas e dizer sempre a verdade quando for preciso.E com confiança no que diz. Fácil é analisar a situação alheia e poder aconselhar sobre esta situação. Difícil é vivenciar esta situação e saber o que fazer. Ou ter coragem pra fazer. Fácil é demonstrar raiva e impaciência quando algo o deixa irritado. Difícil é expressar o seu amor a alguém que realmente te conhece, te respeita e te entende. E é assim que perdemos pessoas especiais. Fácil é mentir aos quatro ventos o que tentamos camuflar.Difícil é mentir para o nosso coração. Fácil é ver o que queremos enxergar. Difícil é saber que nos iludimos com o que achávamos ter visto. Admitir que nos deixamos levar, mais uma vez, isso é difícil. Fácil é dizer "oi" ou "como vai?" Difícil é dizer "adeus". Principalmente quando somos culpados pela partida de alguém de nossas vidas... Fácil é abraçar, apertar as mãos, beijar de olhos fechados. Difícil é sentir a energia que é transmitida. Aquela que toma conta do corpo como uma corrente elétrica quando tocamos a pessoa certa. Fácil é querer ser amado. Difícil é amar completamente só. Amar de verdade, sem ter medo de viver, sem ter medo do depois. Amar e se entregar. E aprender a dar valor somente a quem te ama. Fácil é ouvir a música que toca. Difícil é ouvir a sua consciência. Acenando o tempo todo, mostrando nossas escolhas erradas. Fácil é ditar regras. Difícil é seguí-las. Ter a noção exata de nossas próprias vidas, ao invés de ter noção das vidas dos outros. Fácil é perguntar o que deseja saber. Difícil é estar preparado para escutar esta resposta. Ou querer entender a resposta. Fácil é chorar ou sorrir quando der vontade. Difícil é sorrir com vontade de chorar ou chorar de rir, de alegria.. Fácil é dar um beijo. Difícil é entregar a alma. Sinceramente, por inteiro. Fácil é sair com várias pessoas ao longo da vida. Difícil é entender que pouquíssimas delas vão te aceitar como você é e te fazer feliz por inteiro. Fácil é ocupar um lugar na caderneta telefônica. Difícil é ocupar o coração de alguém. Saber que se é realmente amado. Fácil é sonhar todas as noites. Difícil é lutar por um sonho. Eterno, é tudo aquilo que dura uma fração de segundo, mas com tamanha intensidade, que se petrifica, e nenhuma força jamais o resgata. &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;u&gt;(Carlos Drummond de Andrade) &lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_OfZeXKsW7XE/Rtbmm9UwJBI/AAAAAAAAADg/aPTSdJdWwxs/s1600-h/MIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8185844259019186689-6855577346946760290?l=mirthesitaliano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirthesitaliano.blogspot.com/feeds/6855577346946760290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8185844259019186689&amp;postID=6855577346946760290' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8185844259019186689/posts/default/6855577346946760290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8185844259019186689/posts/default/6855577346946760290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirthesitaliano.blogspot.com/2007/08/reverncia-ao-destino.html' title=''/><author><name>Bombomzinho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11731471574370236575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_OfZeXKsW7XE/R_T1m9YZBVI/AAAAAAAAAWk/2SCXoaSIlJw/S220/mi1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_OfZeXKsW7XE/Rtbmm9UwJBI/AAAAAAAAADg/aPTSdJdWwxs/s72-c/MIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8185844259019186689.post-4472230559528597157</id><published>2007-08-30T08:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-30T08:43:11.705-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nasceu!!! é Menino!!! It's a BOY!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_OfZeXKsW7XE/RtblBNUwI_I/AAAAAAAAADQ/XZ7VK9mbxh4/s1600-h/ETHANUMANJO.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104519036590367730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_OfZeXKsW7XE/RtblBNUwI_I/AAAAAAAAADQ/XZ7VK9mbxh4/s320/ETHANUMANJO.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;**Ethan Josiah Italiano Maciel** &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;nasceu!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Dia 20 de Agosto de 2007!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;de parto cesaria!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Welcome to the WORLD!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&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/8185844259019186689-4472230559528597157?l=mirthesitaliano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirthesitaliano.blogspot.com/feeds/4472230559528597157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8185844259019186689&amp;postID=4472230559528597157' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8185844259019186689/posts/default/4472230559528597157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8185844259019186689/posts/default/4472230559528597157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirthesitaliano.blogspot.com/2007/08/nasceu-menino-its-boy.html' title='Nasceu!!! é Menino!!! It&apos;s a BOY!'/><author><name>Bombomzinho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11731471574370236575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_OfZeXKsW7XE/R_T1m9YZBVI/AAAAAAAAAWk/2SCXoaSIlJw/S220/mi1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_OfZeXKsW7XE/RtblBNUwI_I/AAAAAAAAADQ/XZ7VK9mbxh4/s72-c/ETHANUMANJO.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8185844259019186689.post-7187693357850247615</id><published>2007-08-16T21:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-16T21:56:29.821-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Se um dia...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.eporfalaremamor.blogger.com.br/AMIZADE10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.eporfalaremamor.blogger.com.br/AMIZADE10.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8185844259019186689-7187693357850247615?l=mirthesitaliano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirthesitaliano.blogspot.com/feeds/7187693357850247615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8185844259019186689&amp;postID=7187693357850247615' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8185844259019186689/posts/default/7187693357850247615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8185844259019186689/posts/default/7187693357850247615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirthesitaliano.blogspot.com/2007/08/se-um-dia.html' title='Se um dia...'/><author><name>Bombomzinho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11731471574370236575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_OfZeXKsW7XE/R_T1m9YZBVI/AAAAAAAAAWk/2SCXoaSIlJw/S220/mi1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8185844259019186689.post-31168197751929870</id><published>2007-08-10T17:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-10T17:16:44.342-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Foto nova...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_OfZeXKsW7XE/Rrz_kh8jryI/AAAAAAAAABg/8u5bZqkeec4/s1600-h/MIcafemineirosozinha.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_OfZeXKsW7XE/Rrz_kh8jryI/AAAAAAAAABg/8u5bZqkeec4/s320/MIcafemineirosozinha.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097229881329299234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8185844259019186689-31168197751929870?l=mirthesitaliano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirthesitaliano.blogspot.com/feeds/31168197751929870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8185844259019186689&amp;postID=31168197751929870' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8185844259019186689/posts/default/31168197751929870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8185844259019186689/posts/default/31168197751929870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirthesitaliano.blogspot.com/2007/08/foto-nova.html' title='Foto nova...'/><author><name>Bombomzinho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11731471574370236575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_OfZeXKsW7XE/R_T1m9YZBVI/AAAAAAAAAWk/2SCXoaSIlJw/S220/mi1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_OfZeXKsW7XE/Rrz_kh8jryI/AAAAAAAAABg/8u5bZqkeec4/s72-c/MIcafemineirosozinha.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8185844259019186689.post-3373975390135330874</id><published>2007-08-10T16:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-10T16:56:53.163-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fernanda!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_OfZeXKsW7XE/Rrz7Kx8jrxI/AAAAAAAAABY/hUsXzBNC204/s1600-h/MiFe.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_OfZeXKsW7XE/Rrz7Kx8jrxI/AAAAAAAAABY/hUsXzBNC204/s320/MiFe.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097225040901156626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Espaco dedicado a minha mais Linda, eterna amiga…&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Voce foi, é e sempre sera minha melhor amiga! Por que vc faz parte da minha VIDA! Ouviuuuu abelha rainha??? Oxe!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Mirthes Italiano&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8185844259019186689-3373975390135330874?l=mirthesitaliano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirthesitaliano.blogspot.com/feeds/3373975390135330874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8185844259019186689&amp;postID=3373975390135330874' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8185844259019186689/posts/default/3373975390135330874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8185844259019186689/posts/default/3373975390135330874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirthesitaliano.blogspot.com/2007/08/fernanda.html' title='Fernanda!!!'/><author><name>Bombomzinho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11731471574370236575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_OfZeXKsW7XE/R_T1m9YZBVI/AAAAAAAAAWk/2SCXoaSIlJw/S220/mi1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_OfZeXKsW7XE/Rrz7Kx8jrxI/AAAAAAAAABY/hUsXzBNC204/s72-c/MiFe.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8185844259019186689.post-5445230505342494003</id><published>2007-08-10T16:43:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-10T16:50:44.838-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Meu Níver!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_OfZeXKsW7XE/Rrz5xB8jrwI/AAAAAAAAABQ/OS7wi1ba73Q/s1600-h/collage2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_OfZeXKsW7XE/Rrz5xB8jrwI/AAAAAAAAABQ/OS7wi1ba73Q/s320/collage2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097223499007897346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0); text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Meu níver!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0); text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Meu niver foi dia 26 de Julho com direito a festa surpresa porém meio que estragada por uma amiga… haha mas tudo bem, o importante é ser feliz!!!!!!!!!!! Fazer feliz quem está ao&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;meu redor e ser eu mesma… Deus queira que eu nunca mude meu jeito se ser… rs. Por mais cassetadas q eu leve na vida, sempre serei a mesma de sempre… não consigo mudar nem ser mais esperta que os outros… Isso faz parte né… cada um com seu caráter!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0); text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Bom voltando ao assunto… meu níver… Rodrigo chegou com um bolo enorme lindo sabor, sabor, sabor?? Arram… vamos verrrrr, meu preferido PRESTIGIO! Haha nossa q coisa bôôôa ´Sô` &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;como&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; dizem os mineiros… Obrigada amigos q compareceram ao meu niver… e familiars… q mesmo distante me mandaram scraps pelo orkut! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0); text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Amo todos…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0); text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Pai, mãe, presente espiritualmente… Irmãs, sobrinhos, minha vida que é minha FILHA… que sem ela nao sou ninguém… e meu namorado mais lindo e mais atencioso de todos! Obrigada pelo presente&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; LINDO&lt;/span&gt; e pelo esforco em me fazer uma festa Linda!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0); text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0); text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Até a proxima aventura…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0); text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;                                                &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Mirthes Italiano.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8185844259019186689-5445230505342494003?l=mirthesitaliano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirthesitaliano.blogspot.com/feeds/5445230505342494003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8185844259019186689&amp;postID=5445230505342494003' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8185844259019186689/posts/default/5445230505342494003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8185844259019186689/posts/default/5445230505342494003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirthesitaliano.blogspot.com/2007/08/meu-nver.html' title='Meu Níver!!!'/><author><name>Bombomzinho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11731471574370236575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_OfZeXKsW7XE/R_T1m9YZBVI/AAAAAAAAAWk/2SCXoaSIlJw/S220/mi1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_OfZeXKsW7XE/Rrz5xB8jrwI/AAAAAAAAABQ/OS7wi1ba73Q/s72-c/collage2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8185844259019186689.post-3693412534997739441</id><published>2007-08-10T16:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-10T16:43:23.557-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome myself BACK!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_OfZeXKsW7XE/Rrzyax8jrvI/AAAAAAAAABI/NNi5zyb0dZE/s1600-h/CIMG0560.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_OfZeXKsW7XE/Rrzyax8jrvI/AAAAAAAAABI/NNi5zyb0dZE/s320/CIMG0560.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097215420174413554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Q&lt;/span&gt;ueridos amigos que visitam meu blog… Faz um bom, bom tempo que não venho aqui desabafar um pouco, falar de mim, das minhas aventuras… falando nisso, deixa eu te contra? Minhas aventuras? Rs...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bom, confesso que minha ausencia foi por uma justa, boa causa!!! Estou namorando depois de algum tempo de uma decepcao… Estou muit, muito, muito feliz… Tenho certeza q encontrei um cara BOM! Hahaha… Ele se chama Rodrigo Consul e tem 27 anos! Definitivamente um presente de Deus! Agradeco a Deus por ter colocado Rodrigo na minha vida… Num vou nem falar muito aqui pra nao estragar ne… Olho gordo é FUEDA! Rs… &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nesses ultimos meses foi niver do Rô… niver da Luly (filha) meu niver e niver de Karina (irma)... Nossa to ficando velha… minha filha completou 7 anos, e eu hunf! 30! Triiiinta e Liiinda! Hahaha &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Agradeco a Deus pela minha vida, por tudo que eu almegei pela minha familia, amizades que construí com meu jeito de ser… pelas minhas irmas, sobrinhos, filha, Pai, mãe, mesmo que ausente fisicamente, Agradeco a Deus ate mesmo pelos meus fracassos, derrotas, conquistas e até mesmo pelas vááááááááárias portas que se fecharam na minha cara! Rs. Pois Deus tem um futuro pomissor pra mim, um futuro brilhante e um proposito muito bom pra mim!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Obrigado meu Deus, pai celestial!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Amo meus amore, Pai, mãe, presente espiritualmente! Irmãs, amigos, Rodrigo até mesmo a Paris nossa mais nova gatinha llinda e manhosa… porem Super, super fashion!!! Rs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Obrigada pela atenção…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ate a proxima aventura,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;                                                   &lt;br /&gt;                                          &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Mirthes Italiano&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8185844259019186689-3693412534997739441?l=mirthesitaliano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirthesitaliano.blogspot.com/feeds/3693412534997739441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8185844259019186689&amp;postID=3693412534997739441' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8185844259019186689/posts/default/3693412534997739441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8185844259019186689/posts/default/3693412534997739441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirthesitaliano.blogspot.com/2007/08/welcome-myself-back.html' title='Welcome myself BACK!!!'/><author><name>Bombomzinho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11731471574370236575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_OfZeXKsW7XE/R_T1m9YZBVI/AAAAAAAAAWk/2SCXoaSIlJw/S220/mi1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_OfZeXKsW7XE/Rrzyax8jrvI/AAAAAAAAABI/NNi5zyb0dZE/s72-c/CIMG0560.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8185844259019186689.post-6949195038471890556</id><published>2007-04-23T10:06:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-23T10:06:57.130-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fcr4-ZTH5lU"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8185844259019186689-6949195038471890556?l=mirthesitaliano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirthesitaliano.blogspot.com/feeds/6949195038471890556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8185844259019186689&amp;postID=6949195038471890556' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8185844259019186689/posts/default/6949195038471890556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8185844259019186689/posts/default/6949195038471890556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirthesitaliano.blogspot.com/2007/04/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Bombomzinho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11731471574370236575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_OfZeXKsW7XE/R_T1m9YZBVI/AAAAAAAAAWk/2SCXoaSIlJw/S220/mi1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8185844259019186689.post-6399892434443340168</id><published>2007-04-23T10:05:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-23T10:05:57.490-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fcr4-ZTH5lU"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fcr4-ZTH5lU" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8185844259019186689-6399892434443340168?l=mirthesitaliano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirthesitaliano.blogspot.com/feeds/6399892434443340168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8185844259019186689&amp;postID=6399892434443340168' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8185844259019186689/posts/default/6399892434443340168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8185844259019186689/posts/default/6399892434443340168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirthesitaliano.blogspot.com/2007/04/httpwww.html' title=''/><author><name>Bombomzinho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11731471574370236575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_OfZeXKsW7XE/R_T1m9YZBVI/AAAAAAAAAWk/2SCXoaSIlJw/S220/mi1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8185844259019186689.post-8304497408862725976</id><published>2007-04-23T07:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-23T07:37:27.542-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Descobri...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ola!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Faz tempo q nao escrevo aqui no meu BLOG! Mas here I am!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;DESCOBRI QUE O MAIOR AMOR DO MUNDO É O QUE SINTO POR MINHA FILHA...DESCOBRI QUE A CADA DIA ME AMO UM POUCO MAIS...DESCOBRI QUE A MAIOR REALIZAÇÃO DA MINHA VIDA É FAZER A MINHA FILHA SORRIR...DESCOBRI QUE NADA É IMPOSSÍVEL PARA QUEM ACREDITA EM DEUS...DESCOBRI QUE A VIDA SE TORNA MARAVILHOSA QUANDO SE TEM UM GRANDE AMOR!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&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 align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;A música do Charlie Brown me define bem:" Ela não é o tipo de mulher que se entrega na primeiraMas melhora na segunda e o paraíso é na terceiraEla tem força, ela tem sensibilidade, ela é guerreiraEla é uma deusa, ela é mulher de verdadeEla é daquelas que tu gosta na primeiraSe apaixona na segunda e perde a linha na terceiraEla é discreta e cultua bons livros e ama os animais..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056632460126338434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_OfZeXKsW7XE/RizEbmmKPYI/AAAAAAAAABA/BAOrEhiqoK0/s200/luna.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&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/8185844259019186689-8304497408862725976?l=mirthesitaliano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirthesitaliano.blogspot.com/feeds/8304497408862725976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8185844259019186689&amp;postID=8304497408862725976' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8185844259019186689/posts/default/8304497408862725976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8185844259019186689/posts/default/8304497408862725976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirthesitaliano.blogspot.com/2007/04/descobri.html' title='Descobri...'/><author><name>Bombomzinho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11731471574370236575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_OfZeXKsW7XE/R_T1m9YZBVI/AAAAAAAAAWk/2SCXoaSIlJw/S220/mi1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_OfZeXKsW7XE/RizEbmmKPYI/AAAAAAAAABA/BAOrEhiqoK0/s72-c/luna.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8185844259019186689.post-2081228937321676278</id><published>2007-01-20T08:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-20T08:58:26.350-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Meu mundinho cor-de-rosa</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_OfZeXKsW7XE/RbJGZHb8BKI/AAAAAAAAAAY/UZC_kMtYqkw/s1600-h/aaaaboneca.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_OfZeXKsW7XE/RbJGZHb8BKI/AAAAAAAAAAY/UZC_kMtYqkw/s200/aaaaboneca.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5022153931778426018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Sempre me dizem q eu vivo em um MUNDINHO COR-DE-ROSA ...rs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Isso pq eu sempre acreditava muito nas pessoas, achando q todos queriam o bem dos outros.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Eu era uma adolescente e sofrí um bocado ainda sofro... quando descobrí que as coisas não eram bem assim...&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;COR DE ROSA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Mas, eu continuo acreditando no meu &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;MUNDINHO&lt;/span&gt;, por mais q a realidade me mostre o contrário, eu sei que, assim como eu, existem pessoas q só querem o bem das outras; independente de quem estas sejam...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_OfZeXKsW7XE/RbJG43b8BLI/AAAAAAAAAAg/XN-itebeBng/s1600-h/aaaaboneca.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_OfZeXKsW7XE/RbJG43b8BLI/AAAAAAAAAAg/XN-itebeBng/s200/aaaaboneca.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5022154477239272626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="f"&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Realmente, só podemos decidir o&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);" &gt;AGORA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;, o&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0099;"&gt;HOJE&lt;/span&gt;;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt; e olhe lá!....rs Claro q esperamos ver o nascer do próximo dia; do contrário , de nada adiantaria acreditar na VIDA, mas o &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0099;"&gt;AMANHÃ&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;é incerto e, no fundo, todos sabemos disso.Eu decidí ser feliz &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);" &gt;HOJE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;, agradeçer a Deus pela vida q eu tenho, pela perfeição do meu corpo, por ter  minhas irmãs, por meu pai, por ter a Anna-Carolina em minha vida, minhas amizades....Percebí q, graças à Deus, eu só tenho à agradeçer e nada à lamentar. Isso é &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0099;"&gt;F&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" &gt;E&lt;span style="color:#0066ff;"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99cc;"&gt;C&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993366;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ccff;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff00cc;"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;E &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Espero, do fundo do meu coração, q o mesmo possa aconteçer com vc, q veio me visitar hj...Qto ao&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0099;"&gt;AMANHÃ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);" &gt;....depois eu penso nisso...rs E agradeço à Deus por tudo....novamente!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8185844259019186689-2081228937321676278?l=mirthesitaliano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirthesitaliano.blogspot.com/feeds/2081228937321676278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8185844259019186689&amp;postID=2081228937321676278' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8185844259019186689/posts/default/2081228937321676278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8185844259019186689/posts/default/2081228937321676278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirthesitaliano.blogspot.com/2007/01/meu-mundinho-cor-de-rosa.html' title='Meu mundinho cor-de-rosa'/><author><name>Bombomzinho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11731471574370236575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_OfZeXKsW7XE/R_T1m9YZBVI/AAAAAAAAAWk/2SCXoaSIlJw/S220/mi1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_OfZeXKsW7XE/RbJGZHb8BKI/AAAAAAAAAAY/UZC_kMtYqkw/s72-c/aaaaboneca.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8185844259019186689.post-8313881592178622441</id><published>2007-01-12T21:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-08-10T16:59:06.791-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;REFLEXÃO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;U&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;m dia, um velhinho foi a uma de suas consultas periódicas ao médico, só que desta vez um pouco apressado. O médico então lhe perguntou: - Pq a pressa? e ele respondeu: - Todos os dias neste horário vou visitar minha esposa que está num asilo. E o médico comentou: - Que bacana! Então vcs matam as saudades, batem papo, namoram um pouquinho!! E o velhinho diz: - Não! Ela não me reconhece mais, por causa de sua doença. O médico surpreso então pergunta: - Mas pq então tanta pressa para vê-la, já que não o reconhece mais? E com um sorriso no rosto, o velhinho responde: - Mas eu a reconheço! Eu sei quem ela é e o que representa na minha vida a tantos anos. Por isso todos os dias eu a reconquisto, como se cada conquista fosse única e verdadeira. Este é o verdadeiro amor....INCONDICIONAL!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;coisa mais linda não é&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8185844259019186689-8313881592178622441?l=mirthesitaliano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirthesitaliano.blogspot.com/feeds/8313881592178622441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8185844259019186689&amp;postID=8313881592178622441' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8185844259019186689/posts/default/8313881592178622441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8185844259019186689/posts/default/8313881592178622441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirthesitaliano.blogspot.com/2007/01/reflexo-u-m-dia-um-velhinho-foi-uma-de.html' title=''/><author><name>Bombomzinho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11731471574370236575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_OfZeXKsW7XE/R_T1m9YZBVI/AAAAAAAAAWk/2SCXoaSIlJw/S220/mi1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8185844259019186689.post-5225058440900249946</id><published>2007-01-09T08:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-09T08:38:48.076-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Direito de ser triste&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;T&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;odo mundo tem o direito de ser triste. Não, eu não errei a última palavra. Vou explicar o por quê.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ninguém tem obrigação de ficar sorrindo 24 horas por dia. Mesmo porque ninguém consegue essa proeza a não ser que esteja com algum problema facial. Eu me considero pessoa relativamente brincalhona quando estou em um meio amigável, mas às vezes também fico séria e como todo ser humano comum também me irrito e me estresso às vezes. Porque ao longo do dia você precisa de um momento de seriedade, no trabalho você precisa ter compostura &lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;[mesmo uma bocó-sem-noção como eu rsrs]&lt;/span&gt; e muitas outras ocasiões merecem certo respeito. Mas já me aconteceu, bem mais que uma vez, de pessoas me questionarem se estou triste ou de mal humor só pelo fato de eu não estar mais "fazendo macaquice". Isso cansa profundamente. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Às vezes me "estresso" com essas pessoas que riem de tudo. É comprovado que ter bom senso de humor é primordial para manter qualidade de vida, mas é deveras frustrante você falar com uma pessoa e ela achar graça de tudo que você fala mesmo quando não está tentando ser cômico. Conversei um dia desses com um conhecido, o qual não falava a muito tempo, via MSN. Tudo o que ele falava ele terminava com um "rs".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;oi&lt;br /&gt;rs&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;num sei&lt;br /&gt;rs&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;tô em casa&lt;br /&gt;rs&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;ontem meu cachorro morreu&lt;br /&gt;rs&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;tchau&lt;br /&gt;rs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Nem precisa dizer que não consegui manter uma conversa por muito tempo com ele. Fiz só o social e logo depois acionei o bloqueio. Acho que vou passar mais um bom tempo sem falar com ele de novo. [rs]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E nos casos quando você está realmente triste e vem alguém pentelhar. Existem pessoas que não gostam de desabafar ou não tem intimidade suficiente com as pessoas mais próximas para fazê-lo. Alguns até apreciam um ombro amigo para chorar e desabar mas outros preferem "curtir a fossa" sozinhos. Deixar o amigo chorar não é sinal de frieza, às vezes esse é o melhor consolo pois guardar choro é deveras prejudicial. O que se pode oferecer de melhor nesses casos também é somente a presença e silêncio. Mas caso o amigo deseja realmente desabafar esteja preparado para ouvir sem julgamentos e pre-conceitos. Nesses casos tenha muito cuidado com os conselhos, pois você está lidando com sentimentos alheios.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E ainda aqueles casos em que você nem está triste, nem estressado, nem nada. É quando vem alguém perguntar se aconteceu alguma coisa, por que está triste, se está doente, se está bem ou qualquer outra pergunta impertinente. Às vezes a pessoa nem tem nada e está apenas em um estado meditativo (como eu disse anteriormente nem todos têm obrigação de estar sorrindo 24 horas por dia) mas somente por esse tipo de comentário acaba absorvendo algo e ficando realmente deprimida. Existe gente realmente impressionável nesse mundo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffccff;"&gt;"Quando você ficar triste&lt;br /&gt;que seja por um dia e não o ano inteiro&lt;br /&gt;e que você descubra que rir é bom&lt;br /&gt;mas que rir de tudo é desespero"&lt;br /&gt;Frejat - Amor Para Recomeçar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Seja alegre quando sentir que precisa ser alegre mas também fique triste quando houver necessidade. A balança sempre precisa pender para os dois lados antes de atingir o equilíbrio.&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/8185844259019186689-5225058440900249946?l=mirthesitaliano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirthesitaliano.blogspot.com/feeds/5225058440900249946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8185844259019186689&amp;postID=5225058440900249946' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8185844259019186689/posts/default/5225058440900249946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8185844259019186689/posts/default/5225058440900249946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirthesitaliano.blogspot.com/2007/01/direito-de-ser-triste-todo-mundo-tem-o.html' title=''/><author><name>Bombomzinho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11731471574370236575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_OfZeXKsW7XE/R_T1m9YZBVI/AAAAAAAAAWk/2SCXoaSIlJw/S220/mi1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8185844259019186689.post-5295403983508599974</id><published>2007-01-08T07:16:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-08-10T17:09:33.553-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Zeze di Camargo &amp; Luciano&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vai, longe muito longe&lt;br /&gt;Vai, nem me diz pra onde&lt;br /&gt;Vai, faz sua vontade&lt;br /&gt;A saudade um dia vai passar&lt;br /&gt;Vai, segue o horizonte&lt;br /&gt;Vai, onde a dor se esconde&lt;br /&gt;Vai, que a felicidade&lt;br /&gt;Deve ser apenas um lugar&lt;br /&gt;Faz, te desfaz, finge que você já não me ama mais&lt;br /&gt;Nada mais, vou ficar olhando as madrugadas&lt;br /&gt;A esperar você voltar;&lt;br /&gt;Não importa o lugar pra onde você for&lt;br /&gt;Eu preciso acreditar que ainda existe o amor da gente, da gente&lt;br /&gt;Não importa quanto tempo eu tenha que esperar&lt;br /&gt;Que o seu coração aprendar a me perdoar pra sempre, pra sempre&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8185844259019186689-5295403983508599974?l=mirthesitaliano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirthesitaliano.blogspot.com/feeds/5295403983508599974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8185844259019186689&amp;postID=5295403983508599974' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8185844259019186689/posts/default/5295403983508599974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8185844259019186689/posts/default/5295403983508599974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirthesitaliano.blogspot.com/2007/01/zeze-di-camargo-luciano-vai-longe-muito.html' title=''/><author><name>Bombomzinho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11731471574370236575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_OfZeXKsW7XE/R_T1m9YZBVI/AAAAAAAAAWk/2SCXoaSIlJw/S220/mi1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8185844259019186689.post-90594103792063391</id><published>2007-01-08T06:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-08T06:25:17.883-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Existe homem alem de sexo? Hunf!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Alguem me da uma luz... Nao pode ser! Quando eu acho que eh esse, nao eh. To cansada dessa brincadeira, ainda mais agora. nao eh o meu momento mais forte. A vida sozinha nao eh facil. Isso pode estar me deixando mais vulneravel, mas como controlar isso? E como saber a quem entregar-se, sem medo? As relacoes sao todas tao superficiais, tao frageis... Existe alguem que va, de verdade, algum dia, conquistar meu corpo e minha alma? To fechada, e nao eh so pra balanco. Ate alguem me balancar vai demorar muuuito agora. Eu nao queri aabrir minha vida aqui, nao era essa a ideia. preciso desabafar! Eh isso... Se alguem quiser me dizer alguma coisa, por favor, esta convidado. Tambem sei que nao expliquei bem a historia, mas ai tambem fica aberto demais, ne? Mas vcs, amigos, q me conhecem... Pq q nunca todo o carinho do mundo eh suficiente? Sera q eh pq nao foi na hora certa pra ele? Sera q tem q ser dificil mesmo, e que nao ha homem que possa ser verdadeiro, sem joguinhos? Eu nao sei jogar, nunca vou saber. Perdi, nao paro de perder. Entao desisto disso tudo. Sei la. To confusa... Sera q minha chance passou, joguei fora e nao vou ter outras?&lt;br /&gt;Eu queria muito e, ao mesmo tempo, fugia desse momento. Sei que medir palavras nao eh comigo... Vcs sabem tambem. Vou fazer um esforco pra nao falar demais, nem de menos. Ok? Mas eu precisava disso. Como o comeco ja se perdeu... Vamos ao hoje.&lt;br /&gt;Escutando... : Bon Jovi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, e by the way...&lt;br /&gt;Feliz ano Novo né! Ja estamos em 2007!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8185844259019186689-90594103792063391?l=mirthesitaliano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirthesitaliano.blogspot.com/feeds/90594103792063391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8185844259019186689&amp;postID=90594103792063391' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8185844259019186689/posts/default/90594103792063391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8185844259019186689/posts/default/90594103792063391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirthesitaliano.blogspot.com/2007/01/existe-homem-alem-de-sexo-hunf-alguem.html' title=''/><author><name>Bombomzinho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11731471574370236575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_OfZeXKsW7XE/R_T1m9YZBVI/AAAAAAAAAWk/2SCXoaSIlJw/S220/mi1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8185844259019186689.post-5244953038122018864</id><published>2006-12-09T08:59:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-08-10T17:06:05.269-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8185844259019186689-5244953038122018864?l=mirthesitaliano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirthesitaliano.blogspot.com/feeds/5244953038122018864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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que está la&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Transformando a noite em dia&lt;br /&gt;Tristezas em alegria&lt;br /&gt;E aquilo q era vazio&lt;br /&gt;Foi embora pra não voltar mais&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Queria saber voar&lt;br /&gt;Pra lá do alto poder ver você&lt;br /&gt;Te ver sorrir te ver sonhar&lt;br /&gt;Coisas lindas quero te dizer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E se um anjo encontrar&lt;br /&gt;Vou pedir pra ele te proteger&lt;br /&gt;Oh estrela q me faz enxegar&lt;br /&gt;Que a vida é linda de viver&lt;br /&gt;(Chimarruts)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Musiquinha que gosto muito!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8185844259019186689-8549623160732348154?l=mirthesitaliano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirthesitaliano.blogspot.com/feeds/8549623160732348154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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Ja ia me esquecendo...&lt;br /&gt;Hoje é dia das criancas!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8185844259019186689-8311451643643872180?l=mirthesitaliano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirthesitaliano.blogspot.com/feeds/8311451643643872180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8185844259019186689&amp;postID=8311451643643872180' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8185844259019186689/posts/default/8311451643643872180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8185844259019186689/posts/default/8311451643643872180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirthesitaliano.blogspot.com/2006/10/ahhh.html' title=''/><author><name>Bombomzinho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11731471574370236575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_OfZeXKsW7XE/R_T1m9YZBVI/AAAAAAAAAWk/2SCXoaSIlJw/S220/mi1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8185844259019186689.post-8054085698797676917</id><published>2006-10-12T07:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-10T17:11:49.893-07:00</updated><title type='text'>TGIF!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/513/999248566774803/1600/mensagem.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/513/999248566774803/400/mensagem.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;Tem coisa melhor?!?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;Ultimo dia da semana q tenho q acordar "cedo" pra levar a Anna-Carolina pra escola...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;Ou seja Sabado e Domingo LIVRE pra descançar! Sera que rola uma viagemzinha pra Key West?!?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;Nem sei... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;******************************************************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;***Me perdoe &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;Se fui um muro impenetravel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;Se sou um jogo inesplicável&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;Se não te ilumino os dias&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;Mas haja o que houver&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;Eu sempre te adorarei meu amigo***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8185844259019186689-8054085698797676917?l=mirthesitaliano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirthesitaliano.blogspot.com/feeds/8054085698797676917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8185844259019186689&amp;postID=8054085698797676917' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8185844259019186689/posts/default/8054085698797676917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8185844259019186689/posts/default/8054085698797676917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirthesitaliano.blogspot.com/2006/10/tgif.html' title='TGIF!!!'/><author><name>Bombomzinho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11731471574370236575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_OfZeXKsW7XE/R_T1m9YZBVI/AAAAAAAAAWk/2SCXoaSIlJw/S220/mi1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8185844259019186689.post-4545510796219912412</id><published>2006-09-19T10:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-12T07:38:39.707-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/513/999248566774803/1600/semana2.0.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/513/999248566774803/400/semana2.0.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: times new roman;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Aprende - humildemente; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ensina - praticando; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Administra - educando; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Obedece - prestativo; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ama - edificando; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Teme - a ti mesmo; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sofre - aproveitando; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fala - construindo; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ouve - sem malícia; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ajuda - elevando; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ampara - levantando; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Passa - servindo; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ora - serenamente; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pede - com juízo;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Espera - trabalhando; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Crê - agindo; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Confia - vigiando;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Recebe - distribuindo; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Atende - com gentileza; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Coopera - sem apego; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Socorre - melhorando; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Examina - salvando;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Esclarece - respeitoso;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Semeia - sem aflição;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Estuda - aperfeiçoando; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Caminha - com todos; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Avança - auxiliando; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Age- no bem geral;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Corrige - com bondade; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Perdoa - sempre. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;André Luiz - Médium: Francisco Cândido Xavier &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;strong&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/8185844259019186689-4545510796219912412?l=mirthesitaliano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirthesitaliano.blogspot.com/feeds/4545510796219912412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8185844259019186689&amp;postID=4545510796219912412' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8185844259019186689/posts/default/4545510796219912412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8185844259019186689/posts/default/4545510796219912412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirthesitaliano.blogspot.com/2006/09/aprende-humildemente-ensina-praticando.html' title=''/><author><name>Bombomzinho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11731471574370236575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_OfZeXKsW7XE/R_T1m9YZBVI/AAAAAAAAAWk/2SCXoaSIlJw/S220/mi1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8185844259019186689.post-2625015460272381138</id><published>2006-09-19T10:00:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-19T10:04:17.512-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Bom Dia&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8185844259019186689-2625015460272381138?l=mirthesitaliano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirthesitaliano.blogspot.com/feeds/2625015460272381138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8185844259019186689&amp;postID=2625015460272381138' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8185844259019186689/posts/default/2625015460272381138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8185844259019186689/posts/default/2625015460272381138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirthesitaliano.blogspot.com/2006/09/bom-dia_19.html' title=''/><author><name>Bombomzinho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11731471574370236575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_OfZeXKsW7XE/R_T1m9YZBVI/AAAAAAAAAWk/2SCXoaSIlJw/S220/mi1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8185844259019186689.post-5050647653219328583</id><published>2006-09-19T08:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-19T08:35:32.796-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mirthes Italiano'/><title type='text'>Bombomzinho</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/513/999248566774803/1600/medaamaoevemcomigo.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/513/999248566774803/400/medaamaoevemcomigo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Encontre o seu verdadeiro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ser Marca, a cada manhã cedo, um encontro com tua Alma. Longe de todos os ruídos da tua mente e do teu corpo. Isola-te em profundo silêncio e solidão. Esvazia-te de tudo que tens; e serás plenificado pelo que És. Faz do teu ego uma total vacuidade; e serás plenificado pelo Eu divino. Onde há uma vacuidade acontece uma plenitude; é esta a maravilhosa matemática do Universo. Entra, a cada manhã, num grande silêncio; num silêncio pleniconsciente. No Silêncio da Presença. No Silêncio da Plenitude. Abre os teus canais rumo à Fonte Cósmica; e as águas vivas do Universo, fluirão através de teus canais. E nunca mais te sentirás frustrado, angustiado, infeliz. Esse encontro com o teu centro de energia beneficiará todas as periferias da tua vida diária. Até os trabalhos mais prosaicos te parecerão poéticos e as pessoas antipáticas te serão simpáticas. Nenhuma injustiça te fará injusto. Nenhuma maldade te fará mau. Nenhuma ingratidão te fará ingrato. Nenhuma amargura te fará amargo. Nenhuma ofensa te fará ofensor nem ofendido. E estenderás o arco-íris da paz sobre todos os dilúvios das tuas lágrimas. Se te encontrares contigo mesmo...Isola-te, numa hora de profundo silêncio e solidão. Mais tarde, serás capaz de estar a sós contigo em plena sociedade, no meio da tua atividade profissional. E então terás resolvido definitivamente o problema da tua vida terrestre. &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/8185844259019186689-5050647653219328583?l=mirthesitaliano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirthesitaliano.blogspot.com/feeds/5050647653219328583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8185844259019186689&amp;postID=5050647653219328583' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8185844259019186689/posts/default/5050647653219328583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8185844259019186689/posts/default/5050647653219328583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirthesitaliano.blogspot.com/2006/09/bombomzinho.html' title='Bombomzinho'/><author><name>Bombomzinho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11731471574370236575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_OfZeXKsW7XE/R_T1m9YZBVI/AAAAAAAAAWk/2SCXoaSIlJw/S220/mi1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
