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SINTAM-SE EM CASA E À VONTADE PARA COMENTAR!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantinhodaluceliazani.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7459141427244034539/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cantinhodaluceliazani.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7459141427244034539/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Lucélia Zani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05343052955960234562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RgDFTsKZArA/TS-2rtcfaUI/AAAAAAAAABc/jn5UgJ-4khw/S220/DSC04478.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>145</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7459141427244034539.post-1212209108214035368</id><published>2012-02-22T14:10:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-22T14:12:38.211-08:00</updated><title type='text'>AGRIDOCE</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AAsTUHtquFc/T0VnQXX-bHI/AAAAAAAAAUk/OgfdkcCEttA/s1600/trabalho_filtered.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AAsTUHtquFc/T0VnQXX-bHI/AAAAAAAAAUk/OgfdkcCEttA/s320/trabalho_filtered.jpg" width="298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;Definição:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;agridoce&lt;/b&gt;      |ô|   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="varpt"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="aAO" style="padding-left: 10px;" title="adjectivo de dois géneros"&gt;&lt;i&gt;adj. 2 g.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="cursor: pointer;" title="Duplo clique para ver definição"&gt;Simultaneamente ácido e doce.&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="cursor: pointer;" title="Duplo clique para ver definição"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;P.S.: Urubus do mundo todo, vocês podem parar de cagar em mim? Pela atenção, obrigada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7459141427244034539-1212209108214035368?l=cantinhodaluceliazani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantinhodaluceliazani.blogspot.com/feeds/1212209108214035368/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cantinhodaluceliazani.blogspot.com/2012/02/agridoce.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7459141427244034539/posts/default/1212209108214035368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7459141427244034539/posts/default/1212209108214035368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cantinhodaluceliazani.blogspot.com/2012/02/agridoce.html' title='AGRIDOCE'/><author><name>Lucélia Zani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05343052955960234562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RgDFTsKZArA/TS-2rtcfaUI/AAAAAAAAABc/jn5UgJ-4khw/S220/DSC04478.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AAsTUHtquFc/T0VnQXX-bHI/AAAAAAAAAUk/OgfdkcCEttA/s72-c/trabalho_filtered.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7459141427244034539.post-1949710674782708400</id><published>2012-02-21T12:08:00.005-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-21T12:14:22.158-08:00</updated><title type='text'>VASTO MUNDO</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-88ByRvQnyWI/T0P4SfGv_rI/AAAAAAAAAUU/EWYDCpciO3E/s1600/2012-01-22+16.24.02.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-88ByRvQnyWI/T0P4SfGv_rI/AAAAAAAAAUU/EWYDCpciO3E/s320/2012-01-22+16.24.02.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;Já percebeu que às vezes estamos cercados de  gente, trabalhamos o dia todo ao lado de pessoas com as mais variadas  personalidades, aprendemos a lidar com as diferenças e passamos a maior  parte do dia em contato com seres mais ou menos parecidos conosco; mas que, por vezes,  quanto mais rodeados de gente estamos, mais sentimos falta da companhia de  pessoas específicas?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;No  meu caso, essa falta pode ser mensurada nos dedos, pra ser mais  sincera; depois de mudanças drásticas em diversos âmbitos, essa falta aumentou porque nem sempre as rotinas convergentes das obrigações impostas pelo mundo permitem que eu esteja tão próxima quanto desejaria de pessoas queridas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-N3yj_-yih2c/T0P5iIUcFXI/AAAAAAAAAUc/g8pxDJ5bAXg/s1600/2011-12-08+19.59.55.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-N3yj_-yih2c/T0P5iIUcFXI/AAAAAAAAAUc/g8pxDJ5bAXg/s320/2011-12-08+19.59.55.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Essa sensação tem insistido em ficar judiando do meu bendito cérebro. Ela fica  ali, grudada, tal qual os jingles de campanha política&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; ou igual a refrões de músicas de axé.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Sentir-se sozinho em meio a um monte de gente parece ser  ainda pior que estar realmente só. O peito fica apertado, a carência insiste em fazer companhia e por aí vai. Costumo  comparar essa sensação ao sentimento que toma conta de nós em despedidas  durante noites frias em rodoviárias. Depois da despedida a gente não fica angustiado? Eu sempre fico.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;O que me resta? Adaptação e aquele famoso jeitinho para amenizar a saudade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;P.S.: Aprendendo a esperar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13pt;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13pt;"&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/7459141427244034539-1949710674782708400?l=cantinhodaluceliazani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantinhodaluceliazani.blogspot.com/feeds/1949710674782708400/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cantinhodaluceliazani.blogspot.com/2012/02/vasto-mundo.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7459141427244034539/posts/default/1949710674782708400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7459141427244034539/posts/default/1949710674782708400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cantinhodaluceliazani.blogspot.com/2012/02/vasto-mundo.html' title='VASTO MUNDO'/><author><name>Lucélia Zani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05343052955960234562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RgDFTsKZArA/TS-2rtcfaUI/AAAAAAAAABc/jn5UgJ-4khw/S220/DSC04478.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-88ByRvQnyWI/T0P4SfGv_rI/AAAAAAAAAUU/EWYDCpciO3E/s72-c/2012-01-22+16.24.02.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7459141427244034539.post-2374507411680756473</id><published>2012-02-14T16:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-14T16:41:11.444-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ENSEJO À LUZ</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-y80iAzyXaUM/Tzr_FEUeflI/AAAAAAAAAUM/aQlxJYrtBm4/s1600/blog.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="263" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-y80iAzyXaUM/Tzr_FEUeflI/AAAAAAAAAUM/aQlxJYrtBm4/s320/blog.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;A melodia lounge que agora faz companhia à ela no quarto desperta o sabor imaginário de um vinho especial, daqueles escolhidos para deixar a pequena adega em caso de singular significado. Ela enche os pulmões de ar e tem a sensação de que até consegue sentir o cheiro amadeirado da bebida enquanto a brisa gelada trazida pela chuva entra através da janela semiaberta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;Dentro da mente sinestésica, um compêndio de novos conceitos se contorce feito doente com cólica de rim ou igual à mulher que vai parir. Duas ideias não ocupam o mesmo espaço, tal como ocorre com os corpos da teoria de Newton, questiona ela em silêncio? Quando nota o tardar da noite, desliga o som, preenche mecanicamente mais uma vez o peito de ar e cochila rapidamente; calando sobre o travesseiro todo o emaranhado e resquício de vivências que estão por vir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;P.S.: É preciso ser humilde para entender que todos estamos na condição de alunos Daquele que nos permite aprender, errar e fazer escolhas todos os dias.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7459141427244034539-2374507411680756473?l=cantinhodaluceliazani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantinhodaluceliazani.blogspot.com/feeds/2374507411680756473/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cantinhodaluceliazani.blogspot.com/2012/02/ensejo-luz.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7459141427244034539/posts/default/2374507411680756473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7459141427244034539/posts/default/2374507411680756473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cantinhodaluceliazani.blogspot.com/2012/02/ensejo-luz.html' title='ENSEJO À LUZ'/><author><name>Lucélia Zani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05343052955960234562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RgDFTsKZArA/TS-2rtcfaUI/AAAAAAAAABc/jn5UgJ-4khw/S220/DSC04478.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-y80iAzyXaUM/Tzr_FEUeflI/AAAAAAAAAUM/aQlxJYrtBm4/s72-c/blog.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7459141427244034539.post-9053080725533479177</id><published>2012-02-13T07:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-13T07:56:19.526-08:00</updated><title type='text'>MANTRA DA SEMANA</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--rffTSI6KHQ/TzkxUtUCRHI/AAAAAAAAAUE/BaI6g9G1A6k/s1600/422277_239386309475857_206807786067043_541103_1289662412_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" sda="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--rffTSI6KHQ/TzkxUtUCRHI/AAAAAAAAAUE/BaI6g9G1A6k/s1600/422277_239386309475857_206807786067043_541103_1289662412_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;"Porque a força de dentro é maior que todos os ventos contrários." - Caio Fernando Abreu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;P.S.: Ainda bem que a vida é composta&amp;nbsp;por fases.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7459141427244034539-9053080725533479177?l=cantinhodaluceliazani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantinhodaluceliazani.blogspot.com/feeds/9053080725533479177/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cantinhodaluceliazani.blogspot.com/2012/02/mantra-da-semana.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7459141427244034539/posts/default/9053080725533479177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7459141427244034539/posts/default/9053080725533479177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cantinhodaluceliazani.blogspot.com/2012/02/mantra-da-semana.html' title='MANTRA DA SEMANA'/><author><name>Lucélia Zani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05343052955960234562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RgDFTsKZArA/TS-2rtcfaUI/AAAAAAAAABc/jn5UgJ-4khw/S220/DSC04478.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--rffTSI6KHQ/TzkxUtUCRHI/AAAAAAAAAUE/BaI6g9G1A6k/s72-c/422277_239386309475857_206807786067043_541103_1289662412_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7459141427244034539.post-68942779372419634</id><published>2012-02-12T15:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-13T07:58:36.296-08:00</updated><title type='text'>XIS</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BcWjJvBe7rA/TzhFcJ7dSeI/AAAAAAAAAT8/6TMj8xJ6ixo/s1600/Imagem2.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BcWjJvBe7rA/TzhFcJ7dSeI/AAAAAAAAAT8/6TMj8xJ6ixo/s320/Imagem2.png" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;"Só verá o arco-íris quem suportar a chuva."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;P.S.: Aprendendo a mexer no PowerPoint (valeu, Sarita!) e tentando aquecer os pés gelados.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7459141427244034539-68942779372419634?l=cantinhodaluceliazani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantinhodaluceliazani.blogspot.com/feeds/68942779372419634/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cantinhodaluceliazani.blogspot.com/2012/02/diz-que-fui-por-ai.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7459141427244034539/posts/default/68942779372419634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7459141427244034539/posts/default/68942779372419634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cantinhodaluceliazani.blogspot.com/2012/02/diz-que-fui-por-ai.html' title='XIS'/><author><name>Lucélia Zani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05343052955960234562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RgDFTsKZArA/TS-2rtcfaUI/AAAAAAAAABc/jn5UgJ-4khw/S220/DSC04478.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YnjPuX05U6w/TzhE7JzxWYI/AAAAAAAAAT0/NC_hNnibrd0/s72-c/Imagem1.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7459141427244034539.post-6292816314710276280</id><published>2012-02-09T18:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-09T18:35:31.771-08:00</updated><title type='text'>NA MADRUGADA VITROLA ROLANDO</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vpbEPXktHmM/TzSBvn46ENI/AAAAAAAAATk/WdILDC39sxg/s1600/televisao2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vpbEPXktHmM/TzSBvn46ENI/AAAAAAAAATk/WdILDC39sxg/s320/televisao2.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;É durante a madrugada que a programação na TV fica mais interessante. É nesse horário que os episódios dos seriados favoritos que não foram assistidos mais cedo por falta de tempo são reprisados, é depois da meia noite também que são exibidos os melhores filmes, os documentários mais fascinantes, bons telejornais e os programas culturais fundamentais para a nossa compreensão de mundo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Sem contar que nesse período o clima fica muito mais fresquinho e agradável, a mente&amp;nbsp; relaxa e até o sexo e mais interessante (na minha opinião machista, é divino poder deitar no peito do parceiro e dormir sem ter preocupação com o horário).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VVbaln_8cCA/TzSCKaMUI3I/AAAAAAAAATs/xHzijSyg82Q/s1600/398465_237490353000372_100002182283689_524366_861631395_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VVbaln_8cCA/TzSCKaMUI3I/AAAAAAAAATs/xHzijSyg82Q/s320/398465_237490353000372_100002182283689_524366_861631395_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;A madrugada também é o melhor momento das baladas (shows, bares, boates) e até para quem gosta de fazer programas caseiros, é mais divertido para jogar baralho ou imagem e ação em grupo.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Desde criança, depois que o sol se deita e a lua surge linda aqui no nosso hemisfério, sempre foi a hora favorita do meu dia. Talvez seja por isso que eu sempre dormi pouco e, atualmente, cheguei à conclusão de que meu corpo necessita apenas de quatro horas diárias de sono.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Já que é assim, tenho a oportunidade de aproveitar benefícios de um horário que pequena parte da população pode desfrutar. Não que eu não trabalhe, muito pelo contrário, tenho uma jornada pra lá de cansativa; mas ela só começa perto das 10 horas da manhã e me permite viver a intrigante "rotina" dos morcegos.rs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;Quando os filhos vierem, cheios de energia, sei que toda essa mordomia termina, mas até lá...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;P.S.: Ir às compras no shopping com um homem que tem paciência é bom pra lá de metro!&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/7459141427244034539-6292816314710276280?l=cantinhodaluceliazani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantinhodaluceliazani.blogspot.com/feeds/6292816314710276280/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cantinhodaluceliazani.blogspot.com/2012/02/na-madrugada-vitrola-rolando.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7459141427244034539/posts/default/6292816314710276280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7459141427244034539/posts/default/6292816314710276280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cantinhodaluceliazani.blogspot.com/2012/02/na-madrugada-vitrola-rolando.html' title='NA MADRUGADA VITROLA ROLANDO'/><author><name>Lucélia Zani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05343052955960234562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RgDFTsKZArA/TS-2rtcfaUI/AAAAAAAAABc/jn5UgJ-4khw/S220/DSC04478.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vpbEPXktHmM/TzSBvn46ENI/AAAAAAAAATk/WdILDC39sxg/s72-c/televisao2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7459141427244034539.post-4716689122411877838</id><published>2012-02-09T08:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-09T18:04:48.418-08:00</updated><title type='text'>PENSAR EM NADA</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FZiouWSNxX0/TzPv6bKeubI/AAAAAAAAATc/U5K03o1QQVk/s1600/maison_massagem1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" sda="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FZiouWSNxX0/TzPv6bKeubI/AAAAAAAAATc/U5K03o1QQVk/s320/maison_massagem1.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;É isso mesmo. Hoje, depois do trabalho, vai ser dia de pensar em nada e, para uma pessoa com a mente ligada no 220 Volts, isso só é possível com ajuda profissional. Afinal de contas, nos ensinaram a dar conta de mil coisas ao mesmo tempo, mas acabamos desaprendendo a desligar quando é preciso.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Então mais tarde tem manicure, shiatsu e auriculoterapia. Recomendo o tratamento corporal para quem, assim como a blogueira que vos escreve, tem uma rotina estilo "mulher&amp;nbsp;do&amp;nbsp;século XXI", que pinta, borda e sapateia ao mesmo tempo e tudo isso enquanto trabalha e fala ao telefone.rs. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;O relógio corre e precisamos acompanhá-lo para não ficarmos para trás, mas sem equilíbrio as nossas maquininhas física e mental travam sem dar aviso prévio.&amp;nbsp;Nessas horas vale o bordão é "melhor prevenir que remediar"&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;P.S.: "Quando eu olhar pro lado, eu quero estar cercado só de quem me interessa."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7459141427244034539-4716689122411877838?l=cantinhodaluceliazani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantinhodaluceliazani.blogspot.com/feeds/4716689122411877838/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cantinhodaluceliazani.blogspot.com/2012/02/pensar-em-nada.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7459141427244034539/posts/default/4716689122411877838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7459141427244034539/posts/default/4716689122411877838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cantinhodaluceliazani.blogspot.com/2012/02/pensar-em-nada.html' title='PENSAR EM NADA'/><author><name>Lucélia Zani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05343052955960234562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RgDFTsKZArA/TS-2rtcfaUI/AAAAAAAAABc/jn5UgJ-4khw/S220/DSC04478.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FZiouWSNxX0/TzPv6bKeubI/AAAAAAAAATc/U5K03o1QQVk/s72-c/maison_massagem1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7459141427244034539.post-4539733015205092229</id><published>2012-02-08T06:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-08T06:11:06.127-08:00</updated><title type='text'>PELADA</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;As meninas do SBT Interior de Araçatuba deram um show&amp;nbsp;divertido durante a pelada&amp;nbsp;realizada entre elas&amp;nbsp;na semana passada na cidade. Confira na matéria de Lucas Matheus a reportagem com os melhores momentos da partida. Créditos de imagens para Donizete Santos, edição de texto Lucélia Zani e edição de imagens Leandro Piel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://1.gvt0.com/vi/uJrjFI4QjVU/0.jpg"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/uJrjFI4QjVU&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266"  src="http://www.youtube.com/v/uJrjFI4QjVU&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;P.S.: Uh, a quarta chegou-ou, uh a quarta chego-ou!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7459141427244034539-4539733015205092229?l=cantinhodaluceliazani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantinhodaluceliazani.blogspot.com/feeds/4539733015205092229/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cantinhodaluceliazani.blogspot.com/2012/02/pelada.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7459141427244034539/posts/default/4539733015205092229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7459141427244034539/posts/default/4539733015205092229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cantinhodaluceliazani.blogspot.com/2012/02/pelada.html' title='PELADA'/><author><name>Lucélia Zani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05343052955960234562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RgDFTsKZArA/TS-2rtcfaUI/AAAAAAAAABc/jn5UgJ-4khw/S220/DSC04478.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7459141427244034539.post-4886312080662139551</id><published>2012-02-01T16:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-01T16:35:35.428-08:00</updated><title type='text'>RESPONSABILIDADE</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bubRkXdUFqk/TynaC_bPuQI/AAAAAAAAATU/HnSsT3M5iCU/s1600/2011-11-06+17.13.06.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bubRkXdUFqk/TynaC_bPuQI/AAAAAAAAATU/HnSsT3M5iCU/s320/2011-11-06+17.13.06.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Foto: Lucélia Zani&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Certa vez, durante uma fase muito difícil, ouvi (sem pedir ou esperar) de alguém experiente que devemos ser responsáveis pelo resultado dos nossos atos. De certa forma, acabei tomando aquilo como uma verdade lógica e necessária. Hoje, muitos anos depois, respeito o conselho entregue, mas entendo a vida de outra forma.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Podemos tomar como exemplo situações acidentais. Um dia, quando pequena, tranquei meu irmão para o lado de fora de casa e ele, ainda menor que eu, bateu com força na porta de vidro, na tentativa de entrar. Ele acabou machucando o braço e, por anos, uma cicatriz permaneceu em uma das mãos dele. Não sei se ele ainda lembra-se desse episódio e, se sim, até que ponto isso gerou algum tipo de interferência. Claro, que é um exemplo simples, mas suficiente para perceber o quanto fatores externos e outras pessoas (um motorista embriagado, talvez) pode causar máculas em nosso dia a dia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Toda essa firula é apenas para conseguir &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;tocar levemente o objetivo do desabafo de hoje, a importância e a responsabilidade da paternidade e da  maternidade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt; Todos nós nascemos incompletos e necessitamos de cuidados,  principalmente durante a infância. Penso que os primeiros anos sejam  cruciais para definir a nossa base e, por isso, os pais são figuras tão singulares para cada um de nós. Uma mãe que quebra a relação de afeto e diálogo com o filho desde muito cedo talvez jamais consiga imaginar os reflexos de tal atitude. Buracos deixados no passado podem levar uma vida toda para serem preenchidos ou pacificados no futuro. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;Sejamos pais com mais acertos que erros. Preocupados com as escolhas de cada dia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;P.S.: Buscando motivos para ser melhor.&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/7459141427244034539-4886312080662139551?l=cantinhodaluceliazani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantinhodaluceliazani.blogspot.com/feeds/4886312080662139551/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cantinhodaluceliazani.blogspot.com/2012/02/responsabilidade.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7459141427244034539/posts/default/4886312080662139551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7459141427244034539/posts/default/4886312080662139551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cantinhodaluceliazani.blogspot.com/2012/02/responsabilidade.html' title='RESPONSABILIDADE'/><author><name>Lucélia Zani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05343052955960234562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RgDFTsKZArA/TS-2rtcfaUI/AAAAAAAAABc/jn5UgJ-4khw/S220/DSC04478.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bubRkXdUFqk/TynaC_bPuQI/AAAAAAAAATU/HnSsT3M5iCU/s72-c/2011-11-06+17.13.06.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7459141427244034539.post-5844752568901130613</id><published>2012-02-01T09:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-01T09:12:51.934-08:00</updated><title type='text'>PQP, QUARTA-FEIRA</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Vídeo para aliviar a tensão de uma quarta-feira que não começou bem. O que será que as quartas-feiras tem contra a minha pessoa? Já está ficando chata essa brincadeira.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://1.gvt0.com/vi/MxwH9RbQzJ0/0.jpg"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/MxwH9RbQzJ0&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266"  src="http://www.youtube.com/v/MxwH9RbQzJ0&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;P.S.: Sete meses a mil (com o direito ao trocadilho).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7459141427244034539-5844752568901130613?l=cantinhodaluceliazani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantinhodaluceliazani.blogspot.com/feeds/5844752568901130613/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cantinhodaluceliazani.blogspot.com/2012/02/pqp-quarta-feira.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7459141427244034539/posts/default/5844752568901130613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7459141427244034539/posts/default/5844752568901130613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cantinhodaluceliazani.blogspot.com/2012/02/pqp-quarta-feira.html' title='PQP, QUARTA-FEIRA'/><author><name>Lucélia Zani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05343052955960234562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RgDFTsKZArA/TS-2rtcfaUI/AAAAAAAAABc/jn5UgJ-4khw/S220/DSC04478.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7459141427244034539.post-2789973069350283881</id><published>2012-01-30T17:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-30T17:11:10.781-08:00</updated><title type='text'>FRASES MAIS AZUIS</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KVhof5n2234/Tyc-m2yasmI/AAAAAAAAATM/sZATNfeREXE/s1600/blog.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KVhof5n2234/Tyc-m2yasmI/AAAAAAAAATM/sZATNfeREXE/s320/blog.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mais um retrato quentinho&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Cabelo molhado, cheirinho de hidratante novo, preguiça de retomar o livro com leitura já começada e saudade do fim de semana.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;A cada novas foto e postura a constatação do resultado de mudanças drásticas, que, aos poucos, traz o peso da compreensão de que outras iguais ou maiores à essas ainda serão necessárias enquanto a existência se fizer presente. Com certeza a ansiedade muito mais ausente e a volta dos sonhos são as velhas novidades que mais se fizeram notar e, confesso, são também as minhas preferidas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Daqui a um dia o novo jeito de viver aniversaria e completa sete meses repletos de intensidade. Nossos pais já nos diziam que quando a "água bate na bunda, aprende-se a nadar" e, com o passar do tempo, aprendemos que, por vezes, o ditado se faz presente. A próxima parada será não mais parar!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;P.S.: Sai de mim dor de barrigaaa!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7459141427244034539-2789973069350283881?l=cantinhodaluceliazani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantinhodaluceliazani.blogspot.com/feeds/2789973069350283881/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cantinhodaluceliazani.blogspot.com/2012/01/frases-mais-azuis.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7459141427244034539/posts/default/2789973069350283881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7459141427244034539/posts/default/2789973069350283881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cantinhodaluceliazani.blogspot.com/2012/01/frases-mais-azuis.html' title='FRASES MAIS AZUIS'/><author><name>Lucélia Zani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05343052955960234562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RgDFTsKZArA/TS-2rtcfaUI/AAAAAAAAABc/jn5UgJ-4khw/S220/DSC04478.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KVhof5n2234/Tyc-m2yasmI/AAAAAAAAATM/sZATNfeREXE/s72-c/blog.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7459141427244034539.post-8697123797345144420</id><published>2012-01-27T13:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-27T13:52:58.323-08:00</updated><title type='text'>INSATISFAÇÃO DO BEM</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rWoYZKS1lsM/TyMZ8PLMH7I/AAAAAAAAATE/cInx-oyVY_A/s1600/Nova+Imagem.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="219" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rWoYZKS1lsM/TyMZ8PLMH7I/AAAAAAAAATE/cInx-oyVY_A/s320/Nova+Imagem.png" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Without you&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;"Ontem"  eu era a pessoa mais insatisfeita do mundo e hoje já acho que estou na melhor fase da vida, até então. Isso me fez lembrar que somos os únicos seres terrestres a viver quase  constantemente insatisfeitos. Isso porque a sensação de insatisfação é  um dos fatores responsáveis por nos motivar a querer melhorar sempre. Usar tal informação de forma consciente pode ser crucial para que tenhamos  motivos para evoluir, para querer cuidar melhor de nós mesmos e,  principalmente, para levantarmos da cama todos os dias. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;Portanto,  se você está insatisfeito, saiba que tal sensação pode ser saudável e quem garante  tal afirmação são especialistas em psicologia. O jeitinho é buscar  soluções e alternativas para ir suprindo as necessidades pessoais que, inevitavelmente e,  graças a Deus, vão surgir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;P.S.: Depois de uma madrugada desagradável de internação no Hospital da Unimed seguida de um dia com jornada extra de trabalho só quero brincar de descansar!&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/7459141427244034539-8697123797345144420?l=cantinhodaluceliazani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantinhodaluceliazani.blogspot.com/feeds/8697123797345144420/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cantinhodaluceliazani.blogspot.com/2012/01/insatisfacao-do-bem.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7459141427244034539/posts/default/8697123797345144420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7459141427244034539/posts/default/8697123797345144420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cantinhodaluceliazani.blogspot.com/2012/01/insatisfacao-do-bem.html' title='INSATISFAÇÃO DO BEM'/><author><name>Lucélia Zani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05343052955960234562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RgDFTsKZArA/TS-2rtcfaUI/AAAAAAAAABc/jn5UgJ-4khw/S220/DSC04478.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rWoYZKS1lsM/TyMZ8PLMH7I/AAAAAAAAATE/cInx-oyVY_A/s72-c/Nova+Imagem.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7459141427244034539.post-356706789620340474</id><published>2012-01-25T18:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-25T20:18:16.596-08:00</updated><title type='text'>SE MELHORAR MELHORA</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_gxbOQ1yHqI/TyC0c-fvhKI/AAAAAAAAAS8/SN4X-rHOFbE/s1600/mel.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_gxbOQ1yHqI/TyC0c-fvhKI/AAAAAAAAAS8/SN4X-rHOFbE/s320/mel.jpg" width="202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Até os bichos gostam de bom astral&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;Descobri, bem ao estilo sem querer, que ainda existe homem que abre a porta do carro para mulheres. Percebi também que eu não sou tão machista quanto imaginava e que o grau de autoritarismo, grosseria, frustração e amargura é diretamente proporcional ao nível de carência do indivíduo. Basta pensar nas pessoas cujo perfil se enquadra em alguma dessas características e ver que a teoria faz sentido.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;Não falar mal das pessoas, transformar as reclamações em brincadeiras, aceitar que nem tudo ocorre da forma que julgamos ser a melhor, dedicar parte do dia a nós mesmos, entender que ajudar é tão preciso quanto colocar-se no lugar do outro e que saber ouvir deve ser um hábito; são ações que ajudam (pra mais de metro) a melhorar a nossa qualidade de vida e de quebra, a de quem convive conosco também.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;P.S.: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Intenção sem ação é igual a nada. Por isso continuo praticando e os resultados começam a aparecer!&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/7459141427244034539-356706789620340474?l=cantinhodaluceliazani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantinhodaluceliazani.blogspot.com/feeds/356706789620340474/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cantinhodaluceliazani.blogspot.com/2012/01/qualidade-de-vida.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7459141427244034539/posts/default/356706789620340474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7459141427244034539/posts/default/356706789620340474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cantinhodaluceliazani.blogspot.com/2012/01/qualidade-de-vida.html' title='SE MELHORAR MELHORA'/><author><name>Lucélia Zani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05343052955960234562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RgDFTsKZArA/TS-2rtcfaUI/AAAAAAAAABc/jn5UgJ-4khw/S220/DSC04478.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_gxbOQ1yHqI/TyC0c-fvhKI/AAAAAAAAAS8/SN4X-rHOFbE/s72-c/mel.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7459141427244034539.post-1654956725125658185</id><published>2012-01-22T15:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-22T15:52:01.942-08:00</updated><title type='text'>SÓ NÃO ME DEIXE SENTAR NA POLTRONA...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-i37fYvoAcMM/TxyfXD7sjYI/AAAAAAAAAS0/teAUyoMpC70/s1600/Imagem1.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-i37fYvoAcMM/TxyfXD7sjYI/AAAAAAAAAS0/teAUyoMpC70/s320/Imagem1.png" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;"Você não sabe o quanto eu caminhei pra chegar até aqui. Percorri milhas e milhas antes de dormir, eu nem cochilei. Os mais belos montes escalei. Nas noites escuras de frio chorei, ei , ei (...)"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;P.S.: Seis meses de vida nova! Toda nova chance deve ser agarrada com o mesmo entusiasmo motivado pela primeira!&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/7459141427244034539-1654956725125658185?l=cantinhodaluceliazani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantinhodaluceliazani.blogspot.com/feeds/1654956725125658185/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cantinhodaluceliazani.blogspot.com/2012/01/so-nao-me-deixe-sentar-na-poltrona.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7459141427244034539/posts/default/1654956725125658185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7459141427244034539/posts/default/1654956725125658185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cantinhodaluceliazani.blogspot.com/2012/01/so-nao-me-deixe-sentar-na-poltrona.html' title='SÓ NÃO ME DEIXE SENTAR NA POLTRONA...'/><author><name>Lucélia Zani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05343052955960234562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RgDFTsKZArA/TS-2rtcfaUI/AAAAAAAAABc/jn5UgJ-4khw/S220/DSC04478.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-i37fYvoAcMM/TxyfXD7sjYI/AAAAAAAAAS0/teAUyoMpC70/s72-c/Imagem1.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7459141427244034539.post-7416844925494183417</id><published>2012-01-21T08:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-21T08:16:41.290-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ESCOLA</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OEn6-sHqdWk/Txrid2iFWMI/AAAAAAAAASs/jsTrwDGOgXQ/s1600/churras.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OEn6-sHqdWk/Txrid2iFWMI/AAAAAAAAASs/jsTrwDGOgXQ/s320/churras.jpg" width="227" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Falante e brincalhona, como sempre&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;"A paz invadiu o meu coração". Há alguns meses a sensação aqui dentro tem sido&amp;nbsp; a de ouvir o  timbre macio da voz do Djavan cantando Gilberto Gil, bem pertinho do meu ouvido. Tenho convencido-me de que a minha avó, cheia de simplicidade e sabedoria, está correta quando afirma que depois da tempestade vem a bonança.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;Claro que chega a dar um friozinho na barriga porque não temos como prever quando estaremos no alto ou no baixo dessa nossa vida montanha russa. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Por isso o jeito é se preparar para lidar com as diferentes situações que nos são apresentadas. Aos poucos vamos aprendendo que até as provas e expiações tem o seu lado bom. Nao há como negar que estamos em uma grande escola.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Hoje o meu propósito tem sido exercitar a tolerância, mas ao olhar para trás consigo ver com clareza o quanto inúmeros percalços encontrados pelo caminho foram positivos e, no fim das contas, serviram como preparação. E, por isso, hoje consigo encará-los com um pouco mais de sabedoria (exercitada com bastante esforço é claro)&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;As oportunidades de melhorar ou consertar são constantes. Aproveitemos-nas , então.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;P.S.: Tem gente mau humorada que consegue despertar a criança rebelde que existe em nós. O jeito é respirar fundo e não cair no jogo. Praticando.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7459141427244034539-7416844925494183417?l=cantinhodaluceliazani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantinhodaluceliazani.blogspot.com/feeds/7416844925494183417/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cantinhodaluceliazani.blogspot.com/2012/01/escola.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7459141427244034539/posts/default/7416844925494183417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7459141427244034539/posts/default/7416844925494183417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cantinhodaluceliazani.blogspot.com/2012/01/escola.html' title='ESCOLA'/><author><name>Lucélia Zani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05343052955960234562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RgDFTsKZArA/TS-2rtcfaUI/AAAAAAAAABc/jn5UgJ-4khw/S220/DSC04478.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OEn6-sHqdWk/Txrid2iFWMI/AAAAAAAAASs/jsTrwDGOgXQ/s72-c/churras.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7459141427244034539.post-739713453475352288</id><published>2012-01-18T19:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-18T19:40:28.387-08:00</updated><title type='text'>NO ESCURINHO DO CINEMA</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-H9vvUEMFOEg/TxeQjpVg8DI/AAAAAAAAASk/n_MVrl4aDHk/s1600/velhice.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="231" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-H9vvUEMFOEg/TxeQjpVg8DI/AAAAAAAAASk/n_MVrl4aDHk/s320/velhice.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Estar no único lugar onde se desejaria estar ao final de uma quarta-feira com pouco sentido é um verdadeiro refrigério à cuca e à alma.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Nem sempre é possível ter um ombro quando mais precisamos, fazer algo que desligue a mente, comer aquela comida favorita no momento que a vontade chega ou dar carinho para aquela pessoa de quem você tanto gosta. Quando toda essa simplicidade de desejos tornam-se paupáveis numa mesma noite a sensação é regeneradora. Chego a questionar a mim mesma sobre o merecimento de tal realização, mas logo me convenço de que tudo o que chega, vem por algum motivo e então sou calada pelas lembranças recentes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;P.S.: "Quem faz sentido é soldado." - Mário Quintana&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/7459141427244034539-739713453475352288?l=cantinhodaluceliazani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantinhodaluceliazani.blogspot.com/feeds/739713453475352288/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cantinhodaluceliazani.blogspot.com/2012/01/no-escurinho-do-cinema.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7459141427244034539/posts/default/739713453475352288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7459141427244034539/posts/default/739713453475352288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cantinhodaluceliazani.blogspot.com/2012/01/no-escurinho-do-cinema.html' title='NO ESCURINHO DO CINEMA'/><author><name>Lucélia Zani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05343052955960234562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RgDFTsKZArA/TS-2rtcfaUI/AAAAAAAAABc/jn5UgJ-4khw/S220/DSC04478.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-H9vvUEMFOEg/TxeQjpVg8DI/AAAAAAAAASk/n_MVrl4aDHk/s72-c/velhice.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7459141427244034539.post-7779867985877951176</id><published>2012-01-17T11:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-17T11:20:52.397-08:00</updated><title type='text'>TERCEIRA LEI DE NEWTON</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KZvZ0GPkpWc/TxXI57J_oSI/AAAAAAAAASc/LbKNXSqPytw/s1600/001.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="204" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KZvZ0GPkpWc/TxXI57J_oSI/AAAAAAAAASc/LbKNXSqPytw/s320/001.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Tenho  achado muita graça da vida e não&amp;nbsp;há dúvidas de que ela também tem se  divertido comigo, afinal de contas, não deve ser todo dia que aparece uma louca que se imagina madura a ponto de se deliciar tanto  com o próprio riso quanto com o próprio choro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Cansei  de levar uma vida composta por substantivos e adjetivos negativos&amp;nbsp;em  vez de&amp;nbsp;verbos conjugados no tempo da vontade presente. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Hoje,  o que me deixa mais feliz é perceber que os motivos para estar  feliz não partem de lá, mas daqui e, se voltam de lá é uma simples e deliciosa  conseqüência. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Acabei  de imaginar-me sentada na terceira carteira, perto da parede, com as  pernas suspensas do chão e dobradas uma sobre a outra. Uma caneta  prendendo o cabelo e outra na mão para anotar rapidamente todas as  fórmulas. Era assim que ficava no colégio e foi lá que aprendi a  Terceira Lei de Newton. Aquela da "ação é igual a reação",  lembra? Pois é, meu caro Newton, penso que na nossa vida nem sempre é assim. A intensidade da ação nem sempre é igual a da reação (ainda bem, porque saber reagir é evoluir) e também não há garantias de que a reação virá, ao contrário do que ocorre na FÍsica.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Não há garantia de que vamos receber de  volta o afeto, a felicidade ou a paz de espírito que cultivamos e  dividimos, mas se a sensação em si for verdadeira, não há como ser ruim. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;P.S.:&amp;nbsp; "Quando um certo alguém..."&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/7459141427244034539-7779867985877951176?l=cantinhodaluceliazani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantinhodaluceliazani.blogspot.com/feeds/7779867985877951176/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cantinhodaluceliazani.blogspot.com/2012/01/terceira-lei-de-newton.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7459141427244034539/posts/default/7779867985877951176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7459141427244034539/posts/default/7779867985877951176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cantinhodaluceliazani.blogspot.com/2012/01/terceira-lei-de-newton.html' title='TERCEIRA LEI DE NEWTON'/><author><name>Lucélia Zani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05343052955960234562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RgDFTsKZArA/TS-2rtcfaUI/AAAAAAAAABc/jn5UgJ-4khw/S220/DSC04478.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KZvZ0GPkpWc/TxXI57J_oSI/AAAAAAAAASc/LbKNXSqPytw/s72-c/001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7459141427244034539.post-7061373502315688831</id><published>2012-01-16T12:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-16T12:28:24.946-08:00</updated><title type='text'>COMO É QUE PODE?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cRLJjFPhR8M/TxSFlE1tvaI/AAAAAAAAASU/LSNB-MAO6fo/s1600/estranha.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="301" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cRLJjFPhR8M/TxSFlE1tvaI/AAAAAAAAASU/LSNB-MAO6fo/s320/estranha.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Como é que pode?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Ela é baixinha, não gosta de sertanejo e nem daquilo que todo mundo gosta. Às vezes parece uma criança crescida, sabe fazer rir, mas esquece o final das piadas. Vai ao cinema sozinha e adora ficar em frente ao televisor de madrugada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Como é que pode?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; Ela prefere bater papo com os homens nos churrascos, é fresca a ponto de achar que todos deveriam ter nascido sem pelos e inventa as suas próprias coreografias de dança.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Como é que pode?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Ela troca novela por desenho animado, não acredita em casamentos felizes, mas sim em amores eternos. Gosta de pagar a conta, tem o nome esquisito, trabalha como se fosse mudar o mundo e acredita em sexto sentido.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Como é que pode alguém se apaixonar por ela?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;P.S.: "Don't worry, be happy. Look at me, I'm happy."&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/7459141427244034539-7061373502315688831?l=cantinhodaluceliazani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantinhodaluceliazani.blogspot.com/feeds/7061373502315688831/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cantinhodaluceliazani.blogspot.com/2012/01/como-e-que-pode.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7459141427244034539/posts/default/7061373502315688831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7459141427244034539/posts/default/7061373502315688831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cantinhodaluceliazani.blogspot.com/2012/01/como-e-que-pode.html' title='COMO É QUE PODE?'/><author><name>Lucélia Zani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05343052955960234562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RgDFTsKZArA/TS-2rtcfaUI/AAAAAAAAABc/jn5UgJ-4khw/S220/DSC04478.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cRLJjFPhR8M/TxSFlE1tvaI/AAAAAAAAASU/LSNB-MAO6fo/s72-c/estranha.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7459141427244034539.post-110030729984450500</id><published>2012-01-15T17:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-15T17:08:38.375-08:00</updated><title type='text'>AI, AI...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sTALlbZiJBs/TxN3fQxbowI/AAAAAAAAASM/iyidDqE73cM/s1600/APAIXONADOS.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sTALlbZiJBs/TxN3fQxbowI/AAAAAAAAASM/iyidDqE73cM/s320/APAIXONADOS.jpg" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;No melhor sentido do suspiro! Quando o clichê chega é porque já não há mais o que fazer. Eu me entrego.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;P.S.: Tentei pregar os ponteiros dos nossos relógios e acho que consegui, né?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Amanhã já é sexta?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7459141427244034539-110030729984450500?l=cantinhodaluceliazani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantinhodaluceliazani.blogspot.com/feeds/110030729984450500/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cantinhodaluceliazani.blogspot.com/2012/01/ai-ai.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7459141427244034539/posts/default/110030729984450500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7459141427244034539/posts/default/110030729984450500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cantinhodaluceliazani.blogspot.com/2012/01/ai-ai.html' title='AI, AI...'/><author><name>Lucélia Zani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05343052955960234562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RgDFTsKZArA/TS-2rtcfaUI/AAAAAAAAABc/jn5UgJ-4khw/S220/DSC04478.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sTALlbZiJBs/TxN3fQxbowI/AAAAAAAAASM/iyidDqE73cM/s72-c/APAIXONADOS.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7459141427244034539.post-6901928490858435704</id><published>2012-01-14T10:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-14T10:02:27.395-08:00</updated><title type='text'>YIN E YANG</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NTL8fQZQKzU/TxHBhj9ar3I/AAAAAAAAASE/LJSstwtrJLA/s1600/rosas.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NTL8fQZQKzU/TxHBhj9ar3I/AAAAAAAAASE/LJSstwtrJLA/s320/rosas.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Foto: Lucélia Zani&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;"Basta saber procurar nos lugares certos que o encanto da vida está  sempre lá. Às vezes as nuvens cobrem o sol, o dia fica frio e escuro e  chuvoso, mas isso é necessário para que as plantas se desenvolvam e  tragam o nosso alimento, o ar fique mais puro para nossa respiração.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Se  conseguirmos enxergar isso, não praguejaremos as nuvens cinzentas, e até  as agradeceremos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sem contar que elas nos fazem perceber a beleza da luz quando volta. Se não fosse a falta dela, não a desejaríamos tanto."&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;(Marcelo Silva)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;P.S.: Se todos os dias fossem iguais aos sábados, o sábado não teria graça. Noite para aproveitar a chuvinha e fazer sessão de filme com pizza no rancho. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7459141427244034539-6901928490858435704?l=cantinhodaluceliazani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantinhodaluceliazani.blogspot.com/feeds/6901928490858435704/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cantinhodaluceliazani.blogspot.com/2012/01/yin-e-yang.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7459141427244034539/posts/default/6901928490858435704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7459141427244034539/posts/default/6901928490858435704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cantinhodaluceliazani.blogspot.com/2012/01/yin-e-yang.html' title='YIN E YANG'/><author><name>Lucélia Zani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05343052955960234562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RgDFTsKZArA/TS-2rtcfaUI/AAAAAAAAABc/jn5UgJ-4khw/S220/DSC04478.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NTL8fQZQKzU/TxHBhj9ar3I/AAAAAAAAASE/LJSstwtrJLA/s72-c/rosas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7459141427244034539.post-3586285708866585540</id><published>2012-01-12T12:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-12T12:56:51.741-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A VIDA NÃO PARA</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;"As coisas em si mesmas não são boas e nem más. É o pensamento que as torna desse ou daquele jeito."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-x567YopxIL8/Tw9HyaCnf7I/AAAAAAAAAR0/F55-TdeHwzw/s1600/bola.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-x567YopxIL8/Tw9HyaCnf7I/AAAAAAAAAR0/F55-TdeHwzw/s320/bola.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UUT3HLbwJgI/Tw9H3gHd5GI/AAAAAAAAAR8/vMUjYXEW6Ck/s1600/1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UUT3HLbwJgI/Tw9H3gHd5GI/AAAAAAAAAR8/vMUjYXEW6Ck/s320/1.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;P.S.: Parabéns pra você, nesta data querida, muitas felicidades, muitos anos de vida (pertinho de mim)!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7459141427244034539-3586285708866585540?l=cantinhodaluceliazani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantinhodaluceliazani.blogspot.com/feeds/3586285708866585540/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cantinhodaluceliazani.blogspot.com/2012/01/vida-nao-para.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7459141427244034539/posts/default/3586285708866585540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7459141427244034539/posts/default/3586285708866585540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cantinhodaluceliazani.blogspot.com/2012/01/vida-nao-para.html' title='A VIDA NÃO PARA'/><author><name>Lucélia Zani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05343052955960234562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RgDFTsKZArA/TS-2rtcfaUI/AAAAAAAAABc/jn5UgJ-4khw/S220/DSC04478.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-x567YopxIL8/Tw9HyaCnf7I/AAAAAAAAAR0/F55-TdeHwzw/s72-c/bola.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7459141427244034539.post-4506786763515542462</id><published>2012-01-05T16:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-05T16:16:00.149-08:00</updated><title type='text'>RETRATOS</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Quem me conhece sabe que leio revista de trás para frente, adoro vestidos, sou totalmente derretida por crianças, tenho o coração mole e não me canso de ver e rever fotos. Isso porque elas retratam momentos da nossa vida repleta de fases. Foi organizando algumas pastas com fotografias aqui no notebooke que notei que tenho uma foto significativa para cada dia desta primeira semana de 2012 (até hoje, claro).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Domingo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iyZND-A_NJ8/TwY2s61_6PI/AAAAAAAAAQw/okgC8cvamnY/s1600/MARCINHO.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="248" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iyZND-A_NJ8/TwY2s61_6PI/AAAAAAAAAQw/okgC8cvamnY/s320/MARCINHO.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Meu irmão e cúmplice&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Segunda&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uGgz48hohTI/TwY5RDtid-I/AAAAAAAAARU/rO0kQ5V8qN8/s1600/2012-01-05+21.56.09_filtered.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uGgz48hohTI/TwY5RDtid-I/AAAAAAAAARU/rO0kQ5V8qN8/s320/2012-01-05+21.56.09_filtered.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Testando a auriculoterapia para dormir (só cinco espetadinhas e funciona)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Terça&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-j0QOeNoe1QY/TwY2_w8i6vI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/oJfFq3jLtcs/s1600/mel.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-j0QOeNoe1QY/TwY2_w8i6vI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/oJfFq3jLtcs/s320/mel.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;A Mel tirando uma soneca no meu pé&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Quarta&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aYzz8rKPJr4/TwY6RxZ7xiI/AAAAAAAAARg/TrHzAxFixrQ/s1600/seomanga5.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aYzz8rKPJr4/TwY6RxZ7xiI/AAAAAAAAARg/TrHzAxFixrQ/s320/seomanga5.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Representação, mas faltou o Éver&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Hoje&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-43rvSbsf6Dc/TwY6hNp6LvI/AAAAAAAAARs/97iYDuhLibk/s1600/MA.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-43rvSbsf6Dc/TwY6hNp6LvI/AAAAAAAAARs/97iYDuhLibk/s320/MA.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Uma tarde de bagunça com o priminho&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;P.S.: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Acho que não nasci para ficar mais de um mês sem viajar. Eita, característica boa! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7459141427244034539-4506786763515542462?l=cantinhodaluceliazani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantinhodaluceliazani.blogspot.com/feeds/4506786763515542462/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cantinhodaluceliazani.blogspot.com/2012/01/retratos.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7459141427244034539/posts/default/4506786763515542462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7459141427244034539/posts/default/4506786763515542462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cantinhodaluceliazani.blogspot.com/2012/01/retratos.html' title='RETRATOS'/><author><name>Lucélia Zani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05343052955960234562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RgDFTsKZArA/TS-2rtcfaUI/AAAAAAAAABc/jn5UgJ-4khw/S220/DSC04478.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iyZND-A_NJ8/TwY2s61_6PI/AAAAAAAAAQw/okgC8cvamnY/s72-c/MARCINHO.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7459141427244034539.post-6892485887497516226</id><published>2012-01-04T14:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-04T14:31:12.083-08:00</updated><title type='text'>REPETECO</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Ad9HhbU1fN4/TwTS6HSlARI/AAAAAAAAAQk/AKsfGDtODyQ/s1600/cardoso-moreira1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Ad9HhbU1fN4/TwTS6HSlARI/AAAAAAAAAQk/AKsfGDtODyQ/s320/cardoso-moreira1.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cardoso Moreira - RJ (hoje)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Dias atrás editei a sonora de uma voluntária aqui de Araçatuba que foi  até o Rio de Janeiro para ajudar as vítimas dos desastres causados  pela chuva no estado. Ela conta que, durante o restante do ano, crianças  choravam toda vez que começava a cair alguns pingos de chuva.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;A experiência vivida por ela foi há  dois anos, mas todo mês de janeiro a tragédia ANUNCIADA se repete. São milhares de desabrigados, viúvos, orfãos, pessoas que ficam sem nada e ninguém e são obrigadas a recomeçar sem ao menos saber por onde.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Nos jornais alguns assuntos se repetem todos os anos, tais como a correria para as compras na véspera do Natal ou dicas de sucos e alimentos para quem exagerou no consumo de bebida e comida durante o reveillon. São exemplos do que assistimos na TV, lemos em portais, jornais impressos e revistas, repetidamente nos últimos dias. No fim de 2012 e início de 2013 com certeza voltaremos a ver tudo de novo e, desejo de coração, que o caos causado pela falta de infraestrutura básica na vida de milhares de cariocas, não torne a ser notícia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;O  contentamento gerado pela pacificação na comunidade da Rocinha cai por terra, literalmente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;P.S.: Eu cotchoco, tu cotchocas..."Eu não mudo por ninguém, mas melhoro por quem merece."&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/7459141427244034539-6892485887497516226?l=cantinhodaluceliazani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantinhodaluceliazani.blogspot.com/feeds/6892485887497516226/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cantinhodaluceliazani.blogspot.com/2012/01/repeteco.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7459141427244034539/posts/default/6892485887497516226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7459141427244034539/posts/default/6892485887497516226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cantinhodaluceliazani.blogspot.com/2012/01/repeteco.html' title='REPETECO'/><author><name>Lucélia Zani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05343052955960234562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RgDFTsKZArA/TS-2rtcfaUI/AAAAAAAAABc/jn5UgJ-4khw/S220/DSC04478.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Ad9HhbU1fN4/TwTS6HSlARI/AAAAAAAAAQk/AKsfGDtODyQ/s72-c/cardoso-moreira1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7459141427244034539.post-8832505364284660621</id><published>2012-01-03T14:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-04T14:39:34.499-08:00</updated><title type='text'>DOIS EM UM</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JuSuuBRZ0a4/TwOBV9aV1tI/AAAAAAAAAQY/z3fBPXVX3Qo/s1600/piscina.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JuSuuBRZ0a4/TwOBV9aV1tI/AAAAAAAAAQY/z3fBPXVX3Qo/s320/piscina.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Foto alegre para combinar com o estado de espírito&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;O dia começa cinza, apesar do sol forte de verão que acordou cedo e cheio de energia. A sensação dificilmente seria outra para quem conseguiu adormecer por apenas três horas e teve a mente atormentada por pesadelos sem sentido aparente. A sequência seguinte manteve o mesmo ritmo sem cor, a moto quebrou e o compromisso com o trabalho começou depois do horário de costume.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;O que não esperava era que pequenas agulhas na orelha e duas horas de massagem relaxante pudessem transformar um ser com energias em excesso em uma pessoa tranquila e mais mole que bumbum com celulite. Para fechar o dia com astral oposto ao do início, teve ligação de pessoa importante e com vontade de dizer que sente saudade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Agradecida, com a mente vazia e a sensação de ter tido dois dias em um, terei como destino final a cama com cheirinho de hidratante, onde os sonhos são muito benvindos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;P.S.: "Disciplina é liberdade, compaixão é fortaleza. Ter bondade é ter coragem." - Renato Russo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&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/7459141427244034539-8832505364284660621?l=cantinhodaluceliazani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantinhodaluceliazani.blogspot.com/feeds/8832505364284660621/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cantinhodaluceliazani.blogspot.com/2012/01/dois-em-um.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7459141427244034539/posts/default/8832505364284660621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7459141427244034539/posts/default/8832505364284660621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cantinhodaluceliazani.blogspot.com/2012/01/dois-em-um.html' title='DOIS EM UM'/><author><name>Lucélia Zani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05343052955960234562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RgDFTsKZArA/TS-2rtcfaUI/AAAAAAAAABc/jn5UgJ-4khw/S220/DSC04478.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JuSuuBRZ0a4/TwOBV9aV1tI/AAAAAAAAAQY/z3fBPXVX3Qo/s72-c/piscina.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7459141427244034539.post-3730744753284621626</id><published>2012-01-02T18:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-02T18:31:26.512-08:00</updated><title type='text'>EMPATE</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MXJodqLzLXA/TwJn5yI-xUI/AAAAAAAAAQE/CTHBj7sx0NY/s1600/11070407.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MXJodqLzLXA/TwJn5yI-xUI/AAAAAAAAAQE/CTHBj7sx0NY/s320/11070407.jpg" width="250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Dia igual água com açúcar, com vontade gritante de ter o direito de ser frágil e com falta de abraços daqueles que a gente recebe quando faz aniversário.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; Como diria um homem sábio, que ainda não aprendeu a usar o que sabe para ele mesmo, hoje foi uma partida para jogar pelo empate. Não levantei da cama almejando a vitória e, por isso, o empate já foi de bom tamanho.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Não falta motivo para sorrir e muito menos para acreditar. O tanque de combustível está cheio, a marcha está engatada, mas ainda falta...Faltam até mesmo as palavras para expressar e restam somente as metáforas vazias para exteriorizar. Não importa, a riqueza só é vista por quem sabe enxergar além.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; Eu só queria que amanhã, independentemente de qualquer coisa, nascesse um novo sol. Desta vez mais brilhante do que hoje e que, assim, eu esqueça a falta que hoje teima em viver em mim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;P.S.: Que o shiatsu de amanhã traga a paz de espírito que eu preciso.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&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/7459141427244034539-3730744753284621626?l=cantinhodaluceliazani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantinhodaluceliazani.blogspot.com/feeds/3730744753284621626/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cantinhodaluceliazani.blogspot.com/2012/01/empate.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7459141427244034539/posts/default/3730744753284621626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7459141427244034539/posts/default/3730744753284621626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cantinhodaluceliazani.blogspot.com/2012/01/empate.html' title='EMPATE'/><author><name>Lucélia Zani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05343052955960234562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RgDFTsKZArA/TS-2rtcfaUI/AAAAAAAAABc/jn5UgJ-4khw/S220/DSC04478.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MXJodqLzLXA/TwJn5yI-xUI/AAAAAAAAAQE/CTHBj7sx0NY/s72-c/11070407.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7459141427244034539.post-7912897966373866015</id><published>2011-12-29T18:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-29T18:57:24.175-08:00</updated><title type='text'>PAZ SAGEM</title><content type='html'>&lt;div id="div_letra"&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qT2lDcckIf4/Tv0h5YdiuKI/AAAAAAAAAPg/X3dZR9zxips/s1600/2011-12-29+12.50.55.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qT2lDcckIf4/Tv0h5YdiuKI/AAAAAAAAAPg/X3dZR9zxips/s320/2011-12-29+12.50.55.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Dar e receber respeitando as diferenças&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;"Se alguém quiser servir a paz&lt;br /&gt;Amar o bem, fazer feliz&lt;br /&gt;E acender no mundo a mansidão&lt;br /&gt;Terá que começar dentro da pele&lt;br /&gt;Com o pé no chão...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;E transformar a realidade em sonho&lt;br /&gt;E conhecer o seu real tamanho&lt;br /&gt;E prosseguir em busca do seu Sol&lt;br /&gt;Que quem nasceu da luz&lt;br /&gt;Não tem medo do escuro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Fazer o céu no próprio coração&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;  Saber perder, saber pedir perdão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;  E conhecer a música do amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Vn5zAZ7LWVw/Tv0mOB4lawI/AAAAAAAAAP4/-laJbcNg7P4/s1600/ELA.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Vn5zAZ7LWVw/Tv0mOB4lawI/AAAAAAAAAP4/-laJbcNg7P4/s320/ELA.jpg" width="275" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Além dos muros&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;E seja como for&lt;br /&gt;Olhar além dos muros&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;E descobrir o dom de ser humano&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;  E se abrir, crescer com os desenganos&lt;br /&gt;Querer a paz é mais do que dizer&lt;br /&gt;É mais que parecer&lt;br /&gt;A paz não é o futuro&lt;br /&gt;É um jeito de ser...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;E conhecer a música do amor&lt;br /&gt;E seja como for&lt;br /&gt;Olhar além dos muros&lt;br /&gt;E descobrir o dom de ser humano&lt;br /&gt;E se abrir, crescer com os desenganos&lt;br /&gt;Querer a paz é mais do que dizer&lt;br /&gt;É mais que parecer&lt;br /&gt;A paz não é o futuro&lt;br /&gt;É um jeito de ser..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;(Plínio Oliveira) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;P.S.:&amp;nbsp; Esse vai ser o primeiro dos meus vinte e cinco anos que não vou fazer a passagem de um ano para outro vestida de branco, mas o que mais desejo para mim, para todos os meus queridos e para quem precisa, é a paz de espírito.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt; Com ela é possível viver um dia de cada vez e com sabedoria.&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/7459141427244034539-7912897966373866015?l=cantinhodaluceliazani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantinhodaluceliazani.blogspot.com/feeds/7912897966373866015/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cantinhodaluceliazani.blogspot.com/2011/12/paz-sagem.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7459141427244034539/posts/default/7912897966373866015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7459141427244034539/posts/default/7912897966373866015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cantinhodaluceliazani.blogspot.com/2011/12/paz-sagem.html' title='PAZ SAGEM'/><author><name>Lucélia Zani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05343052955960234562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RgDFTsKZArA/TS-2rtcfaUI/AAAAAAAAABc/jn5UgJ-4khw/S220/DSC04478.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qT2lDcckIf4/Tv0h5YdiuKI/AAAAAAAAAPg/X3dZR9zxips/s72-c/2011-12-29+12.50.55.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7459141427244034539.post-3101751251611147751</id><published>2011-12-27T17:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-04T14:41:40.014-08:00</updated><title type='text'>EU RE-CICLO, TU RE-CICLAS, ELE RE-CICLA</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--9C38NbJa-I/TvpTjTKT4WI/AAAAAAAAAPM/eS9Mp-WqfDs/s1600/fogo_artificio.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--9C38NbJa-I/TvpTjTKT4WI/AAAAAAAAAPM/eS9Mp-WqfDs/s320/fogo_artificio.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Contei a um amigo muito querido de Ribeirão Preto (a quem devo visita, pra variar) que não gosto muito do Reveillon por conta dos hábitos que estão ligados a data, os quais aprendemos ainda na infância. Não me refiro às simpatia ou superstições, até porque respeito todas elas, apesar de nunca ter usado calcinha roxa, azul, vermelha e muito menos ter guardado caroços de romã ou pulado ondas do mar. O que causa incômodo é que quando o início de um ano começa a se aproximar sempre somos questionados de quais são as nossas metas para o próximo. Não gosto de ter data marcada ou pretexto para fazer um belo balanço do que fiz ou deixei de fazer e muito menos do que preciso ou pretendo colocar em prática ou mudar. Gosto de mudar sempre.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Não preciso nem quero esperar a semana passar para colocar a mão na massa. No ano que se despede passei por diversas mudanças e, apesar das dificuldades, todas foram positivas. Em 2012 quero continuar alterando o que preciso sem que isso esteja em uma lista traçada na última semana de 2011. Sei que vou continuar com a terapia ocupacional (shiatsu para o corpo e auriculoterapia são fenomenais para que a carcaça e a mente estejam mais próximos do equilíbrio). Também irei continuar praticando atividade física para compensar a cervejinha gelada e não abro mão de ir a shows e cantarolar MPB enquanto os músicos olham agradecidos por ver o retorno de alguém que eles sequer conhecem. Também quero continuar tentando me livrar das mágoas e ter rotinas, que de rotina tenham somente o nome.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;E os amigos, ah, quero continuar cuidando de cada um deles de perto, mesmo que fisicamente alguns estejam distantes. Também não abro mão de trabalhar de bom humor diariamente e continuar ignorando quem anda sempre de mal com a vida. Quero continuar tendo o dom de agradar as crianças que me olham como se eu fosse uma tia que dá dinheiro para a compra de chicletes (não faço isso, só para constar).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Claro que devo acrescentar muito mais a tudo isso, mas não importa quando vai ser. Não vale devorar a geladeira toda no domingo só porque no dia seguinte você pretende começar uma dieta. O que muda é que você estará acrescentando ainda mais quilos para serem eliminados.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;Deixemos os milagres para Jesus. Somos os braços de Deus e precisamos fazer a nossa parte. Todo recomeço traz amadurecimento e leveza. E toda mudança começa por dentro e por meio das nossas escolhas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;Que o ano de cada um de vocês comece com o pé direito e que não falte vontade de fazer a diferença boa nas nossas vidas e nas alheias também.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;P.S.: "Hey, mãe já não esquento a cabeça. Durante muito tempo era só o que eu podia fazer."&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/7459141427244034539-3101751251611147751?l=cantinhodaluceliazani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantinhodaluceliazani.blogspot.com/feeds/3101751251611147751/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cantinhodaluceliazani.blogspot.com/2011/12/eu-re-ciclo-tu-re-ciclas-ele-re-cicla.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7459141427244034539/posts/default/3101751251611147751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7459141427244034539/posts/default/3101751251611147751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cantinhodaluceliazani.blogspot.com/2011/12/eu-re-ciclo-tu-re-ciclas-ele-re-cicla.html' title='EU RE-CICLO, TU RE-CICLAS, ELE RE-CICLA'/><author><name>Lucélia Zani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05343052955960234562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RgDFTsKZArA/TS-2rtcfaUI/AAAAAAAAABc/jn5UgJ-4khw/S220/DSC04478.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--9C38NbJa-I/TvpTjTKT4WI/AAAAAAAAAPM/eS9Mp-WqfDs/s72-c/fogo_artificio.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7459141427244034539.post-7991835551888989466</id><published>2011-12-18T16:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-18T16:15:35.916-08:00</updated><title type='text'>É PRECISO SABER VIVER</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dF75G0T50VY/Tu6CGOGdgRI/AAAAAAAAAPA/56Ck7WhItWo/s1600/controle_remoto.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="211" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dF75G0T50VY/Tu6CGOGdgRI/AAAAAAAAAPA/56Ck7WhItWo/s320/controle_remoto.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Depois de um fim de semana com a programação composta por diversão, imprevisto, ousadia,&amp;nbsp; muito carinho de criança, família e, ao contrário&amp;nbsp; de tudo isso, baixo astral chegado por motivo específico enquanto o Fantástico anunciava a chegada de mais uma segunda-feira; decidi que é hora de pegar o controle remoto nas mãos e mudar de canal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;Afinal de contas, quem escolhe assistir "Programa do Gugu" já sabe que deve esperar como resultado o&amp;nbsp; tédio, do mesmo modo que quem opta por ver os canais adultos prevê que vai ficar excitado. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;Eu quero canais que não vão tirar a minha paz e a minha tranquilidade conquistadas bravamente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;P.S.: Determinação interna: simplificar sempre. "Num domingo qualquer, qualquer hora. Ventania em qualquer direção. Sei que nada será como antes, amanhã."&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/7459141427244034539-7991835551888989466?l=cantinhodaluceliazani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantinhodaluceliazani.blogspot.com/feeds/7991835551888989466/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cantinhodaluceliazani.blogspot.com/2011/12/e-preciso-saber-viver.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7459141427244034539/posts/default/7991835551888989466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7459141427244034539/posts/default/7991835551888989466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cantinhodaluceliazani.blogspot.com/2011/12/e-preciso-saber-viver.html' title='É PRECISO SABER VIVER'/><author><name>Lucélia Zani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05343052955960234562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RgDFTsKZArA/TS-2rtcfaUI/AAAAAAAAABc/jn5UgJ-4khw/S220/DSC04478.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dF75G0T50VY/Tu6CGOGdgRI/AAAAAAAAAPA/56Ck7WhItWo/s72-c/controle_remoto.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7459141427244034539.post-9190087632537675486</id><published>2011-12-16T10:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-16T10:23:25.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'>MEU AMIGO SECRETO É...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jwz-TNE2bcE/TuuMgK2sVLI/AAAAAAAAAO4/6vI_IqPX3Fs/s1600/presente_grego.jpg.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" oda="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jwz-TNE2bcE/TuuMgK2sVLI/AAAAAAAAAO4/6vI_IqPX3Fs/s1600/presente_grego.jpg.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Pois é, meus caros, chegou a bendita época dos amigos secretos. Só de ouvir falar no nome dessa brincadeira já começo a sentir coceira. Sejamos sinceros, vai. Quem é que saiu satisfeito e feliz em pelo menos 20% das vezes que participou de um deles? A ideia, quando usada entre familiares, ainda é aceitável, já que todo mundo recebe presente e você evita filas e gastos na véspera do Natal para garantir a lembrancinha para todos os parentes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Quando sou convidada para participar de um amigo secreto entre colegas de trabalho, consigo até elencar dentro da minha cabeça uma vasta lista com motivos para recusar o convite. Resolvi dividí-las aqui no blog, já que você deve concordar com ao menos uma delas:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;1 - O nome do&amp;nbsp;amigo secreto que cai na nossa mão, na maioria das vezes, é a pessoa com quem trocamos no máximo cumprimentos cordiais de bom dia, boa tarde ou boa noite. A situação ainda pode piorar quando o seu santo não bate com o do "amiguinho" em questão;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;2 - Se você não conhece o mínimo do bendito colega, como vai ser capaz de acertar na escolha do presente?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;3 - O termo "secreto" passou a ser meramente decorativo,&amp;nbsp; porque logo depois do sorteio todos começam as tentativas de adivinhar quem o colega ao lado tirou (até conseguir, é claro);&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;4 - Com o passar do tempo o jeitinho brasileiro passou a ser usado até na tal brincadeira. Os papéis com os nomes acabam, algumas vezes, sendo trocados logo após o sorteio;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;5 - É desanimador queimar a cuca para pensar num presente que agrade, usar o horário do almoço para a compra e sempre achar produtos com preços mais caros que o estipulado entre o grupo;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;6 - Na hora da entrega do presente é chato pensar em características que descrevam o colega sem ter que mentir e ao mesmo tempo tentando evitar que ele seja motivo de sarro para os colegas;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;7 - O presente que recebemos dificilmente irá arrancar um sorriso sincero do seu rosto, apesar daquilo que foi citado no ítem cinco;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;8 - Sempre tem alguém que, por conta de um imprevisto, acaba faltando na festa de entrega e um coitado fica sem o tão precioso presente;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;9 - E tem aquele sortudo que poderia até jogar na Mega Sena, é o que tira o chefe no sorteio. Ah, esse vai gastar boa parte do décimo terceiro no presente;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;10&amp;nbsp;- Como se tudo isso não fosse ruim o suficiente, ainda inventaram a versão sacaninha, o inimigo secreto, no qual você participa e gasta dinheiro para ser satirizado com presentes inconvientes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Agora vai dizer que nada disso aconteceu com você?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;P.S.: &lt;span class="messageBody" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:3}"&gt;Ter como aconchego um sorriso amigo, que acrescenta, divide, se deixa fazer sorrir e faz rir é um dos motivos que faz os aprendizados da vida valerem a pena. Desse jeito é facil andar paralelamente com otimismo e bom humor. Enquanto todo mundo espera pela sexta, eu tento aproveitar a semana inteira do meu jeitinho, dia após dia!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7459141427244034539-9190087632537675486?l=cantinhodaluceliazani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantinhodaluceliazani.blogspot.com/feeds/9190087632537675486/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cantinhodaluceliazani.blogspot.com/2011/12/meu-amigo-secreto-e.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7459141427244034539/posts/default/9190087632537675486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7459141427244034539/posts/default/9190087632537675486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cantinhodaluceliazani.blogspot.com/2011/12/meu-amigo-secreto-e.html' title='MEU AMIGO SECRETO É...'/><author><name>Lucélia Zani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05343052955960234562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RgDFTsKZArA/TS-2rtcfaUI/AAAAAAAAABc/jn5UgJ-4khw/S220/DSC04478.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jwz-TNE2bcE/TuuMgK2sVLI/AAAAAAAAAO4/6vI_IqPX3Fs/s72-c/presente_grego.jpg.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7459141427244034539.post-1939296637394614187</id><published>2011-12-11T17:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-11T17:49:48.866-08:00</updated><title type='text'>RELACIONAMENTO COM O MUNDO</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Ela estava ali deitada e, apesar do avançado da hora, se encontrava mais pensativa que sonolenta. Não seria novidade, já que dormir cedo nunca foi um hábito durante quase todos os seus vinte e tantos anos. Mas os pensamentos eram o que a incomodava.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-I1ASfDLo7Ew/TuVddIqIUfI/AAAAAAAAAOw/6Ex_STKHuh4/s1600/larinha.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-I1ASfDLo7Ew/TuVddIqIUfI/AAAAAAAAAOw/6Ex_STKHuh4/s320/larinha.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Queria silenciar, calar as ideias e, principalmente as perguntas; em vez disso, refletia sobre duas questões importantes para ela. Por que é que tem sido tão comum encontrar mulheres que não conseguem nascerem mães quando o próprio filho deixa o seu ventre? Onde está o tal do instinto materno? Como olhar para um ser pequenino que traz na face traços semelhantes ao seu e não querer estar o tempo todo presente, assumir as responsabilidades, querer proteger e, além disso ser agraciada com momentos singulares? - perguntava ela.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; Ela nem tinha filhos, mas o instinto materno aflorado, resultado do passar dos anos, a tornava ignorante para aceitar mães que se permitem colocar a todo tempo em lugar de importância superior ao que dá a quem representa o seu legado nessa vida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; Quando finalmente desistiu parar de refletir sobre tais questões, começou a pensar quais teriam sido os melhores dias de sua vida. Até sorriu sozinha depois de perceber que um dos melhores dias na época do tempo passado não foi encarado com otimismo. De repente começaram a brotar mais e mais lembranças e percebeu que o saldo da vida até agora tem sido positivo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;Com coração e mente silenciados, entregou-se ao sono, que acabara de chegar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt; E para você, quais foram os melhores momentos da sua existência? Já parou para pensar? Vale a pena!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;P.S.: Confusa.&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/7459141427244034539-1939296637394614187?l=cantinhodaluceliazani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantinhodaluceliazani.blogspot.com/feeds/1939296637394614187/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cantinhodaluceliazani.blogspot.com/2011/12/relacionamento-com-o-mundo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7459141427244034539/posts/default/1939296637394614187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7459141427244034539/posts/default/1939296637394614187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cantinhodaluceliazani.blogspot.com/2011/12/relacionamento-com-o-mundo.html' title='RELACIONAMENTO COM O MUNDO'/><author><name>Lucélia Zani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05343052955960234562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RgDFTsKZArA/TS-2rtcfaUI/AAAAAAAAABc/jn5UgJ-4khw/S220/DSC04478.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-I1ASfDLo7Ew/TuVddIqIUfI/AAAAAAAAAOw/6Ex_STKHuh4/s72-c/larinha.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7459141427244034539.post-7333488238335539735</id><published>2011-12-10T08:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-10T08:27:38.162-08:00</updated><title type='text'>OPINIÃO PRÓPRIA</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-368YPN73J20/TuOFrLTSnBI/AAAAAAAAAOo/QtBZVKG3CTM/s1600/autoconfianca.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="192" mda="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-368YPN73J20/TuOFrLTSnBI/AAAAAAAAAOo/QtBZVKG3CTM/s320/autoconfianca.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-language: PT-BR;"&gt;"Existia um lenhador que acordava às 6 h da manhã e trabalhava o dia inteiro cortando lenha, e só parava tarde da noite. Esse lenhador tinha uma linda filhinha Ágatha, de 6 anos e uma raposa, sua amiga, a qual tratava como bicho de estimação e era de sua total confiança.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-language: PT-BR;"&gt;Todos os dias o lenhador ia trabalhar e deixava a raposa brincando com sua filhinha. Todas as noites, ao retornar do trabalho, a raposa ficava feliz com sua chegada. Os vizinhos do lenhador alertavam que a raposa era um bicho, um animal selvagem e,&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;portanto, não era confiável. Quando ela sentisse fome, devoraria a criança. O lenhador, sempre retrucando com os vizinhos, falava que isso era uma grande bobagem, que a raposa era sua amiga e jamais faria isso. Os vizinhos insistiam: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-language: PT-BR;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-language: PT-BR;"&gt;- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-language: PT-BR;"&gt;Lenhador, abra os olhos! A raposa vai devorar sua filhinha. &amp;nbsp;Quando sentir fome comerá sua filhinha! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-language: PT-BR;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-language: PT-BR;"&gt;Um dia o lenhador, muito exausto do trabalho e muito cansado desses comentários, ao chegar em casa, viu a raposa abanando a cauda, feliz como sempre, e com a boca totalmente ensanguentada. O lenhador suou frio e, sem pensar duas vezes, acertou o machado na cabeça da raposa. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-language: PT-BR;"&gt;Ao entrar no quarto, desesperado, encontrou sua filhinha no berço, dormindo tranquilamente, e ao lado do berço uma cobra gigante, morta. O lenhador enterrou o machado e a raposa juntos.&amp;nbsp; E chorou.&amp;nbsp; Chorou&amp;nbsp;. Chorou muito.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-language: PT-BR;"&gt;MORAL DA HISTÓRIA:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-language: PT-BR;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-language: PT-BR;"&gt;Se você confia em alguém, não importa o que os outros pensam e dizem a respeito, siga sempre o seu caminho e não se deixe influenciar, mas principalmente nunca tome decisões precipitadas. A grandeza não consiste em receber honras, mas em merecê-las. &amp;nbsp;Quem vai pela cabeça dos outros é piolho."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-language: PT-BR;"&gt;P.S.: Tempestade+tempo+aprendizagem = bonança!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7459141427244034539-7333488238335539735?l=cantinhodaluceliazani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantinhodaluceliazani.blogspot.com/feeds/7333488238335539735/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cantinhodaluceliazani.blogspot.com/2011/12/opiniao-propria.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7459141427244034539/posts/default/7333488238335539735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7459141427244034539/posts/default/7333488238335539735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cantinhodaluceliazani.blogspot.com/2011/12/opiniao-propria.html' title='OPINIÃO PRÓPRIA'/><author><name>Lucélia Zani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05343052955960234562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RgDFTsKZArA/TS-2rtcfaUI/AAAAAAAAABc/jn5UgJ-4khw/S220/DSC04478.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-368YPN73J20/TuOFrLTSnBI/AAAAAAAAAOo/QtBZVKG3CTM/s72-c/autoconfianca.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7459141427244034539.post-9183671756616751287</id><published>2011-12-07T17:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-07T17:15:15.767-08:00</updated><title type='text'>PÁGINA</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3FxkjjGEWok/TuAPdaswx0I/AAAAAAAAAOg/lB-x_pd_x_M/s1600/DSC01836.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3FxkjjGEWok/TuAPdaswx0I/AAAAAAAAAOg/lB-x_pd_x_M/s320/DSC01836.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;Uma cama enorme abriga dois corpos que, de tão próximos, ambos os ouvidos podem escutar os corações pulsarem em ritmo acelerado e constante. Nada além do bombear do sangue pelo órgão dos apaixonados emite som.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;A claridade vem apenas da tela do televisor, onde um filme, tão doce quanto xarope para criança, roda sem espectadores. O relógio na parede passa a ter função meramente decorativa, já que, agora, ninguém tem a preocupação de observá-lo.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;Ela gosta que os dedos dele deslizem entre os fios do seu cabelo colorido e ele relaxa enquanto ela percorre suas costas largas levemente com as unhas. As mentes se calam feito poltronas em dia de domingo.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;Cansada de virar páginas ela resolve deixar o livro marcado ali, porque pode ser que logo não haja mais folhas a serem passadas. Claro, pensa ela, todos os livros tem fim. E ele? Resolve fazer daquilo uma coleção inteira, repleta de páginas com cenas que só podem serem armazenadas na memória do coração.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;P.S.: Em dias ruins a borboleta não pode mais voltar a buscar proteção em seu casulo. Que amanhã tudo seja melhor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&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/7459141427244034539-9183671756616751287?l=cantinhodaluceliazani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantinhodaluceliazani.blogspot.com/feeds/9183671756616751287/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cantinhodaluceliazani.blogspot.com/2011/12/pagina.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7459141427244034539/posts/default/9183671756616751287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7459141427244034539/posts/default/9183671756616751287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cantinhodaluceliazani.blogspot.com/2011/12/pagina.html' title='PÁGINA'/><author><name>Lucélia Zani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05343052955960234562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RgDFTsKZArA/TS-2rtcfaUI/AAAAAAAAABc/jn5UgJ-4khw/S220/DSC04478.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3FxkjjGEWok/TuAPdaswx0I/AAAAAAAAAOg/lB-x_pd_x_M/s72-c/DSC01836.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7459141427244034539.post-6289483783694843316</id><published>2011-12-04T15:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-04T15:30:47.182-08:00</updated><title type='text'>DÚVIDAS, NOSSAS COMPANHEIRAS</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zjC-4wJ3c3U/TtwCg3GaRCI/AAAAAAAAAOY/z-vUBAbAhqc/s1600/PICT0274_filtered.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zjC-4wJ3c3U/TtwCg3GaRCI/AAAAAAAAAOY/z-vUBAbAhqc/s320/PICT0274_filtered.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Diversão de domingo no sítio&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Logo na infância começamos a vida cercados de dúvidas, de incertezas e da necessidade de respostas para decifrar aquilo que nos cerca.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Quando criança, cheguei a ser apelidada como "menina do piolho". Aqui em Araçatuba o termo significa alguém persistente, curioso. Eu era cheia dos pontos de interrogação. Queria saber a serventia de tudo, adorava ouvir a conversa dos adultos, ainda mais de fossem bem mais velhos e tivessem histórias de vida para contar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Já na adolescência, as dúvidas que chegam são as do autoconhecimento. Quem sou eu? Qual profissão devo escolher? Como é o primeiro beijo? Como decido meu voto político? Será que vou passar no exame de habilitação? Por que amar dói? Preciso mesmo aprender Química?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;No momento que a fase adulta chega e imaginamos que os questionamentos vão passar, eles apenas passam a ser outros, mas não nos abandonam. Apesar disso, certas das respostas chegam, geralmente em algum momento fulgaz ou doloroso e nós podemos usá-las com otimismo ou pessimismo. Acabamos percebendo que, com o passar dos anos, elas norteiam para onde vamos e moldam quem somos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Chega uma fase na qual percebemos que a capacidade de conviver com as dúvidas determinam o nosso grau de evolução e intelectualidade. Chegamos a conclusão de que nem tudo precisa ter ou tem resposta e, além disso, nem sempre estamos preparados para enxergá-las ou compreendê-las. Aceitar isso é viver em paz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;P.S.: Ouvindo a trilha do filme Central do Brasil, matando a saudade do piano e viajando por caminhos aos quais permiti que pouquíssimas pessoas estivessem comigo. Venha, segunda-feira. Não se demore porque 2012 tem pressa em chegar.&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/7459141427244034539-6289483783694843316?l=cantinhodaluceliazani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantinhodaluceliazani.blogspot.com/feeds/6289483783694843316/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cantinhodaluceliazani.blogspot.com/2011/12/duvidas-nossas-companheiras.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7459141427244034539/posts/default/6289483783694843316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7459141427244034539/posts/default/6289483783694843316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cantinhodaluceliazani.blogspot.com/2011/12/duvidas-nossas-companheiras.html' title='DÚVIDAS, NOSSAS COMPANHEIRAS'/><author><name>Lucélia Zani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05343052955960234562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RgDFTsKZArA/TS-2rtcfaUI/AAAAAAAAABc/jn5UgJ-4khw/S220/DSC04478.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zjC-4wJ3c3U/TtwCg3GaRCI/AAAAAAAAAOY/z-vUBAbAhqc/s72-c/PICT0274_filtered.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7459141427244034539.post-4624594527093282734</id><published>2011-11-30T10:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-30T10:19:54.411-08:00</updated><title type='text'>CICLO SEM FIM</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mXeIO95jRLo/TtZzTgJk7vI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/TapGu3MLX5w/s1600/05102009184.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mXeIO95jRLo/TtZzTgJk7vI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/TapGu3MLX5w/s320/05102009184.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Arraial do Cabo&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&amp;nbsp;"Desde o dia em que ao mundo chegamos&lt;br /&gt;Caminhamos ao rumo do sol&lt;br /&gt;Há mais coisas pra ver&lt;br /&gt;mais que a imaginação&lt;br /&gt;muito mais que o tempo permitir &lt;br /&gt;E são tantos caminhos pra se seguir&lt;br /&gt;e lugares pra se descobrir&lt;br /&gt;e o sol a girar sobre o azul deste céu&lt;br /&gt;nos mantém neste rio a fluir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É O Ciclo Sem Fim&lt;br /&gt;Que nos guiará&lt;br /&gt;a dor e a emoção&lt;br /&gt;pela fé e o amor&lt;br /&gt;até encontrar&lt;br /&gt;o nosso caminho&lt;br /&gt;neste ciclo, neste ciclo sem fim"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.: Essa letra da música de abertura do Rei Leão faz sentindo para muita gente, inclusive para mim, que assisti ao filme milhões de vezes e com muito gosto, &amp;nbsp;mas a postagem de hoje tem endereço específico. SE****!!! "Hoje é um novo dia de um novo tempo que começou..."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7459141427244034539-4624594527093282734?l=cantinhodaluceliazani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantinhodaluceliazani.blogspot.com/feeds/4624594527093282734/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cantinhodaluceliazani.blogspot.com/2011/11/ciclo-sem-fim.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7459141427244034539/posts/default/4624594527093282734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7459141427244034539/posts/default/4624594527093282734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cantinhodaluceliazani.blogspot.com/2011/11/ciclo-sem-fim.html' title='CICLO SEM FIM'/><author><name>Lucélia Zani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05343052955960234562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RgDFTsKZArA/TS-2rtcfaUI/AAAAAAAAABc/jn5UgJ-4khw/S220/DSC04478.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mXeIO95jRLo/TtZzTgJk7vI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/TapGu3MLX5w/s72-c/05102009184.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7459141427244034539.post-5073689839479780658</id><published>2011-11-28T14:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-28T15:01:02.080-08:00</updated><title type='text'>TEORIA DO CAOS</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-c_9qOFya9NA/TtQRM_onFZI/AAAAAAAAAOI/qvwweU5jcfU/s1600/2011-11-26+19.32.51.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-c_9qOFya9NA/TtQRM_onFZI/AAAAAAAAAOI/qvwweU5jcfU/s320/2011-11-26+19.32.51.jpg" width="181" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mudança gera mudança&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;A ideia principal da Teoria do Caos é de que pequenas mudanças aqui e agora podem gerar reflexos avassaladores no futuro. Atualmente, sempre que faço uma escolha ou mesmo tomo pequenas decisões diárias (como deixar o mau humor ou o estresse sob a cama, bemm escondido) penso em tal teoria.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;A maneira com a qual você irá levar o seu dia, a forma com que vai encarar o trabalho ou os amigos e pessoas com quem irá se relacionar são fatores determinantes para os próximos acontecimentos.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Eu sei bem a vida que quero e, por isso, aprendi a pensar antes de agir e, faço sim escolhas. Todos nós deveríamos fazer. Podemos atrasar a vida de quem cruza nosso caminho ou então fazer o bem à essa mesma pessoa. Vale lembrar que nem toda semente dá frutos, mas ao menos ela pode servir como alimento.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;P.S.: Mente e coração abertos para aprender e para viver.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt; Semana que vem tem mais viagem. Vamos que vamos! Essa sou eu.rs&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/7459141427244034539-5073689839479780658?l=cantinhodaluceliazani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantinhodaluceliazani.blogspot.com/feeds/5073689839479780658/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cantinhodaluceliazani.blogspot.com/2011/11/teoria-do-caos.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7459141427244034539/posts/default/5073689839479780658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7459141427244034539/posts/default/5073689839479780658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cantinhodaluceliazani.blogspot.com/2011/11/teoria-do-caos.html' title='TEORIA DO CAOS'/><author><name>Lucélia Zani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05343052955960234562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RgDFTsKZArA/TS-2rtcfaUI/AAAAAAAAABc/jn5UgJ-4khw/S220/DSC04478.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-c_9qOFya9NA/TtQRM_onFZI/AAAAAAAAAOI/qvwweU5jcfU/s72-c/2011-11-26+19.32.51.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7459141427244034539.post-3810766702775869420</id><published>2011-11-20T10:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-23T17:17:51.359-08:00</updated><title type='text'>DIVIDINDO</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gxQSaFfglxo/TslJT7gElsI/AAAAAAAAAN4/4HFUJgRk5qc/s1600/Imagem+189.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gxQSaFfglxo/TslJT7gElsI/AAAAAAAAAN4/4HFUJgRk5qc/s320/Imagem+189.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Coreografia na piscina.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;Quero dividir um dos textos de Robert Horn com vocês. Se tiver um tempinho, leia sobre a vida do autor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;Depois  de ter esclerose múltipla, o escritor perdeu todos os movimentos do  corpo, exceto o dos olhos. É uma lição e tanto e uma justificativa  incontestável para quem reclama aos baldes - como eu fazia há alguns  meses, por exemplo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;Espero, de coração, que os trechos que escolhi sejam tão proveitosos para vocês quanto foram para mim. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;"Estou convencido de que o que sobrou em mim tem maior valor do que aquilo que perdi. Acredito que as coisas que posso fazer são mais importantes do que aquelas que não posso. A chave para meu bem-estar psicológico é manter o foco naquilo que posso fazer, em minhas habilidades, do que em minhas deficiências e limitações. Ocupar-se com estas é se enlamear de dor e auto-piedade. Às vezes isso é, para mim, inevitável e até necessário. Mas concentrar-me em minhas habilidades é fazer um convite ao otimismo, à realização e às novas oportunidades."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_6BoGyo3pe8/TslKg3wLbTI/AAAAAAAAAOA/PkmPhzgYfgY/s1600/2011-11-06+18.10.54.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_6BoGyo3pe8/TslKg3wLbTI/AAAAAAAAAOA/PkmPhzgYfgY/s320/2011-11-06+18.10.54.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Priminhos no sítio&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt;"&gt; No mesmo texto Horn cita algo que leu de Charles Swindoll sobre atitude: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Quanto mais eu vivo, mais entendo o impacto da atitude na vida. Para mim, atitude é mais importante do que fatos. É mais importante do que o passado, do que cultura, do que dinheiro, do que as circunstâncias, do que os fracassos, do que os sucessos, do que aquilo que os outros possam fazer, dizer ou pensar. É mais importante do que a aparência, capacidade ou habilidades. Atitude é o que cria ou destrói uma empresa, uma igreja, um lar. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O incrível é que todos os dias podemos escolher a atitude que vamos adotar naquele dia. Não podemos alterar nosso passado. Não podemos mudar o fato de que as pessoas irão agir de uma certa maneira. Não podemos mudar o inevitável. A única coisa que podemos fazer é tocar com a única corda que temos, e esta é nossa atitude... Estou convencido de que a vida é 10% o que acontece comigo e 90% como eu reajo a isso."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;P.S.: Muito agradecida...Parte do maior objetivo material realizado e bom humor todos os dias (até quando é dia de plantão.rs). Descobri que acreditar é mesmo a melhor saída. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7459141427244034539-3810766702775869420?l=cantinhodaluceliazani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantinhodaluceliazani.blogspot.com/feeds/3810766702775869420/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cantinhodaluceliazani.blogspot.com/2011/11/dividindo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7459141427244034539/posts/default/3810766702775869420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7459141427244034539/posts/default/3810766702775869420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cantinhodaluceliazani.blogspot.com/2011/11/dividindo.html' title='DIVIDINDO'/><author><name>Lucélia Zani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05343052955960234562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RgDFTsKZArA/TS-2rtcfaUI/AAAAAAAAABc/jn5UgJ-4khw/S220/DSC04478.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gxQSaFfglxo/TslJT7gElsI/AAAAAAAAAN4/4HFUJgRk5qc/s72-c/Imagem+189.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7459141427244034539.post-90764249333608118</id><published>2011-11-18T11:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-18T11:12:55.083-08:00</updated><title type='text'>CAMINHANDO E CANTANDO</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1IW_By6ZOic/TsarVHY2EbI/AAAAAAAAANw/pfTSC2aOOm0/s1600/dj.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="296" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1IW_By6ZOic/TsarVHY2EbI/AAAAAAAAANw/pfTSC2aOOm0/s320/dj.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Brincando de DJ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;"Eu hoje joguei tanta coisa fora&lt;br /&gt;Eu vi o meu passado passar por mim&lt;br /&gt;Cartas e fotografias gente que foi embora&lt;br /&gt;A casa fica bem melhor assim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;O céu de ícaro tem mais poesia que o de galileu&lt;br /&gt;E lendo teus bilhetes, eu  lembro do  que fiz&lt;br /&gt;Querendo ver o mais distante e sem saber voar&lt;br /&gt;Desprezando as asas que você me deu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Tendo a lua aquela gravidade aonde o homem flutua&lt;br /&gt;Merecia a visita não de militares,&lt;br /&gt;Mas de bailarinos e de você e eu" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;(Os Paralamas do Sucesso)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;P.S.: Natal em Ribeirão Preto. Eita, coisa boa! - "Nada há de permanente, a não ser a mudança" - Heráclito.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7459141427244034539-90764249333608118?l=cantinhodaluceliazani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantinhodaluceliazani.blogspot.com/feeds/90764249333608118/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cantinhodaluceliazani.blogspot.com/2011/11/nada-ha-de-permanente-nao-ser-mudanca.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7459141427244034539/posts/default/90764249333608118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7459141427244034539/posts/default/90764249333608118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cantinhodaluceliazani.blogspot.com/2011/11/nada-ha-de-permanente-nao-ser-mudanca.html' title='CAMINHANDO E CANTANDO'/><author><name>Lucélia Zani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05343052955960234562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RgDFTsKZArA/TS-2rtcfaUI/AAAAAAAAABc/jn5UgJ-4khw/S220/DSC04478.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1IW_By6ZOic/TsarVHY2EbI/AAAAAAAAANw/pfTSC2aOOm0/s72-c/dj.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7459141427244034539.post-5583161030486885967</id><published>2011-11-15T08:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-15T08:52:53.446-08:00</updated><title type='text'>AÇÃO SEMPRE</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5bDyUcY-WXY/TsKYR2OoAfI/AAAAAAAAANg/NSDAVv4SLjo/s1600/2011-11-04+17.39.49.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5bDyUcY-WXY/TsKYR2OoAfI/AAAAAAAAANg/NSDAVv4SLjo/s320/2011-11-04+17.39.49.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Ação sempre gera reação, na mesma intensidade e em sentido contrário. Quando conseguirmos fazer com que a ação recebida gere outro tipo de ação (e não reação) mais suave e pensada, os resultados serão melhores.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;P.S.: Um dia de cada vez.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7459141427244034539-5583161030486885967?l=cantinhodaluceliazani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantinhodaluceliazani.blogspot.com/feeds/5583161030486885967/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cantinhodaluceliazani.blogspot.com/2011/11/acao-sempre.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7459141427244034539/posts/default/5583161030486885967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7459141427244034539/posts/default/5583161030486885967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cantinhodaluceliazani.blogspot.com/2011/11/acao-sempre.html' title='AÇÃO SEMPRE'/><author><name>Lucélia Zani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05343052955960234562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RgDFTsKZArA/TS-2rtcfaUI/AAAAAAAAABc/jn5UgJ-4khw/S220/DSC04478.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5bDyUcY-WXY/TsKYR2OoAfI/AAAAAAAAANg/NSDAVv4SLjo/s72-c/2011-11-04+17.39.49.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7459141427244034539.post-8443035839532426686</id><published>2011-11-07T17:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-07T17:23:09.983-08:00</updated><title type='text'>CRUMPRINDO AS PROMESSAS</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://2.gvt0.com/vi/T-Voosrie4o/0.jpg"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/T-Voosrie4o&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266"  src="http://www.youtube.com/v/T-Voosrie4o&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://1.gvt0.com/vi/1oNDo3osPT0/0.jpg"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/1oNDo3osPT0&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266"  src="http://www.youtube.com/v/1oNDo3osPT0&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://3.gvt0.com/vi/-Dni0yfB0VM/0.jpg"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/-Dni0yfB0VM&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266"  src="http://www.youtube.com/v/-Dni0yfB0VM&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;P.S.: Essas são algumas das matérias exibidas pela equipe do SBT Interior que consegui encontrar no Youtube para cumprir as promessas feitas aos amigos que moram longe. Por dia edito em média nove VTs, mas vale a pena cumprir com o meu dever de informar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;Não coloquei crédito por pura preguiça, mas os GCs estão nos vídeos, pessoal!&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/7459141427244034539-8443035839532426686?l=cantinhodaluceliazani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantinhodaluceliazani.blogspot.com/feeds/8443035839532426686/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cantinhodaluceliazani.blogspot.com/2011/11/crumprindo-as-promessas.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7459141427244034539/posts/default/8443035839532426686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7459141427244034539/posts/default/8443035839532426686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cantinhodaluceliazani.blogspot.com/2011/11/crumprindo-as-promessas.html' title='CRUMPRINDO AS PROMESSAS'/><author><name>Lucélia Zani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05343052955960234562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RgDFTsKZArA/TS-2rtcfaUI/AAAAAAAAABc/jn5UgJ-4khw/S220/DSC04478.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7459141427244034539.post-3313377115632025862</id><published>2011-11-06T17:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-18T11:15:53.157-08:00</updated><title type='text'>DESABAFO</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://1.gvt0.com/vi/PfkhHVRCYaE/0.jpg" height="266" width="320"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/PfkhHVRCYaE&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266"  src="http://www.youtube.com/v/PfkhHVRCYaE&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="commentBody" data-jsid="text"&gt;Nossas armas continuam sendo  câmeras, microfones e papéis. Infelizmente a morte de mais um jornalista durante trabalho em situação arriscada não vai passar de notícia.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="commentBody" data-jsid="text"&gt;Acordei assistindo a Record News e foi impossível não me colocar no  lugar do colega vítima da cidade que é tão linda quanto violenta. &lt;span class="text_exposed_show"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="commentBody" data-jsid="text"&gt;&lt;span class="text_exposed_show"&gt;Esse é o desabafo de uma pessoa que tem a caipirice na essência, mas que morou no Rio, trabalhou fazendo a cobertura de duas operações da polícia (por ingratidão do destino) e &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;viu de perto o risco que, nem mesmo a paixão pela profissão, faz valer a pena de ser encarado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;Em comum, todos nós jornalistas trabalhamos muito, na maioria das vezes, ganhamos pouco, temos a qualidade de vida comprometida mas, muito além de tudo isso, amamos o nosso trabalho. Vale a pena contribuir para que um corrupto pague o que deve, vale levar o sorriso à quem acorda pela manhã e lê aquela matéria descontraída sobre os velhinhos, vale informar que os infartos ocorrem mais às segundas-feiras. Em suma, vale ter a responsabilidade mais que importante de formar opinião e ter comprometimento social.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;O que o meu jeito de menina criada em cidade pequena me faz lembrar é que temos também família e sonhos. Voltar para casa depois da labuta ao final do dia não deveria ser lucro, mas o é para muitos colegas de profissão.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="commentBody" data-jsid="text"&gt;&lt;span class="text_exposed_show"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Será  que essa é mesmo a melhor forma de acompanhar o trabalho policial? Já  passou da hora de rever nossos conceitos.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="commentBody" data-jsid="text"&gt;&lt;span class="text_exposed_show"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;P.S.: Minha intuição nunca esteve tão incômoda. "Hora de aborrecimento ou desagrado, tempo de silêncio e oração" - Emmanuel - Chico Xavier.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7459141427244034539-3313377115632025862?l=cantinhodaluceliazani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantinhodaluceliazani.blogspot.com/feeds/3313377115632025862/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cantinhodaluceliazani.blogspot.com/2011/11/desabafo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7459141427244034539/posts/default/3313377115632025862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7459141427244034539/posts/default/3313377115632025862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cantinhodaluceliazani.blogspot.com/2011/11/desabafo.html' title='DESABAFO'/><author><name>Lucélia Zani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05343052955960234562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RgDFTsKZArA/TS-2rtcfaUI/AAAAAAAAABc/jn5UgJ-4khw/S220/DSC04478.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7459141427244034539.post-4813090289372647772</id><published>2011-11-04T11:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-04T11:49:26.248-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SAUDADE DO BEM...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Obv_LNDLogc/TrQyj8gZ-3I/AAAAAAAAANY/JjUh-Cvzv1I/s1600/branquinha.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Obv_LNDLogc/TrQyj8gZ-3I/AAAAAAAAANY/JjUh-Cvzv1I/s320/branquinha.JPG" width="310" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;"Sabe a vida? Então, ela continua. Sabe o tempo? Então, ele não para. Sabe a dor? Então, um dia ela passa."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Por mais que a gente cresça, algumas cenas da vida pela qual "escolhemos" passar vão continuar sem respostas convincentes. Pelo menos é assim que me sinto, às vezes, como uma criança que recebe uma explicação maquiada dos pais e tenta se contentar com aquilo que ouviu.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;A minha forma de calar a sede de entender, a fundo, tais questionamentos, é aceitar que eram situações realmente necessárias para contribuir comigo, com o outro e até mesmo com aqueles que participavam dos benefícios e aprendizados e sequer imaginavam.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;É claro que o clichê de que a vida continua vale para essas horas. Muitas vezes ela segue ainda melhor, mas a máxima é que a saudade daquilo que foi e deixou de ser acompanha o decorrer dos dias.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Uma das minhas saudades, por exemplo, é do meu avô generoso, que com os seus cabelinhos branquinhos, foi morar com o Papai do céu quando eu tinha apenas seis anos de idade. É verdade que me pergunto se teria orgulho da neta caso ele ainda estivesse por aqui. Também questiono o que mudaria na vida de uma pequena com o coração, cujo tamanho transparece involuntariamente pelo sorriso formado ainda por dentes de leite, se eu ainda estivesse por perto.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;O fato é que tanto o meu vôzinho quanto a princesinha a qual citei jamais vão perder o espaço que ocupam em mim, mesmo estando distantes para sempre dos meus olhos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;P.S.: "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Os discos, as danças os riscos da juventude. A cara limpa, a roupa suja&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt; esperando que o tempo mude. Nessa Terra de Gigantes..."&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/7459141427244034539-4813090289372647772?l=cantinhodaluceliazani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantinhodaluceliazani.blogspot.com/feeds/4813090289372647772/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cantinhodaluceliazani.blogspot.com/2011/11/saudade-do-bem.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7459141427244034539/posts/default/4813090289372647772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7459141427244034539/posts/default/4813090289372647772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cantinhodaluceliazani.blogspot.com/2011/11/saudade-do-bem.html' title='SAUDADE DO BEM...'/><author><name>Lucélia Zani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05343052955960234562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RgDFTsKZArA/TS-2rtcfaUI/AAAAAAAAABc/jn5UgJ-4khw/S220/DSC04478.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Obv_LNDLogc/TrQyj8gZ-3I/AAAAAAAAANY/JjUh-Cvzv1I/s72-c/branquinha.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7459141427244034539.post-4293546083444195774</id><published>2011-10-19T11:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-19T11:46:07.676-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WORK</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lBJ3SaxpwRM/Tp8ZPMqEgWI/AAAAAAAAAMk/o0JT7T2kSjw/s1600/2011-10-19+13.12.12.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lBJ3SaxpwRM/Tp8ZPMqEgWI/AAAAAAAAAMk/o0JT7T2kSjw/s320/2011-10-19+13.12.12.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;Essa semana completei três meses de trabalho no SBT Interior e no comecinho do mês que vem já serão quatro de retorno à Terrinha do Boi Gordo.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;O detalhe é que pratico corrida entre ilhas de edição durante horas seguidas e em cima do salto. Que o meu médico não leia a postagem de hoje. Vamos que vamos!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;P.S.: Nossa, esse Papai do céu é bom mesmo.&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/7459141427244034539-4293546083444195774?l=cantinhodaluceliazani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantinhodaluceliazani.blogspot.com/feeds/4293546083444195774/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cantinhodaluceliazani.blogspot.com/2011/10/work.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7459141427244034539/posts/default/4293546083444195774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7459141427244034539/posts/default/4293546083444195774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cantinhodaluceliazani.blogspot.com/2011/10/work.html' title='WORK'/><author><name>Lucélia Zani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05343052955960234562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RgDFTsKZArA/TS-2rtcfaUI/AAAAAAAAABc/jn5UgJ-4khw/S220/DSC04478.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lBJ3SaxpwRM/Tp8ZPMqEgWI/AAAAAAAAAMk/o0JT7T2kSjw/s72-c/2011-10-19+13.12.12.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7459141427244034539.post-8618840398984638061</id><published>2011-10-18T19:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-19T11:47:50.175-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SE O SEU CORAÇÃO TEM BURAQUINHOS...</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ziTT4t451Ts/Tp4154CFiOI/AAAAAAAAAMc/90BObRo28ZY/s1600/PICT0309.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="234" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ziTT4t451Ts/Tp4154CFiOI/AAAAAAAAAMc/90BObRo28ZY/s320/PICT0309.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Consideramos justa toda forma de amor&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Pergunta: Onde você se escondia durante esse tempo todo?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Resposta: Agora que você me achou quero passar o restante da minha vida contigo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;A reação? A gente censura!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;Mas fica o registro de uma das respostas mais bonitas e originais já ouvidas por esta geminiana (agora compreendida e inevitavelmente cheia de "melosidades").&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;P.S.: "Quando os meus sonhos vi desmoronar, me trouxestes outros pra recomeçar."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; - É, Papai do céu, estou muito agradecida, viu?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7459141427244034539-8618840398984638061?l=cantinhodaluceliazani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantinhodaluceliazani.blogspot.com/feeds/8618840398984638061/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cantinhodaluceliazani.blogspot.com/2011/10/se-o-seu-coracao-tem-buraquinhos.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7459141427244034539/posts/default/8618840398984638061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7459141427244034539/posts/default/8618840398984638061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cantinhodaluceliazani.blogspot.com/2011/10/se-o-seu-coracao-tem-buraquinhos.html' title='SE O SEU CORAÇÃO TEM BURAQUINHOS...'/><author><name>Lucélia Zani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05343052955960234562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RgDFTsKZArA/TS-2rtcfaUI/AAAAAAAAABc/jn5UgJ-4khw/S220/DSC04478.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ziTT4t451Ts/Tp4154CFiOI/AAAAAAAAAMc/90BObRo28ZY/s72-c/PICT0309.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7459141427244034539.post-8792211070802675108</id><published>2011-10-17T17:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-17T17:59:33.885-07:00</updated><title type='text'>TEMPO</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lTFntiZncfc/TpzMpeJP5BI/AAAAAAAAAMU/SBJ4mGpQry0/s1600/ruiva.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lTFntiZncfc/TpzMpeJP5BI/AAAAAAAAAMU/SBJ4mGpQry0/s320/ruiva.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Um bocadinho mais ruiva hoje&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;TEMPO (Legião Urbana)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Todos os dias quando acordo&lt;br /&gt;Não tenho mais&lt;br /&gt;O tempo que passou&lt;br /&gt;Mas tenho muito tempo&lt;br /&gt;Temos todo o tempo do mundo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Todos os dias&lt;br /&gt;Antes de dormir&lt;br /&gt;Lembro e esqueço&lt;br /&gt;Como foi o dia&lt;br /&gt;Sempre em frente&lt;br /&gt;Não temos tempo a perder...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Nosso suor sagrado&lt;br /&gt;É bem mais belo&lt;br /&gt;Que esse sangue amargo&lt;br /&gt;E tão sério&lt;br /&gt;E Selvagem! Selvagem!&lt;br /&gt;Selvagem!...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Veja o sol&lt;br /&gt;Dessa manhã tão cinza&lt;br /&gt;A tempestade que chega&lt;br /&gt;É da cor dos teus olhos&lt;br /&gt;Castanhos...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Então me abraça forte&lt;br /&gt;E diz mais uma vez&lt;br /&gt;Que já estamos&lt;br /&gt;Distantes de tudo&lt;br /&gt;Temos nosso próprio tempo&lt;br /&gt;Temos nosso próprio tempo&lt;br /&gt;Temos nosso próprio tempo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Não tenho medo do escuro&lt;br /&gt;Mas deixe as luzes&lt;br /&gt;Acesas agora&lt;br /&gt;O que foi escondido&lt;br /&gt;É o que se escondeu&lt;br /&gt;E o que foi prometido&lt;br /&gt;Ninguém prometeu&lt;br /&gt;Nem foi tempo perdido&lt;br /&gt;Somos tão jovens...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Tão Jovens! Tão Jovens!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;P.S.: Essa música me lembra uma partilha importante do passado e me faz pensar (com sorrisos no canto da boca) de algo recente e tão importante quanto. Passado em processo de cura, presente sendo vivido e futuro mais que sonhado!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7459141427244034539-8792211070802675108?l=cantinhodaluceliazani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantinhodaluceliazani.blogspot.com/feeds/8792211070802675108/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cantinhodaluceliazani.blogspot.com/2011/10/tempo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7459141427244034539/posts/default/8792211070802675108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7459141427244034539/posts/default/8792211070802675108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cantinhodaluceliazani.blogspot.com/2011/10/tempo.html' title='TEMPO'/><author><name>Lucélia Zani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05343052955960234562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RgDFTsKZArA/TS-2rtcfaUI/AAAAAAAAABc/jn5UgJ-4khw/S220/DSC04478.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lTFntiZncfc/TpzMpeJP5BI/AAAAAAAAAMU/SBJ4mGpQry0/s72-c/ruiva.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7459141427244034539.post-6226540233874969495</id><published>2011-10-15T12:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-15T12:21:45.047-07:00</updated><title type='text'>E O SALÁRIO, OH...</title><content type='html'>&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt; 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mso-ascii-theme-font:minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-theme-font:minor-fareast; mso-hansi-font-family:Calibri; mso-hansi-theme-font:minor-latin;}&lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Gosto muito dessa música porque ela descreve um método de estudo que, infelizmente, ainda é usado por alguns professores. Com alegria posso afirmar que foram pouquíssimos os educadores que usaram tal forma de ensino pelas salas de aula por onde passei. Feliz dia dos professores a todos os guerreiros que, apesar do salário e de n motivos para desanimar, não desistem do trabalho de plantar sementes nesse nosso mundinho azul.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://3.gvt0.com/vi/xgwQzprILM8/0.jpg"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/xgwQzprILM8&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266"  src="http://www.youtube.com/v/xgwQzprILM8&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;P.S.: Não sou chegada em sertanejo, mas essa música descreve o que quero dizer..."Eu não sei de onde vem essa força que me leva pra você."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7459141427244034539-6226540233874969495?l=cantinhodaluceliazani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantinhodaluceliazani.blogspot.com/feeds/6226540233874969495/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cantinhodaluceliazani.blogspot.com/2011/10/e-o-salario-oh.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7459141427244034539/posts/default/6226540233874969495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7459141427244034539/posts/default/6226540233874969495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cantinhodaluceliazani.blogspot.com/2011/10/e-o-salario-oh.html' title='E O SALÁRIO, OH...'/><author><name>Lucélia Zani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05343052955960234562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RgDFTsKZArA/TS-2rtcfaUI/AAAAAAAAABc/jn5UgJ-4khw/S220/DSC04478.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7459141427244034539.post-97028747555077114</id><published>2011-10-13T12:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-13T12:45:42.458-07:00</updated><title type='text'>JAYMEEE, QUERO MAIS!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QUo0kUsNuow/Tpc9Zz3ySZI/AAAAAAAAAL8/IvqXohz8M-A/s1600/aninha.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QUo0kUsNuow/Tpc9Zz3ySZI/AAAAAAAAAL8/IvqXohz8M-A/s1600/aninha.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;Valeu a espera de mais de uma hora na fila. Confesso que estou ficando velha e quase troquei a fila por um restaurante, mas aguardar rendeu recompensas...muita diversão, cupidagem e balanço do esqueleto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;P.S.: Finalmente academia na próxima quinta. 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Entre eles fazer com que pais saiam com os filhos para fazer atividades que, às vezes, pela nosso rotina capitalista acabe ficando esquecida. Outro motivo é o que me leva a escrever hoje...lembranças da infância.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NqXD3g8humE/TpYsBjajFHI/AAAAAAAAALk/d-ku9IKrGyk/s1600/Digitalizar0057.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NqXD3g8humE/TpYsBjajFHI/AAAAAAAAALk/d-ku9IKrGyk/s320/Digitalizar0057.jpg" width="310" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Com três aninhos&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Lembro de me sujar brincando de terrinha e na hora do  banho não querer lavar os pés. Tinha também o balanço...uma tábua e duas  cordas amarradas aos galhos de uma&amp;nbsp;enorme seringueira. Enquanto me  balançava, via minha avó e as panelas no fogão à lenha pela brecha da porta onde ficava a máquina de costura.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Não dá pra esquecer das cavalgadas no Branco (adivinhe a cor do  cavalo, se for capaz). No meio da tarde saíamos para recolher os ovos de  casca colorida e gema de cor forte para colocar no bolo. Ah, os bolos  de chocolate que pareciam demorar uma eternidade para assar, tamanha  ansiedade. Se bem que gostava mais de raspar o fundo da panela de  cobertura&amp;nbsp;a comer o bolo depois de pronto. Não era preciso dinheiro ou  um superplanejamento antecipado para que tudo aquilo acontecesse. Eram  as melhores férias do mundo.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Meu avô já não corre  atrás das galinhas só pra que eu possa segurar um pintinho nas mãos.  Hoje ele reclama de dor nas costas, ou diz que viu meu nome na TV e me  pergunta sobre o trabalho. Confesso que a emoção era bem maior quando  ele corria atrás das galinhas só pra paparicar a única neta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6QYZH_NuzZE/TpYsmqJmlwI/AAAAAAAAALs/A7Xx3yTi6Ew/s1600/Digitalizar0114.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6QYZH_NuzZE/TpYsmqJmlwI/AAAAAAAAALs/A7Xx3yTi6Ew/s320/Digitalizar0114.jpg" width="319" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Marcinho e eu&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Ainda ontem  meu irmão era tão pequenininho. Lembro-me de quando ele não sabia nem sequer  falar direito.Pedra, na linguagem dele, era “preda” e atravessar a rua  sozinho era uma missão e tanto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Meus priminhos, que de “inhos” já não tem mais nada, me assustam a  cada visita. Não param de crescer. Toda vez que os vejo, um filme me vem  à mente e o passado toma o lugar do futuro sem qualquer pedido prévio  de autorização. Passou tão rápido. Onde eu estava? O que fiz durante  esses anos todos? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Talvez seja em função do vício inconsciente de me ater demais aos  detalhes do passado que não podem mais ser mudados, ou me preocupar  demasiadamente com o que vai ocorrer lá na frente. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;No fim das contas, o quê deveria ser insignificante acabou ganhando  importância demais e é justamente assim que a gente se perde. Mas nem  tudo está perdido e como esgoelaria a&amp;nbsp; Rainha  dos Baixinhos, “tudo que eu quiser, eu vou tentar melhor do que já  fiz, esteja o meu destino onde estiver, eu vou buscar a sorte e ser  feliz”. Apesar dos contratempos, continuo e pretendo me manter uma eterna moleca.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TBDmGbc0KPE/TpYu6tk3hgI/AAAAAAAAAL0/Lpf5xufKbLM/s1600/balan%25C3%25A7o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TBDmGbc0KPE/TpYu6tk3hgI/AAAAAAAAAL0/Lpf5xufKbLM/s320/balan%25C3%25A7o.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;P.S.: Semana que vem tem academia. Preguiiiça antes mesmo de começar, mas só mais quatro quilinhos para completar a elminação dos 20kg.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7459141427244034539-3627515429920323338?l=cantinhodaluceliazani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantinhodaluceliazani.blogspot.com/feeds/3627515429920323338/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cantinhodaluceliazani.blogspot.com/2011/10/eterna-moleca.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7459141427244034539/posts/default/3627515429920323338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7459141427244034539/posts/default/3627515429920323338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cantinhodaluceliazani.blogspot.com/2011/10/eterna-moleca.html' title='ETERNA MOLECA'/><author><name>Lucélia Zani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05343052955960234562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RgDFTsKZArA/TS-2rtcfaUI/AAAAAAAAABc/jn5UgJ-4khw/S220/DSC04478.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NqXD3g8humE/TpYsBjajFHI/AAAAAAAAALk/d-ku9IKrGyk/s72-c/Digitalizar0057.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7459141427244034539.post-8704480127425613440</id><published>2011-10-11T12:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-13T12:57:48.422-07:00</updated><title type='text'>PAGANDO OS PECADOS</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OdXBia7ZFrM/TpSY1axqmBI/AAAAAAAAALc/j7_sbxKJxG0/s1600/fila.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OdXBia7ZFrM/TpSY1axqmBI/AAAAAAAAALc/j7_sbxKJxG0/s320/fila.jpg" width="235" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;Não dá para a população toda pagar o preço das reinvindicações que resultaram na greve dos bancários. As filas nas lotéricas estão imensas e em todas (TODAS) as agências bancárias as filas estão gigantes porque apenas alguns dos caixas eletrônicos estão em funcionamento. Se minha carteira já andava vazia antes, imagine agora.rs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;P.S.: Que venha o feriadooo! Ah é, escolhi o jornalismo. Bom, como disse um chefe por aí: "trabalhar de mais não mata, no máximo aleja." &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/7459141427244034539-8704480127425613440?l=cantinhodaluceliazani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantinhodaluceliazani.blogspot.com/feeds/8704480127425613440/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cantinhodaluceliazani.blogspot.com/2011/10/pagando-os-pecados.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7459141427244034539/posts/default/8704480127425613440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7459141427244034539/posts/default/8704480127425613440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cantinhodaluceliazani.blogspot.com/2011/10/pagando-os-pecados.html' title='PAGANDO OS PECADOS'/><author><name>Lucélia Zani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05343052955960234562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RgDFTsKZArA/TS-2rtcfaUI/AAAAAAAAABc/jn5UgJ-4khw/S220/DSC04478.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OdXBia7ZFrM/TpSY1axqmBI/AAAAAAAAALc/j7_sbxKJxG0/s72-c/fila.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7459141427244034539.post-3329866537551984160</id><published>2011-10-09T18:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-09T19:00:04.092-07:00</updated><title type='text'>OUVIR E SER OUVIDO...</title><content type='html'>&lt;h6 class="uiStreamMessage" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:1}"&gt;  &lt;/h6&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3ZJJcQQ7kP8/TpJOMxaCL5I/AAAAAAAAALY/iQHnGHVGzWQ/s1600/Imagem0095.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3ZJJcQQ7kP8/TpJOMxaCL5I/AAAAAAAAALY/iQHnGHVGzWQ/s320/Imagem0095.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Este é o João, usando a minha orelha&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;"O que as pessoas mais desejam é alguém que as escute de maneira calma e tranquila. Em silêncio. Sem dar conselhos. Sem que digam: 'Se eu fosse você'. A gente ama não é a pessoa que fala bonito. É a pessoa que escuta bonito. A fala só é bonita quando ela nasce de uma longa e silenciosa escuta. É na escuta que o amor começa. E é na não-escuta que ele termina. Não aprendi isso nos livros. Aprendi prestando atenção." - Rubem Alves.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;P.São.: Obrigada pelo ouvido, lindeza. E na entrevista de Rubem Alves na semana passada..."A boa memória é aquela que esquece o que não faz sentido". Como há gente insensível nesse mundo! Gente que é capaz de ouvir "acabei de receber a notícia de uma morte na família" e mesmo assim responder, "o problema é seu". Que mundo é esse onde vivemos, meu Deus? O que vale a pena nessa vida?&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/7459141427244034539-3329866537551984160?l=cantinhodaluceliazani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantinhodaluceliazani.blogspot.com/feeds/3329866537551984160/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cantinhodaluceliazani.blogspot.com/2011/10/ouvir-e-ser-ouvido.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7459141427244034539/posts/default/3329866537551984160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7459141427244034539/posts/default/3329866537551984160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cantinhodaluceliazani.blogspot.com/2011/10/ouvir-e-ser-ouvido.html' title='OUVIR E SER OUVIDO...'/><author><name>Lucélia Zani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05343052955960234562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RgDFTsKZArA/TS-2rtcfaUI/AAAAAAAAABc/jn5UgJ-4khw/S220/DSC04478.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3ZJJcQQ7kP8/TpJOMxaCL5I/AAAAAAAAALY/iQHnGHVGzWQ/s72-c/Imagem0095.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7459141427244034539.post-282019939146545297</id><published>2011-10-09T13:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-09T13:55:38.052-07:00</updated><title type='text'>QUANDO TUDO ESTÁ PERDIDO...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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text-align: center;"&gt;    &lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Quando tudo está perdido&lt;br /&gt;Sempre existe um caminho&lt;br /&gt;Quando tudo está perdido&lt;br /&gt;Sempre existe uma luz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Mas não me diga isso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Hoje a tristeza&lt;br /&gt;Não é passageira&lt;br /&gt;Hoje fiquei com febre&lt;br /&gt;A tarde inteira&lt;br /&gt;E quando chegar a noite&lt;br /&gt;Cada estrela&lt;br /&gt;Parecerá uma lágrima&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Queria ser como os outros&lt;br /&gt;E rir das desgraças da vida&lt;br /&gt;Ou fingir estar sempre bem&lt;br /&gt;Ver a leveza&lt;br /&gt;Das coisas com humor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Mas não me diga isso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;É só hoje e isso passa&lt;br /&gt;Só me deixe aqui quieto&lt;br /&gt;Isso passa&lt;br /&gt;Amanhã é um outro dia&lt;br /&gt;Não é?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Eu nem sei porque&lt;br /&gt;Me sinto assim&lt;br /&gt;Vem de repente um anjo&lt;br /&gt;Triste perto de mim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;E essa febre que não passa&lt;br /&gt;E meu sorriso sem graça&lt;br /&gt;Não me dê atenção&lt;br /&gt;Mas obrigado&lt;br /&gt;Por pensar em mim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Quando tudo está perdido&lt;br /&gt;Sempre existe uma luz&lt;br /&gt;Quando tudo está perdido&lt;br /&gt;Sempre existe um caminho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Quando tudo está perdido&lt;br /&gt;Eu me sinto tão sozinho&lt;br /&gt;Quando tudo está perdido&lt;br /&gt;Não quero mais ser&lt;br /&gt;Quem eu sou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Mas não me diga isso&lt;br /&gt;Não me dê atenção&lt;br /&gt;E obrigado&lt;br /&gt;Por pensar em mim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Não me diga isso&lt;br /&gt;Não me dê atenção&lt;br /&gt;E obrigado&lt;br /&gt;Por pensar em mim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;P.S.: Está acabando. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&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/7459141427244034539-282019939146545297?l=cantinhodaluceliazani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantinhodaluceliazani.blogspot.com/feeds/282019939146545297/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cantinhodaluceliazani.blogspot.com/2011/10/quando-tudo-esta-perdido.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7459141427244034539/posts/default/282019939146545297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7459141427244034539/posts/default/282019939146545297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cantinhodaluceliazani.blogspot.com/2011/10/quando-tudo-esta-perdido.html' title='QUANDO TUDO ESTÁ PERDIDO...'/><author><name>Lucélia Zani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05343052955960234562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RgDFTsKZArA/TS-2rtcfaUI/AAAAAAAAABc/jn5UgJ-4khw/S220/DSC04478.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7459141427244034539.post-2434256614736679946</id><published>2011-10-08T12:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-08T12:54:50.025-07:00</updated><title type='text'>NO CAMINHO</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iKzQeuDNtSU/TpCkWm4bvWI/AAAAAAAAALU/qkeBaQrXBy0/s1600/Dois+caminhos.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iKzQeuDNtSU/TpCkWm4bvWI/AAAAAAAAALU/qkeBaQrXBy0/s320/Dois+caminhos.jpg" width="259" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Casa é diferente de lar tão quanto dizer "o lugar onde moro" não é equivalente a&amp;nbsp; falar "o lugar onde vivo".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;P.S.: GPS recalculando rota.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7459141427244034539-2434256614736679946?l=cantinhodaluceliazani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantinhodaluceliazani.blogspot.com/feeds/2434256614736679946/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cantinhodaluceliazani.blogspot.com/2011/10/no-caminho.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7459141427244034539/posts/default/2434256614736679946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7459141427244034539/posts/default/2434256614736679946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cantinhodaluceliazani.blogspot.com/2011/10/no-caminho.html' title='NO CAMINHO'/><author><name>Lucélia Zani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05343052955960234562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RgDFTsKZArA/TS-2rtcfaUI/AAAAAAAAABc/jn5UgJ-4khw/S220/DSC04478.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iKzQeuDNtSU/TpCkWm4bvWI/AAAAAAAAALU/qkeBaQrXBy0/s72-c/Dois+caminhos.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7459141427244034539.post-7608776724392686471</id><published>2011-10-06T13:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-06T13:18:25.373-07:00</updated><title type='text'>PREOCUPAÇÕES, PRA QUE AS QUERO?</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ouJAxADan2U/To4Mo_LNZrI/AAAAAAAAALQ/cVkLXw6Ou7c/s1600/2011-09-29+08.48.00.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ouJAxADan2U/To4Mo_LNZrI/AAAAAAAAALQ/cVkLXw6Ou7c/s320/2011-09-29+08.48.00.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Este é o Tom: "dormindo na pia"&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;"A vida é bonita justamente por ser inacabada. A metade que falta, o  detalhe que ainda não alcançamos, o objetivo que ainda está pela  metade... Tudo se torna mais bonito quando visto do avesso. Nem sempre  você precisa de respostas. A vida por vezes só é possível no silêncio do  questionamento... A dúvida de hoje pode ser a certeza de amanhã." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;P.S.: Hoje foi dia de teste. Dia de provar à mim que sou mais forte que o sentimento de posse e, apesar de ter sido pega de surpresa, superei o desafio. Obrigada, Papai do céu.&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/7459141427244034539-7608776724392686471?l=cantinhodaluceliazani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantinhodaluceliazani.blogspot.com/feeds/7608776724392686471/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cantinhodaluceliazani.blogspot.com/2011/10/preocupacoes-pra-que-as-quero.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7459141427244034539/posts/default/7608776724392686471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7459141427244034539/posts/default/7608776724392686471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cantinhodaluceliazani.blogspot.com/2011/10/preocupacoes-pra-que-as-quero.html' title='PREOCUPAÇÕES, PRA QUE AS QUERO?'/><author><name>Lucélia Zani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05343052955960234562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RgDFTsKZArA/TS-2rtcfaUI/AAAAAAAAABc/jn5UgJ-4khw/S220/DSC04478.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ouJAxADan2U/To4Mo_LNZrI/AAAAAAAAALQ/cVkLXw6Ou7c/s72-c/2011-09-29+08.48.00.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7459141427244034539.post-84925762036301543</id><published>2011-10-04T19:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-04T19:50:51.903-07:00</updated><title type='text'>POUCOS, MAS BONS</title><content type='html'>&lt;h6 class="uiStreamMessage" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:1}"&gt;  &lt;/h6&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lhWdnWKD_hQ/TovD7vCTDdI/AAAAAAAAALM/dshRjZmBspI/s1600/amizade.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="256" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lhWdnWKD_hQ/TovD7vCTDdI/AAAAAAAAALM/dshRjZmBspI/s320/amizade.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;Se for contar todos os meus amigos verdadeiros, aqueles fiéis para toda hora, irei usar os dedos de uma só mão; mas mesmo sendo poucos, preenchem muito bem o meu coração. &lt;br /&gt;Certo dia aprendi em um livro chamado "Quando me conheci" um exercício no mínimo intrigante. Pegue um papel e nele coloque o nome de todas as pessoas que vc ama de verdade (não se refere apenas a amor de casal). O número é sempre variável, mas quase na maioria das vezes é grandinho. Depois vire a folha e preencha com o nome das pessoas que vc tem certeza que o amam verdadeiramente, com todo o coração (que dividiriam com vc uma tristeza duradoura se cansariam, mas mesmo assim permaneceriam ao seu lado o tempo que fosse preciso). A quantidade muda bastante, não muda? &lt;br /&gt;Fica o convite para pensarmos à pessoas de qual lado da lista estamos dedicando nosso amor e nossa lealdade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;P.S.: Saudade tão sincera quanto dolorida daqueles bate papos looongos sobre "tudo e nada" ao mesmo tempo.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7459141427244034539-84925762036301543?l=cantinhodaluceliazani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantinhodaluceliazani.blogspot.com/feeds/84925762036301543/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cantinhodaluceliazani.blogspot.com/2011/10/poucos-mas-bons.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7459141427244034539/posts/default/84925762036301543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7459141427244034539/posts/default/84925762036301543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cantinhodaluceliazani.blogspot.com/2011/10/poucos-mas-bons.html' title='POUCOS, MAS BONS'/><author><name>Lucélia Zani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05343052955960234562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RgDFTsKZArA/TS-2rtcfaUI/AAAAAAAAABc/jn5UgJ-4khw/S220/DSC04478.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lhWdnWKD_hQ/TovD7vCTDdI/AAAAAAAAALM/dshRjZmBspI/s72-c/amizade.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7459141427244034539.post-2237701496462677943</id><published>2011-10-02T19:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-02T20:05:30.400-07:00</updated><title type='text'>LITERALMENTE, VIAGEM</title><content type='html'>&lt;h6 class="uiStreamMessage" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:1}"&gt;&lt;/h6&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iEe7GtaxcwQ/TokiR5TMfsI/AAAAAAAAALI/o8OPukFFnf0/s1600/DSC02258.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iEe7GtaxcwQ/TokiR5TMfsI/AAAAAAAAALI/o8OPukFFnf0/s320/DSC02258.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Fim de tarde no sítio da vó Yoyo&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;Volta para casa, ônibus escuro e gelado; som das gotas de chuva batendo no vidro e barulho de um passageiro roncando na poltrona à frente. O sono, que deveria ter chegado naquele momento em função do cansaço foi interrompido, não pelo ronco, mas por uma série de pensamentos e divagações inevitáveis. Em meio a eles, uma frase daquelas que fazem parte da série de verdades da vida me veio à mente, ''A pessoa certa vai amar todas as coisas que a outra achava que eram problemas em você". É por isso que com os relacionamentos anteriores aprendi a ser sempre eu mesma (sem abrir mão das reformas internas e externas, porque sempre é preciso melhorar, é claro). É, "não sei, só sei que foi assim".rs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;P.S.: Meta da semana...Continuar mantendo o bom humor mesmo diante dos mau humorados!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7459141427244034539-2237701496462677943?l=cantinhodaluceliazani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantinhodaluceliazani.blogspot.com/feeds/2237701496462677943/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cantinhodaluceliazani.blogspot.com/2011/10/literalmente-viagem.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7459141427244034539/posts/default/2237701496462677943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7459141427244034539/posts/default/2237701496462677943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cantinhodaluceliazani.blogspot.com/2011/10/literalmente-viagem.html' title='LITERALMENTE, VIAGEM'/><author><name>Lucélia Zani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05343052955960234562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RgDFTsKZArA/TS-2rtcfaUI/AAAAAAAAABc/jn5UgJ-4khw/S220/DSC04478.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iEe7GtaxcwQ/TokiR5TMfsI/AAAAAAAAALI/o8OPukFFnf0/s72-c/DSC02258.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7459141427244034539.post-4114908936181992907</id><published>2011-09-28T09:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-28T09:26:52.830-07:00</updated><title type='text'>DIRETO E RETO</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-A047_PMa0gc/ToNJ4QdOpqI/AAAAAAAAALA/rWn2aT20VKk/s1600/patada.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="260" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-A047_PMa0gc/ToNJ4QdOpqI/AAAAAAAAALA/rWn2aT20VKk/s320/patada.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;"COLEGA não é amigo, TESÃO não é amor, ter DINHEIRO não é ser rico, ser FORMADO não é ser inteligente, LÁGRIMAS nem sempre representam tristeza, SORRIR, nem sempre significa estar feliz, mas o FODA-SE, ahhh O FODA-SE é sempre FODA-SE".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;P.S.: Como seguir a orientação de Jesus e tentar ajudar a todos sem exceção se sempre aparecem aqueles que tiram proveito maldoso da bondade alheia? Em suma, sempre em frente!&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/7459141427244034539-4114908936181992907?l=cantinhodaluceliazani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantinhodaluceliazani.blogspot.com/feeds/4114908936181992907/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cantinhodaluceliazani.blogspot.com/2011/09/direto-e-reto.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7459141427244034539/posts/default/4114908936181992907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7459141427244034539/posts/default/4114908936181992907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cantinhodaluceliazani.blogspot.com/2011/09/direto-e-reto.html' title='DIRETO E RETO'/><author><name>Lucélia Zani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05343052955960234562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RgDFTsKZArA/TS-2rtcfaUI/AAAAAAAAABc/jn5UgJ-4khw/S220/DSC04478.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-A047_PMa0gc/ToNJ4QdOpqI/AAAAAAAAALA/rWn2aT20VKk/s72-c/patada.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7459141427244034539.post-2687235574602668052</id><published>2011-09-23T14:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-23T14:03:26.664-07:00</updated><title type='text'>VERMELHOU</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;"E de repente a vida te vira do avesso, e você descobre o que avesso, é o seu lado certo."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-z2mmmAuQOg0/TnzyX5rdk7I/AAAAAAAAAK8/38SpsfGrI4Y/s1600/PICT0357_filtered.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-z2mmmAuQOg0/TnzyX5rdk7I/AAAAAAAAAK8/38SpsfGrI4Y/s320/PICT0357_filtered.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Matando a vontade de ser ruiva&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;Fim de semana com programação pré-definida. Hoje tem Premonição 5 em 3D, amanhã sorvete com uma pequena pra lá de esperta e depois show dos amigos do Rock Natu, com o melhor do rock dos anos 80 no Tribo's.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Só assim pra descansar depois de uma semana looonga de mais trabalho do que imaginei que aguentaria.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;O estresse não me pega mais. Vamos que vamos!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;P.S.: Vida quase toda resolvida. Vem Outubro, vemmm!&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/7459141427244034539-2687235574602668052?l=cantinhodaluceliazani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantinhodaluceliazani.blogspot.com/feeds/2687235574602668052/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cantinhodaluceliazani.blogspot.com/2011/09/vermelhou.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7459141427244034539/posts/default/2687235574602668052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7459141427244034539/posts/default/2687235574602668052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cantinhodaluceliazani.blogspot.com/2011/09/vermelhou.html' title='VERMELHOU'/><author><name>Lucélia Zani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05343052955960234562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RgDFTsKZArA/TS-2rtcfaUI/AAAAAAAAABc/jn5UgJ-4khw/S220/DSC04478.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-z2mmmAuQOg0/TnzyX5rdk7I/AAAAAAAAAK8/38SpsfGrI4Y/s72-c/PICT0357_filtered.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7459141427244034539.post-8366328243884556234</id><published>2011-09-17T11:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-23T14:04:15.824-07:00</updated><title type='text'>DA SÉRIE FILOSOFIAS DE BAR</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Ter preconceito ou julgar aquilo ou aquele que não compreendemos/conhecemos é a atitude que mais me causa incômodo hoje entre todos nós. Às vezes me encontro questionando o motivo de tal atitude, já que todos (sem exceção) temos nossos defeitos e fragilidades. Talvez não me caiba entender ou encontrar justificativa que convença. Sempre que sento em algum barzinho costumo observar e "filosofar" e, quando posso, divido o pensamento, que sempre acaba virando uma discussão prazeirosa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;Mudando um pouco, mas nem tanto assim, de assunto, fico muito feliz quando me contam que o meu esforço para ser mais saudável tem contagiado várias outras pessoas que buscam o mesmo objetivo. Então aí vai mais uma foto com o resultado do processo de emagrecimento. Tomar suco de melão caipira em um ambiente onde todos na mesa bebem refrigerante já é algo comum. Basta mesmo dar o primeiro passo para que o restante venha com o tempo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Qp_K_1HI79E/TnTpQjiRsAI/AAAAAAAAAK4/JBhftVLLlSU/s1600/PICT0338.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Qp_K_1HI79E/TnTpQjiRsAI/AAAAAAAAAK4/JBhftVLLlSU/s320/PICT0338.JPG" width="214" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;P.S.: Cansada, mas determinada!&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/7459141427244034539-8366328243884556234?l=cantinhodaluceliazani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantinhodaluceliazani.blogspot.com/feeds/8366328243884556234/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cantinhodaluceliazani.blogspot.com/2011/09/da-serie-filosofias-de-bar.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7459141427244034539/posts/default/8366328243884556234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7459141427244034539/posts/default/8366328243884556234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cantinhodaluceliazani.blogspot.com/2011/09/da-serie-filosofias-de-bar.html' title='DA SÉRIE FILOSOFIAS DE BAR'/><author><name>Lucélia Zani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05343052955960234562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RgDFTsKZArA/TS-2rtcfaUI/AAAAAAAAABc/jn5UgJ-4khw/S220/DSC04478.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Qp_K_1HI79E/TnTpQjiRsAI/AAAAAAAAAK4/JBhftVLLlSU/s72-c/PICT0338.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7459141427244034539.post-5133915588308567210</id><published>2011-09-14T13:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-15T08:43:53.374-07:00</updated><title type='text'>É VERO</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Da série verdades inquestionáveis ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;"Afinidade não se explica, amizade não se força, confiança não se obriga e sentimento não se controla."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-68B0B-nqw5w/TnEM0H1bDJI/AAAAAAAAAK0/epv_GapBiwk/s1600/PICT0301.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-68B0B-nqw5w/TnEM0H1bDJI/AAAAAAAAAK0/epv_GapBiwk/s320/PICT0301.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Lara, minha priminha&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;P.S.: Paz e bem!&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/7459141427244034539-5133915588308567210?l=cantinhodaluceliazani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantinhodaluceliazani.blogspot.com/feeds/5133915588308567210/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cantinhodaluceliazani.blogspot.com/2011/09/e-vero.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7459141427244034539/posts/default/5133915588308567210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7459141427244034539/posts/default/5133915588308567210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cantinhodaluceliazani.blogspot.com/2011/09/e-vero.html' title='É VERO'/><author><name>Lucélia Zani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05343052955960234562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RgDFTsKZArA/TS-2rtcfaUI/AAAAAAAAABc/jn5UgJ-4khw/S220/DSC04478.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-68B0B-nqw5w/TnEM0H1bDJI/AAAAAAAAAK0/epv_GapBiwk/s72-c/PICT0301.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7459141427244034539.post-432579389528105278</id><published>2011-09-11T19:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-11T19:16:37.705-07:00</updated><title type='text'>PERO QUE LAS HAY, LAS HAY</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Acabei de consultar a previsão semanal para geminianos, segundo João Bidu. Não acredito, nem desacredito, mas respeito porque há quem brinque de ser astrólogo assim como existe quem estuda e decifra a ciência.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Enfim, confesso que fiquei assustada por conta do sentido muito preciso que a tal previsão fez. Aí vai:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"&lt;/b&gt;É o momento de separar o  que quer do que não faz mais sentido em sua vida. A fase revela também o  fim de um ciclo e o começo de outro. Relações desgastadas correm sérios  riscos. Será importante desligar-se do passado."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Depois do recado dado, só me resta dormir para começar a semana descansada e com energia para a nova vida que já começou. Como prova vão fotos que me fazem sentir orgulho próprio e deixar a humildade só um pouquinho de lado! A primeira delas, catorze quilos a menos e a segunda, o rgistro do resultado do esforço profissional.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mE2X4U9ry1o/Tm1qEWa9URI/AAAAAAAAAKs/Qzo0CWdTGKA/s1600/sexta.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mE2X4U9ry1o/Tm1qEWa9URI/AAAAAAAAAKs/Qzo0CWdTGKA/s320/sexta.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-W-U-woBpQUg/Tm1qJ7J-OcI/AAAAAAAAAKw/7ToV5er2qFk/s1600/PICT0331_filtered.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-W-U-woBpQUg/Tm1qJ7J-OcI/AAAAAAAAAKw/7ToV5er2qFk/s320/PICT0331_filtered.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;P.S.:&lt;/span&gt; Ando querendo congelar alguns momentos por aqui para que eles durem um pouquinho mais!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7459141427244034539-432579389528105278?l=cantinhodaluceliazani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantinhodaluceliazani.blogspot.com/feeds/432579389528105278/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cantinhodaluceliazani.blogspot.com/2011/09/pero-que-las-hay-las-hay.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7459141427244034539/posts/default/432579389528105278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7459141427244034539/posts/default/432579389528105278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cantinhodaluceliazani.blogspot.com/2011/09/pero-que-las-hay-las-hay.html' title='PERO QUE LAS HAY, LAS HAY'/><author><name>Lucélia Zani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05343052955960234562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RgDFTsKZArA/TS-2rtcfaUI/AAAAAAAAABc/jn5UgJ-4khw/S220/DSC04478.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mE2X4U9ry1o/Tm1qEWa9URI/AAAAAAAAAKs/Qzo0CWdTGKA/s72-c/sexta.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7459141427244034539.post-7330475263873587298</id><published>2011-09-10T11:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-10T11:22:30.222-07:00</updated><title type='text'>FLAGRA</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;Atendendo a pedidos...registro do beiço feito para o facebook, que havia resolvido ficar de mal de mim. Ao lado, Dai, a única que foi avisada sobre a foto antes que ela fosse feita.rs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ch8wUcYFM7I/Tmup3U8EDWI/AAAAAAAAAKo/Ce-fenzWYMg/s1600/OwAAANSCe7-bYZX649q5Iksrz-G-rV2SC7J-XhMQaKlabCwSr5PFQ3eDQVv-z9Bxy2mpUWNlt4wiHP0l-sf2sr0BS9MAm1T1UJ0dTPC3RMbBz3YXxqKxpTumG57d.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ch8wUcYFM7I/Tmup3U8EDWI/AAAAAAAAAKo/Ce-fenzWYMg/s320/OwAAANSCe7-bYZX649q5Iksrz-G-rV2SC7J-XhMQaKlabCwSr5PFQ3eDQVv-z9Bxy2mpUWNlt4wiHP0l-sf2sr0BS9MAm1T1UJ0dTPC3RMbBz3YXxqKxpTumG57d.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;P.S.: Vamos rir de nós mesmos também que é pra não desperdiçar os sorrisos que ficaram acumulados pelo caminho.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7459141427244034539-7330475263873587298?l=cantinhodaluceliazani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantinhodaluceliazani.blogspot.com/feeds/7330475263873587298/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cantinhodaluceliazani.blogspot.com/2011/09/flagra.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7459141427244034539/posts/default/7330475263873587298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7459141427244034539/posts/default/7330475263873587298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cantinhodaluceliazani.blogspot.com/2011/09/flagra.html' title='FLAGRA'/><author><name>Lucélia Zani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05343052955960234562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RgDFTsKZArA/TS-2rtcfaUI/AAAAAAAAABc/jn5UgJ-4khw/S220/DSC04478.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ch8wUcYFM7I/Tmup3U8EDWI/AAAAAAAAAKo/Ce-fenzWYMg/s72-c/OwAAANSCe7-bYZX649q5Iksrz-G-rV2SC7J-XhMQaKlabCwSr5PFQ3eDQVv-z9Bxy2mpUWNlt4wiHP0l-sf2sr0BS9MAm1T1UJ0dTPC3RMbBz3YXxqKxpTumG57d.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7459141427244034539.post-1381326781049943359</id><published>2011-09-01T18:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-01T19:07:00.375-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SURPRESA BOA</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ilzxIMW-Qd8/TmA1obNMAkI/AAAAAAAAAKk/eHpwkxQUAMs/s1600/carolzinha.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="254" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ilzxIMW-Qd8/TmA1obNMAkI/AAAAAAAAAKk/eHpwkxQUAMs/s320/carolzinha.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Duas gatinhas&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Os vinte e cinco anos chegaram e, com eles, a necessidade de cuidar da pele e do rosto. Saio do banheiro com a face lambuzada e ouço o toque do meu celular. Atendo e ouço uma voz fininha que sequer sabe pronunciar corretamente as palavras em função das limitações deliciosas da pouca idade. Do outro lado do telefone recebo o desejo de boa noite mais gostoso e puro desse mundo e ainda fico sabendo que sou o amor dela. Ouvir isso de uma criança gera sensações inexplicáveis.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Quando desliguei, fiquei ao menos uns dez minutos sem saber se eu sorria, se chorava de alegria, se agradecia a&amp;nbsp; Deus ou se fazia tudo ao mesmo tempo. Silenciei e agradeci ao Pai maior por mais este presente singular.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;São acontecimentos assim que fortalecem nossos propósitos e atitudes nesse mundo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;P.S.: Bendita a hora que você entrou no meu caminho. (FATO!rs&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/7459141427244034539-1381326781049943359?l=cantinhodaluceliazani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantinhodaluceliazani.blogspot.com/feeds/1381326781049943359/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cantinhodaluceliazani.blogspot.com/2011/09/surpresa-boa.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7459141427244034539/posts/default/1381326781049943359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7459141427244034539/posts/default/1381326781049943359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cantinhodaluceliazani.blogspot.com/2011/09/surpresa-boa.html' title='SURPRESA BOA'/><author><name>Lucélia Zani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05343052955960234562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RgDFTsKZArA/TS-2rtcfaUI/AAAAAAAAABc/jn5UgJ-4khw/S220/DSC04478.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ilzxIMW-Qd8/TmA1obNMAkI/AAAAAAAAAKk/eHpwkxQUAMs/s72-c/carolzinha.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7459141427244034539.post-4270277745536780052</id><published>2011-08-29T17:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-29T17:58:34.975-07:00</updated><title type='text'>AGORA</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IyeaRJY3kGA/Tlw1jIgI8VI/AAAAAAAAAKg/G5-Hx_Xmgps/s1600/jojo.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IyeaRJY3kGA/Tlw1jIgI8VI/AAAAAAAAAKg/G5-Hx_Xmgps/s320/jojo.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Meu gato amarelo sentado na janela, o ventilador ligado na velocidade máxima para amenizar a alta temperatura, dedinhos digitando rapidamento e risos discretos, mas incontroláveis saltam pelo canto da boca. O pensamento tenta adivinhar o futuro próximo e as ideias vão e vem sem cessar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;No computador músicas do Skank e uma das melhores companhias dos últimos tempos, a quem parece que conheço há anos. Cheirinho de hidratante levemente adocicado predominando no quarto, camisola no corpo e o sono sequer deu sinal de que está para chegar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Para encerrar vou usar um clichê sincero, "que amanhã seja melhor que hoje e pior que depois de amanhã."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;P.S.: "Me dá medo do medo que dá."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7459141427244034539-4270277745536780052?l=cantinhodaluceliazani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantinhodaluceliazani.blogspot.com/feeds/4270277745536780052/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cantinhodaluceliazani.blogspot.com/2011/08/agora.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7459141427244034539/posts/default/4270277745536780052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7459141427244034539/posts/default/4270277745536780052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cantinhodaluceliazani.blogspot.com/2011/08/agora.html' title='AGORA'/><author><name>Lucélia Zani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05343052955960234562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RgDFTsKZArA/TS-2rtcfaUI/AAAAAAAAABc/jn5UgJ-4khw/S220/DSC04478.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IyeaRJY3kGA/Tlw1jIgI8VI/AAAAAAAAAKg/G5-Hx_Xmgps/s72-c/jojo.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7459141427244034539.post-8455806705850006488</id><published>2011-08-28T17:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-28T17:06:15.006-07:00</updated><title type='text'>DEVAGAR, MAS SEM PARAR</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZjFpk6YQeiY/TlrXSczc5mI/AAAAAAAAAKc/oFbHa4_rn4Y/s1600/blog.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZjFpk6YQeiY/TlrXSczc5mI/AAAAAAAAAKc/oFbHa4_rn4Y/s320/blog.JPG" width="292" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;As palavras se calaram, a indignação passou e a sensação de falta de consideração também. Onze quilos se foram e o sofrimento de longa data se foi com eles.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;As mudanças ainda não cessaram, muito menos a adaptação ao trabalho, à casa, à cidade e ao novo ritmo. Em contrapartida, os amigos aumentaram, o individualismo se fez presente de forma forçada e a visão para o propósito clareou.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;A mulher moleca voltou, o interesse pelo futebol também e a vontade de continuar a ser eu mesma (aparando arestas e corrigindo o que é possível, claro) bateu à porta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Só não mudou a paixão por crianças, o jeito falante, a dificuldade para dormir e a necessidade gritante de ajudar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;P.S.: "Eu quero ser tua paz, a melodia capaz de te fazer sonhar."/ "A nossa liberdade é o que nos prende."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7459141427244034539-8455806705850006488?l=cantinhodaluceliazani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantinhodaluceliazani.blogspot.com/feeds/8455806705850006488/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cantinhodaluceliazani.blogspot.com/2011/08/devagar-mas-sem-parar.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7459141427244034539/posts/default/8455806705850006488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7459141427244034539/posts/default/8455806705850006488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cantinhodaluceliazani.blogspot.com/2011/08/devagar-mas-sem-parar.html' title='DEVAGAR, MAS SEM PARAR'/><author><name>Lucélia Zani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05343052955960234562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RgDFTsKZArA/TS-2rtcfaUI/AAAAAAAAABc/jn5UgJ-4khw/S220/DSC04478.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZjFpk6YQeiY/TlrXSczc5mI/AAAAAAAAAKc/oFbHa4_rn4Y/s72-c/blog.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7459141427244034539.post-6221310724523480255</id><published>2011-08-22T18:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-22T18:31:15.443-07:00</updated><title type='text'>APRENDENDO A CAMINHAR NO CAMINHO</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kMV_BD9CxDY/TlL_qQ15j4I/AAAAAAAAAKY/ttvJ2qoOi6M/s1600/quadro-giz.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kMV_BD9CxDY/TlL_qQ15j4I/AAAAAAAAAKY/ttvJ2qoOi6M/s320/quadro-giz.jpg" width="297" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;"É como se eu fosse um colegial, diante da equação O QUADRO E O GIZ."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;P.S.1: A raiva passa e a experiência fica.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;P.S. 2: "Vem andar comigo"...nana nana...nana nana...rs &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7459141427244034539-6221310724523480255?l=cantinhodaluceliazani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantinhodaluceliazani.blogspot.com/feeds/6221310724523480255/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cantinhodaluceliazani.blogspot.com/2011/08/aprendendo-caminhar-no-caminho.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7459141427244034539/posts/default/6221310724523480255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7459141427244034539/posts/default/6221310724523480255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cantinhodaluceliazani.blogspot.com/2011/08/aprendendo-caminhar-no-caminho.html' title='APRENDENDO A CAMINHAR NO CAMINHO'/><author><name>Lucélia Zani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05343052955960234562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RgDFTsKZArA/TS-2rtcfaUI/AAAAAAAAABc/jn5UgJ-4khw/S220/DSC04478.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kMV_BD9CxDY/TlL_qQ15j4I/AAAAAAAAAKY/ttvJ2qoOi6M/s72-c/quadro-giz.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7459141427244034539.post-4334019904835723357</id><published>2011-08-17T17:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-17T17:37:03.524-07:00</updated><title type='text'>QUE VENHA A BONANÇA</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yV1vMuGEO9g/TkxeSLXxTCI/AAAAAAAAAKU/lC4zsn578mU/s1600/blog_filtered.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yV1vMuGEO9g/TkxeSLXxTCI/AAAAAAAAAKU/lC4zsn578mU/s320/blog_filtered.jpg" width="229" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;"Há um tempo em que é preciso abandonar as roupas usadas que já tem a forma do nosso corpo e esquecer nossos caminhos que nos levam sempre aos mesmos lugares.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;É o tempo de travessia e se não ousarmos fazê-lo teremos ficado para sempre a margem de nós mesmos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;P.S.: "Aprendi a selecionar meus diamantes. Pedaços de vidro já não me enganam mais.”&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/7459141427244034539-4334019904835723357?l=cantinhodaluceliazani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantinhodaluceliazani.blogspot.com/feeds/4334019904835723357/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cantinhodaluceliazani.blogspot.com/2011/08/que-venha-bonanca.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7459141427244034539/posts/default/4334019904835723357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7459141427244034539/posts/default/4334019904835723357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cantinhodaluceliazani.blogspot.com/2011/08/que-venha-bonanca.html' title='QUE VENHA A BONANÇA'/><author><name>Lucélia Zani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05343052955960234562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RgDFTsKZArA/TS-2rtcfaUI/AAAAAAAAABc/jn5UgJ-4khw/S220/DSC04478.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yV1vMuGEO9g/TkxeSLXxTCI/AAAAAAAAAKU/lC4zsn578mU/s72-c/blog_filtered.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7459141427244034539.post-8367346814951963439</id><published>2011-08-11T15:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-11T15:06:15.067-07:00</updated><title type='text'>FORMATAÇÃO</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-okAnIexa6lQ/TkRSCyhnjWI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/eiPhhokuD98/s1600/micro.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="251" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-okAnIexa6lQ/TkRSCyhnjWI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/eiPhhokuD98/s320/micro.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Foto: Pamela Miranda&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;É  certo que pouco entendo de informática, mas entre os restritos  conhecimentos a respeito do assunto estão alguns atalhos, os quais  memorizei com o intuito explicado pelo próprio nome, cortar caminho.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Sabe  quando a máquina está cheia de arquivos armazenados e começa a travar  com freqüência e dar erros? Eu  costumo sair usando o shift+del e jogo tudo fora para ganhar espaço. É  como amassar papéis e jogar diretamente no caminhão de lixo.(Adoro amassar papel, acho que é quase tão prazeroso quanto estourar plástico bolha).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Na  vida eu queria saber facilitar da mesma forma e não ter que passar por  essa sensação de estar no meio de um tiroteio com a impressão de  que me locomovo em direção aos tiros em vez de fugir correndo deles.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;De  máquinas muitas pessoas entendem e quase as dominam por completo.  Formatam e reformatam sempre que querem, mas e de gente? Quem é que  entende?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;P.S.: Hoje foi dia de despedida dolorida, mas sincera e necessária. Dizem que os remédios amargos são os mais eficientes. Tentemos, então.&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/7459141427244034539-8367346814951963439?l=cantinhodaluceliazani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantinhodaluceliazani.blogspot.com/feeds/8367346814951963439/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cantinhodaluceliazani.blogspot.com/2011/08/formatacao.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7459141427244034539/posts/default/8367346814951963439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7459141427244034539/posts/default/8367346814951963439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cantinhodaluceliazani.blogspot.com/2011/08/formatacao.html' title='FORMATAÇÃO'/><author><name>Lucélia Zani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05343052955960234562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RgDFTsKZArA/TS-2rtcfaUI/AAAAAAAAABc/jn5UgJ-4khw/S220/DSC04478.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-okAnIexa6lQ/TkRSCyhnjWI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/eiPhhokuD98/s72-c/micro.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7459141427244034539.post-3402861500196314760</id><published>2011-08-08T18:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-08T18:39:23.693-07:00</updated><title type='text'>REFLEXIVA</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OKNItQMfX8c/TkCNDeEy3dI/AAAAAAAAAKM/vk9V6H2_NYo/s1600/reflexiva_filtered.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OKNItQMfX8c/TkCNDeEy3dI/AAAAAAAAAKM/vk9V6H2_NYo/s320/reflexiva_filtered.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;P.S.: " My head is battling with my heart. My logic has been torn apart"&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/7459141427244034539-3402861500196314760?l=cantinhodaluceliazani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantinhodaluceliazani.blogspot.com/feeds/3402861500196314760/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cantinhodaluceliazani.blogspot.com/2011/08/reflexiva.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7459141427244034539/posts/default/3402861500196314760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7459141427244034539/posts/default/3402861500196314760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cantinhodaluceliazani.blogspot.com/2011/08/reflexiva.html' title='REFLEXIVA'/><author><name>Lucélia Zani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05343052955960234562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RgDFTsKZArA/TS-2rtcfaUI/AAAAAAAAABc/jn5UgJ-4khw/S220/DSC04478.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OKNItQMfX8c/TkCNDeEy3dI/AAAAAAAAAKM/vk9V6H2_NYo/s72-c/reflexiva_filtered.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7459141427244034539.post-2185202855246262256</id><published>2011-08-07T06:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-07T07:18:45.156-07:00</updated><title type='text'>DEPOIS DA TEMPESTADE...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3ScEiBEetW8/Tj6V4qg8UeI/AAAAAAAAAKI/v3e3LAZu9Eg/s1600/pezinhos.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="274" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3ScEiBEetW8/Tj6V4qg8UeI/AAAAAAAAAKI/v3e3LAZu9Eg/s320/pezinhos.jpeg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Há tempos não posto textos de minha autoria por aqui, vocês devem ter percebido, mas é que estava faltando inspiração mesmo, apesar de haver muito a "dizer".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Hoje gostaria de registrar que só conseguimos mesmo descobrir o outro lado das pessoas quando nossas rotinas tornam-se opostas e, com essa "desculpa", elas se aproximam apenas em momentos que precisam de apoio, de ombro, de força.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Mas quem suga, em vez de partilhar ou quem estimula você a tornar-se dependente não deve caber em sua vida. Atitudes assim precisam servir de impulso para importantes decisões.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt; Não há como esperar respeito e amor se ele não parte primeiro de dentro de nós.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;Estou relendo "O pequeno príncipe" e aí vai um trecho sábio...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;"É loucura odiar todas as rosas porque uma te espetou. Entregar  todos os teus sonhos porque um deles não se realizou, perder a fé em  todas as orações porque em uma não foi atendido, desistir de todos os  esforços porque um deles fracassou. E loucura condenar todas as amizades porque uma delas te traiu, descrer de todo amor, porque um deles te foi infiel. É loucura jogar fora todas as chances de ser feliz porque uma tentativa não deu certo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Espero  que na tua caminhada não cometas estas loucuras. Lembrando que sempre  há uma outra chance, uma outra amizade, um outro amor, uma nova força. Para todo fim, um recomeço!"&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;P.S.: Tudo ao seu tempo, devagar, mas sem parar, porque quando menos esperamos outro Natal aparece nos lembrando que mais um ano se despede. Príncipe, obrigada por tudo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7459141427244034539-2185202855246262256?l=cantinhodaluceliazani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantinhodaluceliazani.blogspot.com/feeds/2185202855246262256/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cantinhodaluceliazani.blogspot.com/2011/08/depois-da-tempestade.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7459141427244034539/posts/default/2185202855246262256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7459141427244034539/posts/default/2185202855246262256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cantinhodaluceliazani.blogspot.com/2011/08/depois-da-tempestade.html' title='DEPOIS DA TEMPESTADE...'/><author><name>Lucélia Zani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05343052955960234562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RgDFTsKZArA/TS-2rtcfaUI/AAAAAAAAABc/jn5UgJ-4khw/S220/DSC04478.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3ScEiBEetW8/Tj6V4qg8UeI/AAAAAAAAAKI/v3e3LAZu9Eg/s72-c/pezinhos.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7459141427244034539.post-8029610459262638598</id><published>2011-08-03T18:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-03T20:07:15.185-07:00</updated><title type='text'>COMPREENSÃO</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xPVRLNCDDGI/Tjn3wdZyKpI/AAAAAAAAAKE/Fpw1z7vayZo/s1600/IMG_0158.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xPVRLNCDDGI/Tjn3wdZyKpI/AAAAAAAAAKE/Fpw1z7vayZo/s320/IMG_0158.jpg" width="187" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;"Eu faço minhas coisas,&lt;br /&gt;você faz as suas&lt;br /&gt;Não estou neste mundo para viver de acordo com as suas expectativas&lt;br /&gt;E você não está neste mundo para viver de acordo com as minhas&lt;br /&gt;Você é você e eu sou eu&lt;br /&gt;E se por acaso nos encontramos, é lindo&lt;br /&gt;Se não, nada há a fazer."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;(Oração da Gestalt terapia)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;P.S.: O mundo não mudou, mas a minha forma de enxergá-lo tem passado por reciclagem constante. Felicidade de dentro pra fora!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7459141427244034539-8029610459262638598?l=cantinhodaluceliazani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantinhodaluceliazani.blogspot.com/feeds/8029610459262638598/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cantinhodaluceliazani.blogspot.com/2011/08/compreensao.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7459141427244034539/posts/default/8029610459262638598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7459141427244034539/posts/default/8029610459262638598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cantinhodaluceliazani.blogspot.com/2011/08/compreensao.html' title='COMPREENSÃO'/><author><name>Lucélia Zani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05343052955960234562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RgDFTsKZArA/TS-2rtcfaUI/AAAAAAAAABc/jn5UgJ-4khw/S220/DSC04478.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xPVRLNCDDGI/Tjn3wdZyKpI/AAAAAAAAAKE/Fpw1z7vayZo/s72-c/IMG_0158.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7459141427244034539.post-2034319741761184332</id><published>2011-07-31T18:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-31T19:16:09.903-07:00</updated><title type='text'>DA SÉRIE ENSINAMENTOS</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-W_0PGvL-2hQ/TjYBb9r8ZMI/AAAAAAAAAKA/szVf4XJFfZg/s1600/mudan%25C3%25A7a1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-W_0PGvL-2hQ/TjYBb9r8ZMI/AAAAAAAAAKA/szVf4XJFfZg/s1600/mudan%25C3%25A7a1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;"O aluno vai visitar o mestre e lhe diz que deseja algo com toda sua alma, com todo seu ser. Sonha dia e noite em ter isso. Essa situaçao o faz sofrer muito, por isso pede ajuda.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;- O que devo fazer? - pergunta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;O mestre lhe propõe uma sequência de ações: a regra da ema idiota.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;- Por onde começo? - quer saber o aluno.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;- Pelo E. Você quer alguma coisa? Esforce-se para obtê-la! O que você busca? O amor de uma mulher? Uma casa? Um emprego? Faça tudo o que puder para conquistar isso!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Dedique-se, arrisque-se, comprometa-se com seu desejo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;O aluno fica em silêncio e em seguida diz que já tentou de tudo, mas é impossível conseguir o que ele quer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;O mestre acredita, porque às vezes isso é verdade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;- Como a regra continua? - pergunta o aluno.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;- A regra diz que depois do E vem o M - explica o mestre. Não pode obter o que quer? Fez tudo o que podia e foi impossível? O M diz: se não conseguir, mude de objetivo! Substitua o que queria por outra coisa! Essa mulher não o ama? Procure outra! A outra também não o quis? Busque uma terceira! Compre um cachorro!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;- Ah, não! - diz o aluno. - O que eu quero não pode ser substituído, porque não há mulher igual a ela...O que posso fazer, mestre? O que diz a regra depois disso?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;- E, M e A...Abandone! - explica o mestre. Não pode conseguir o que quer? Que pena. Não pode substituir? Que lástima. Agora, deixe pra lá! Esqueça!&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;(Do livro "Quando me conheci" - Jorge Bucay)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;P.S.: Um mês de Araçatuba e 21 dias de retomada. Obrigada Papai do céu!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7459141427244034539-2034319741761184332?l=cantinhodaluceliazani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantinhodaluceliazani.blogspot.com/feeds/2034319741761184332/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cantinhodaluceliazani.blogspot.com/2011/07/da-serie-ensinamentos.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7459141427244034539/posts/default/2034319741761184332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7459141427244034539/posts/default/2034319741761184332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cantinhodaluceliazani.blogspot.com/2011/07/da-serie-ensinamentos.html' title='DA SÉRIE ENSINAMENTOS'/><author><name>Lucélia Zani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05343052955960234562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RgDFTsKZArA/TS-2rtcfaUI/AAAAAAAAABc/jn5UgJ-4khw/S220/DSC04478.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-W_0PGvL-2hQ/TjYBb9r8ZMI/AAAAAAAAAKA/szVf4XJFfZg/s72-c/mudan%25C3%25A7a1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7459141427244034539.post-1619696079514113234</id><published>2011-07-31T16:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-31T19:18:29.829-07:00</updated><title type='text'>QUE EU ESTEJA NUMA BOA</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Gyr85ySlFFM/TjXf7szM3BI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/AhNPTAtDRmw/s1600/biquini_filtered.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Gyr85ySlFFM/TjXf7szM3BI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/AhNPTAtDRmw/s320/biquini_filtered.jpg" width="237" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;"Que eu esteja numa boa, mesmo se não fizer nada&lt;br /&gt;Que eu esteja numa boa, mesmo quando nada estiver legal&lt;br /&gt;Que eu esteja numa boa, mesmo se ficar e continuar doente&lt;br /&gt;Que eu esteja numa boa, mesmo se engordar 10 quilos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Que eu esteja bem, mesmo se estiver falida&lt;br /&gt;Que eu esteja numa boa, se perder meu cabelo e minha juventude&lt;br /&gt;Que eu seja grandiosa, se não for mais a rainha&lt;br /&gt;Que eu seja grandiosa, mesmo não sendo sabe tudo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Que eu seja amada, mesmo quando me entorpeço&lt;br /&gt;Que eu esteja numa boa, mesmo sendo oprimida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Que eu seja amada, mesmo quando estiver enfurecida&lt;br /&gt;Que eu esteja numa boa, mesmo sendo pegajosa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;Que eu esteja numa boa, mesmo se perder a sanidade&lt;br /&gt;Que eu esteja numa boa, com ou sem você"&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; (Alanis Morissette)&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.: E agora, José? Por que não???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7459141427244034539-1619696079514113234?l=cantinhodaluceliazani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantinhodaluceliazani.blogspot.com/feeds/1619696079514113234/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cantinhodaluceliazani.blogspot.com/2011/07/que-eu-esteja-numa-boa.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7459141427244034539/posts/default/1619696079514113234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7459141427244034539/posts/default/1619696079514113234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cantinhodaluceliazani.blogspot.com/2011/07/que-eu-esteja-numa-boa.html' title='QUE EU ESTEJA NUMA BOA'/><author><name>Lucélia Zani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05343052955960234562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RgDFTsKZArA/TS-2rtcfaUI/AAAAAAAAABc/jn5UgJ-4khw/S220/DSC04478.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Gyr85ySlFFM/TjXf7szM3BI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/AhNPTAtDRmw/s72-c/biquini_filtered.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7459141427244034539.post-8480261739307259663</id><published>2011-07-30T16:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-30T16:43:44.926-07:00</updated><title type='text'>GUARDADA A SETE CHAVES</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Y6w0a8HSxJ4/TjSVDNsApoI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/EYDZnBcalJM/s1600/caipirinhas_filtered.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Y6w0a8HSxJ4/TjSVDNsApoI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/EYDZnBcalJM/s320/caipirinhas_filtered.jpg" width="219" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-STzZbxJa94o/TjSVI7ne6II/AAAAAAAAAJ4/qvYxpIi57bA/s1600/sizinha_filtered.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-STzZbxJa94o/TjSVI7ne6II/AAAAAAAAAJ4/qvYxpIi57bA/s320/sizinha_filtered.jpg" width="254" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Quase vinte anos de amizade constante!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;Não preciso escrever aqui porque o coração dela já sabe decor todo o texto que eu rascunharia. Nesse caso, as fotos vão valer mais do que minhas singelas&amp;nbsp; palavras.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;P.S.: A gente sempre volta pra ficar ao lado de quem nos faz bem de verdade.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7459141427244034539-8480261739307259663?l=cantinhodaluceliazani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantinhodaluceliazani.blogspot.com/feeds/8480261739307259663/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cantinhodaluceliazani.blogspot.com/2011/07/guardada-sete-chaves.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7459141427244034539/posts/default/8480261739307259663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7459141427244034539/posts/default/8480261739307259663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cantinhodaluceliazani.blogspot.com/2011/07/guardada-sete-chaves.html' title='GUARDADA A SETE CHAVES'/><author><name>Lucélia Zani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05343052955960234562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RgDFTsKZArA/TS-2rtcfaUI/AAAAAAAAABc/jn5UgJ-4khw/S220/DSC04478.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Y6w0a8HSxJ4/TjSVDNsApoI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/EYDZnBcalJM/s72-c/caipirinhas_filtered.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7459141427244034539.post-7362668385217418195</id><published>2011-07-28T17:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-28T17:30:53.322-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SONETO DA VIDA</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8T7Lr2lMak4/TjH-s3IavZI/AAAAAAAAAJw/Cu5BtLrQqbU/s1600/Soneto+do+desprendimento.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8T7Lr2lMak4/TjH-s3IavZI/AAAAAAAAAJw/Cu5BtLrQqbU/s320/Soneto+do+desprendimento.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;"A vida é...&lt;br /&gt;Uma saudade já vivida.&lt;br /&gt;Um beijo muitas vezes roubado.&lt;br /&gt;Abraço forte e apertado.&lt;br /&gt;Um mistério a ser desvendado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Mas também é...&lt;br /&gt;Uma palavra  não dita.&lt;br /&gt;Uma ilusória  alegria.&lt;br /&gt;Um sonho não sonhado.&lt;br /&gt;Um desejo não realizado.&lt;br /&gt;Um amor não correspondido.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;A vida é...&lt;br /&gt;Amar sem pedir nada em troca.&lt;br /&gt;Um cantar e dançar de alegria.&lt;br /&gt;Um sorrir e chorar por alguém.&lt;br /&gt;Amar e ser feliz sempre.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Mas também é...&lt;br /&gt;Um canto sem encanto.&lt;br /&gt;Um ir sem voltar.&lt;br /&gt;Uma lágrima de dor.&lt;br /&gt;Um adeus fora de hora.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Mas afinal o que é a vida?...&lt;br /&gt;Que nos toma pelas mãos.&lt;br /&gt;Nos guiam na escuridão.&lt;br /&gt;Nos dá  risos e alegrias.&lt;br /&gt;Nós dá os melhores momentos.&lt;br /&gt;Nos dá  as mais gostosas gargalhadas?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Mas também...&lt;br /&gt;Nos abandona à própria sorte&lt;br /&gt;Nos traz  tristezas infindas.&lt;br /&gt;Nos dá algo, mas pega de volta.&lt;br /&gt;Coloca um mar de água salgada&lt;br /&gt;dentro dos nossos olhos!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Ah vida!!! és um doce mistério!!&lt;br /&gt;Um mistério inexplorável,&lt;br /&gt;indecifrável, mas tão vivido&lt;br /&gt;e tão desejado!!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;(Cecília Santos)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;P.S.: Nada é por acaso nessa vida!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7459141427244034539-7362668385217418195?l=cantinhodaluceliazani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantinhodaluceliazani.blogspot.com/feeds/7362668385217418195/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cantinhodaluceliazani.blogspot.com/2011/07/soneto-da-vida.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7459141427244034539/posts/default/7362668385217418195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7459141427244034539/posts/default/7362668385217418195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cantinhodaluceliazani.blogspot.com/2011/07/soneto-da-vida.html' title='SONETO DA VIDA'/><author><name>Lucélia Zani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05343052955960234562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RgDFTsKZArA/TS-2rtcfaUI/AAAAAAAAABc/jn5UgJ-4khw/S220/DSC04478.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8T7Lr2lMak4/TjH-s3IavZI/AAAAAAAAAJw/Cu5BtLrQqbU/s72-c/Soneto+do+desprendimento.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7459141427244034539.post-8744353739903836693</id><published>2011-07-27T09:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-27T10:21:01.697-07:00</updated><title type='text'>CANSEIRA BRAVA</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-R9srfWVaMqY/TjA_vMzG66I/AAAAAAAAAJs/9PFMBnPHvOs/s1600/Canseira-ne.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="253" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-R9srfWVaMqY/TjA_vMzG66I/AAAAAAAAAJs/9PFMBnPHvOs/s320/Canseira-ne.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Depois de dez dias trabalhando feito camelo e editando em média oito matérias diariamente, é assim que estou. Apesar do cansaço, o resultado é positivo. Vamos que vamos!&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/7459141427244034539-8744353739903836693?l=cantinhodaluceliazani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantinhodaluceliazani.blogspot.com/feeds/8744353739903836693/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cantinhodaluceliazani.blogspot.com/2011/07/canseira-brava.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7459141427244034539/posts/default/8744353739903836693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7459141427244034539/posts/default/8744353739903836693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cantinhodaluceliazani.blogspot.com/2011/07/canseira-brava.html' title='CANSEIRA BRAVA'/><author><name>Lucélia Zani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05343052955960234562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RgDFTsKZArA/TS-2rtcfaUI/AAAAAAAAABc/jn5UgJ-4khw/S220/DSC04478.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-R9srfWVaMqY/TjA_vMzG66I/AAAAAAAAAJs/9PFMBnPHvOs/s72-c/Canseira-ne.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7459141427244034539.post-767474905704272492</id><published>2011-07-26T17:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-26T20:20:11.432-07:00</updated><title type='text'>RECIPROCIDADE</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1thldBn0iqI/Ti9dA-mX0NI/AAAAAAAAAJo/9Jy_lZTIfAk/s1600/reciprocidade.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1thldBn0iqI/Ti9dA-mX0NI/AAAAAAAAAJo/9Jy_lZTIfAk/s320/reciprocidade.jpg" width="271" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;"Ação e reação conseqüente integram irrevogável lei da vida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Procure ouvir a esperança e você encontrará a certeza da vitória.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Detenha-se no bem e obterá o lado melhor das pessoas e circunstâncias.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Auxilie a alguém e esse alguém se fará canal de auxílio em seu apoio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Promova a tranqüilidade alheia e a paz virá ao seu encontro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aproveite o seu tempo construindo elevação e o tempo lhe trará maravilhas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Oty44iaSUX0/Ti9aMcS7g6I/AAAAAAAAAJk/69uWuwAO5_s/s1600/normal_2063_photo.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Oty44iaSUX0/Ti9aMcS7g6I/AAAAAAAAAJk/69uWuwAO5_s/s320/normal_2063_photo.jpg" width="234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abençoe a vida e a vida lhe abençoará a existência.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Busque servir e o seu próprio trabalho lhe ofertará a orientação de que você necessite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ame aos semelhantes e os semelhantes retri-buirão a você com medidas transbordantes de afeto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plante  isso ou aquilo e você colherá dos recursos que semeou; alguém poderá  dizer que isso é óbvio, entretanto, ligados no bem de todos,  transfiramos-nos da palavra à vivência e decerto que surpresas  iluminadas de alegria virão fatalmente a você se você experimentar."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;(Chico Xavier) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;P.S.: "Sempre, às vezes, nunca" &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/7459141427244034539-767474905704272492?l=cantinhodaluceliazani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantinhodaluceliazani.blogspot.com/feeds/767474905704272492/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cantinhodaluceliazani.blogspot.com/2011/07/reciprocidade.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7459141427244034539/posts/default/767474905704272492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7459141427244034539/posts/default/767474905704272492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cantinhodaluceliazani.blogspot.com/2011/07/reciprocidade.html' title='RECIPROCIDADE'/><author><name>Lucélia Zani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05343052955960234562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RgDFTsKZArA/TS-2rtcfaUI/AAAAAAAAABc/jn5UgJ-4khw/S220/DSC04478.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1thldBn0iqI/Ti9dA-mX0NI/AAAAAAAAAJo/9Jy_lZTIfAk/s72-c/reciprocidade.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7459141427244034539.post-187759143367164127</id><published>2011-07-23T22:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-24T19:52:10.635-07:00</updated><title type='text'>TALENTO X FAMA</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oJEoC1i7ubg/TiusBxze36I/AAAAAAAAAJc/ujMFXW_NcMw/s1600/amy-winehouse.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hPJtXQ88CLc/TiusPIVcbKI/AAAAAAAAAJg/9TrU6rFfOQ4/s320/amy-winehouse-3.jpg" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span data-jsid="text"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;Penso que assim como os obesos que passam por cirurgia para redução de estômago e depois necessitam de acompa&lt;span class="text_exposed_show"&gt;nhamento  psicológico para a adaptação à nova vida, os artistas, jogadores de  futebol e famosos em geral; que conquistam o sucesso e, principalmente a  ascenção rápida, também teriam que receber o mesmo tipo de tratamento.Não fomos feitos para saber lidar com isso. Ainda mais pessoas que tiveram infâncias simples, cheias de limitações.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span data-jsid="text"&gt;&lt;span class="text_exposed_show"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A  questão é que depois de serem vítimas do meio inserido, os envolvidos e  seus respectivos empresários não pensam na utilidade dos acompanhamentos  psicológicos e se omitem ao ver o resultado progressivo daquela fama repentina, que assim como  no caso da Amy Winehouse, leva à morte precoce de grandes talentos. É uma pena, mas, já sabíamos que seria assim com ela.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span data-jsid="text"&gt;&lt;span class="text_exposed_show"&gt;Jimmy Hendrix, Elvis, Janes Joplin, Kurt Cobain, Amy Winehouse...Quem será o próximo?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7459141427244034539-187759143367164127?l=cantinhodaluceliazani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantinhodaluceliazani.blogspot.com/feeds/187759143367164127/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cantinhodaluceliazani.blogspot.com/2011/07/como-lidar-com-fama.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7459141427244034539/posts/default/187759143367164127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7459141427244034539/posts/default/187759143367164127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cantinhodaluceliazani.blogspot.com/2011/07/como-lidar-com-fama.html' title='TALENTO X FAMA'/><author><name>Lucélia Zani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05343052955960234562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RgDFTsKZArA/TS-2rtcfaUI/AAAAAAAAABc/jn5UgJ-4khw/S220/DSC04478.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hPJtXQ88CLc/TiusPIVcbKI/AAAAAAAAAJg/9TrU6rFfOQ4/s72-c/amy-winehouse-3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7459141427244034539.post-2112876306245021681</id><published>2011-07-23T20:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-24T19:55:02.109-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SABER SER SURDO</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0-v2wb25Fmk/TiuQ5-M57EI/AAAAAAAAAJY/Q3ttRKg8Rko/s1600/sapinhos2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="229" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0-v2wb25Fmk/TiuQ5-M57EI/AAAAAAAAAJY/Q3ttRKg8Rko/s320/sapinhos2.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Arial','sans-serif';"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;"Era uma vez uma corrida...de sapinhos!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt; O objetivo era atingir o alto de uma grande torre.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;Havia no local uma multidão assistindo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt; Muita gente para vibrar e torcer por eles. Começou a competição.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Mas como a multidão não acreditava&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; que os sapinhos pudessem alcançar o alto daquela torre, o que mais se ouvia era: “_Que pena!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; Esses sapinhos não vão conseguir.Não vão conseguir.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; E os sapinhos começaram a desistir.Mas havia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; um que persistia e continuava a subida, em&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; busca do topo.A multidão continuava gritando:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;“...que pena!!!Vocês não vão conseguir!”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;E os sapinhos estavam mesmo desistindo um&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; por um, menos aquele sapinho que continuava&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt; tranqüilo...embora cada vez mais arfante.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt; Já no final da competição, todos desistiram –&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; menos ele.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; A curiosidade tomou conta de todos.&lt;/span&gt;Queriam saber o que tinha acontecido...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;E assim, quando foram perguntar ao sapinho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt; como ele havia conseguido concluir a prova,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt; aí sim, conseguiram descobrir...que ele era &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;surdo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Não permita que as pessoas com o péssimo hábito&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; de serem negativas, derrubem as melhores e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; mais sábias esperanças do nosso coração.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; Lembre-se sempre:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; Há poder em nossas palavras e em tudo o que&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; pensamos...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Portanto, procure sempre ser positivo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; Sendo surdo quando alguém disser que você&amp;nbsp; não pode realizar seu sonho."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Autoria desconhecida)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;P.S.:&amp;nbsp; Somos os braços Dele. &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/7459141427244034539-2112876306245021681?l=cantinhodaluceliazani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantinhodaluceliazani.blogspot.com/feeds/2112876306245021681/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cantinhodaluceliazani.blogspot.com/2011/07/saber-ser-surdo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7459141427244034539/posts/default/2112876306245021681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7459141427244034539/posts/default/2112876306245021681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cantinhodaluceliazani.blogspot.com/2011/07/saber-ser-surdo.html' title='SABER SER SURDO'/><author><name>Lucélia Zani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05343052955960234562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RgDFTsKZArA/TS-2rtcfaUI/AAAAAAAAABc/jn5UgJ-4khw/S220/DSC04478.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0-v2wb25Fmk/TiuQ5-M57EI/AAAAAAAAAJY/Q3ttRKg8Rko/s72-c/sapinhos2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7459141427244034539.post-499891778487897623</id><published>2011-07-20T19:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-20T19:30:08.523-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A TAL PERGUNTA</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ly_gZA7MYlA/TieOUj2jusI/AAAAAAAAAJU/uMMSBnQcRHY/s1600/BLOG.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ly_gZA7MYlA/TieOUj2jusI/AAAAAAAAAJU/uMMSBnQcRHY/s320/BLOG.jpg" width="230" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Foto feliz porque a vida é curta de mais para estarmos tristes&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Muitas vezes damos desculpas e explicações a nós mesmos e aos outros para que sejamos vistos como pessoas melhores, para justificarmos erros ou&amp;nbsp; formas de levar a vida. Culpamos a criação que recebemos, o namorado que tivemos, o dinheiro que faltou, o amigo que falhou. Motivos sempre sobram.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; Há bastante tempo tenho abolido essas "mentiras" da minha rotina. O que quero de verdade é estar satisfeita com o ser humano que sou, sem que isso dependa de privilégios ou da falta deles em todos os âmbitos da vida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Vivo me indagando sobre como seria se eu morresse amanhã. Morreria feliz? Teria cumprido minha missão? Teria dado orgulho a Deus? Poderia ter ajudado mais aos meus irmãos? O que eu mudaria? Trabalharia menos? Abraçaria mais? Tomaria mais água? Pintaria o cabelo de vermelho? Adotaria um filho? Seria aeromoça?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Ainda não tenho respostas para essas, que representam apenas uma pequena porcentagem de todas as outras perguntas, que surgem diante de um autoquestionamento tão necessário.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;E você, o que mudaria?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;P.S.: Mente cansada, mas coração aberto e alma lavada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7459141427244034539-499891778487897623?l=cantinhodaluceliazani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantinhodaluceliazani.blogspot.com/feeds/499891778487897623/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cantinhodaluceliazani.blogspot.com/2011/07/tal-pergunta.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7459141427244034539/posts/default/499891778487897623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7459141427244034539/posts/default/499891778487897623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cantinhodaluceliazani.blogspot.com/2011/07/tal-pergunta.html' title='A TAL PERGUNTA'/><author><name>Lucélia Zani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05343052955960234562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RgDFTsKZArA/TS-2rtcfaUI/AAAAAAAAABc/jn5UgJ-4khw/S220/DSC04478.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ly_gZA7MYlA/TieOUj2jusI/AAAAAAAAAJU/uMMSBnQcRHY/s72-c/BLOG.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7459141427244034539.post-670375882652658588</id><published>2011-07-19T19:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-19T20:05:49.245-07:00</updated><title type='text'>VIDA QUE SEGUE</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NS6zMu9loGM/TiY9A5JeDlI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/Oh-7zFwvvb8/s1600/cabelao.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NS6zMu9loGM/TiY9A5JeDlI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/Oh-7zFwvvb8/s320/cabelao.jpg" width="250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;Tenho tido a impressão de que a duração das horas andam variando dia após dia. Abro os olhos, vejo&amp;nbsp; o dia apenas começando e, na maioria das vezes, pouco depois de uma piscadela ele já se foi sem sequer dar um aceno de despedida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;Por enquanto a meta é aproveitar o "ensino intensivão" que Papai do céu preparou para passar pelas fases do vestibular da vida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;P.S.: "Como sempre, o que tenho e o que me falta determinam quanto me custará a escalada, mas não decidem se chegarei ao topo".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7459141427244034539-670375882652658588?l=cantinhodaluceliazani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantinhodaluceliazani.blogspot.com/feeds/670375882652658588/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cantinhodaluceliazani.blogspot.com/2011/07/vida-que-segue.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7459141427244034539/posts/default/670375882652658588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7459141427244034539/posts/default/670375882652658588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cantinhodaluceliazani.blogspot.com/2011/07/vida-que-segue.html' title='VIDA QUE SEGUE'/><author><name>Lucélia Zani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05343052955960234562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RgDFTsKZArA/TS-2rtcfaUI/AAAAAAAAABc/jn5UgJ-4khw/S220/DSC04478.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NS6zMu9loGM/TiY9A5JeDlI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/Oh-7zFwvvb8/s72-c/cabelao.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7459141427244034539.post-4594410308041205766</id><published>2011-07-15T16:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-15T16:27:19.475-07:00</updated><title type='text'>RETOMADA</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oOYpgrXdJQ0/TiDMpbIbnzI/AAAAAAAAAJM/aJDMEu-lCNE/s1600/trabalho_filtered.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oOYpgrXdJQ0/TiDMpbIbnzI/AAAAAAAAAJM/aJDMEu-lCNE/s320/trabalho_filtered.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;E não, não há nenhum remédio&lt;br /&gt;Pra curar essa dor&lt;br /&gt;Que ainda não passou&lt;br /&gt;Mas vai passar!&lt;br /&gt;A dor que nos machucou&lt;br /&gt;E não, não há nenhum relógio&lt;br /&gt;pra fazer voltar... O tempo voa!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;("Ainda não passou" - Nando Reis) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;P.S.: Amanhã volto a ser escrava do capitalismo. Que tudo comece com o pé direito!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7459141427244034539-4594410308041205766?l=cantinhodaluceliazani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantinhodaluceliazani.blogspot.com/feeds/4594410308041205766/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cantinhodaluceliazani.blogspot.com/2011/07/retomada.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7459141427244034539/posts/default/4594410308041205766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7459141427244034539/posts/default/4594410308041205766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cantinhodaluceliazani.blogspot.com/2011/07/retomada.html' title='RETOMADA'/><author><name>Lucélia Zani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05343052955960234562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RgDFTsKZArA/TS-2rtcfaUI/AAAAAAAAABc/jn5UgJ-4khw/S220/DSC04478.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oOYpgrXdJQ0/TiDMpbIbnzI/AAAAAAAAAJM/aJDMEu-lCNE/s72-c/trabalho_filtered.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7459141427244034539.post-2210780112360184061</id><published>2011-07-14T21:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-14T21:33:30.299-07:00</updated><title type='text'>QUE VENHA O ARCO ÍRIS</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fDVUCjJ45ac/Th_B6dgOlMI/AAAAAAAAAJI/xkS3Uqg78pI/s1600/chuva-e-fotos-do-arco-%25C3%25ADris-nb15181.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="199" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fDVUCjJ45ac/Th_B6dgOlMI/AAAAAAAAAJI/xkS3Uqg78pI/s320/chuva-e-fotos-do-arco-%25C3%25ADris-nb15181.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;"Quem olha para fora sonha, quem olha para dentro desperta"&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/7459141427244034539-2210780112360184061?l=cantinhodaluceliazani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantinhodaluceliazani.blogspot.com/feeds/2210780112360184061/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cantinhodaluceliazani.blogspot.com/2011/07/que-venha-o-arco-iris.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7459141427244034539/posts/default/2210780112360184061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7459141427244034539/posts/default/2210780112360184061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cantinhodaluceliazani.blogspot.com/2011/07/que-venha-o-arco-iris.html' title='QUE VENHA O ARCO ÍRIS'/><author><name>Lucélia Zani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05343052955960234562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RgDFTsKZArA/TS-2rtcfaUI/AAAAAAAAABc/jn5UgJ-4khw/S220/DSC04478.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fDVUCjJ45ac/Th_B6dgOlMI/AAAAAAAAAJI/xkS3Uqg78pI/s72-c/chuva-e-fotos-do-arco-%25C3%25ADris-nb15181.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7459141427244034539.post-2984763492996298617</id><published>2011-07-14T13:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-14T13:47:27.772-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MÃOS ABERTAS</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lh1JM3jK-cQ/Th9TAxWA8RI/AAAAAAAAAJE/7-JhladJUWE/s1600/maotchuco.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="238" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lh1JM3jK-cQ/Th9TAxWA8RI/AAAAAAAAAJE/7-JhladJUWE/s320/maotchuco.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Areia inesquecível de Arraial do Cabo (cenário da melhor viagem até agora)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;"Suponhamos que eu tenha um objeto de material agradável ao tato e que o segure firmemente, por que acho que alguém quer tirá-lo de mim. Eu o aperto com tanta força para evitar isso. O que acontecerá se o perigo continuar (embora seja imaginário) e eu conseguir manter o objeto em meu poder?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Primeiro o prazer se acabará; já não tenho nenhuma possibilidade de desfrutar tatilmente aquilo que estou segurando. (Pode experimentar: coloque alguma coisa em sua mão e aperte com força. Veja se, pelo tato, consegue saber como esse objeto é. É impossível. A única coisa que você sente é que o está segurando, que está tentando evitar que se perca).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;A segunda coisa que acontece é o surgimento da dor. A dor da mão fechada, cujo único prazer possível é o de não ter perdido, é a vaidade, o prazer de "ganhar"...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Consegui ficar com o que queria, mas renunciei a qualquer prazer que pudesse obter de minha relação com esse objeto."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;(Trecho do livro "Quando me conheci" - Jorge Bucay) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;P.S.: "A felicidade é a tranquilidade de quem sabe que está no caminho certo"&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/7459141427244034539-2984763492996298617?l=cantinhodaluceliazani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantinhodaluceliazani.blogspot.com/feeds/2984763492996298617/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cantinhodaluceliazani.blogspot.com/2011/07/mao-aberta.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7459141427244034539/posts/default/2984763492996298617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7459141427244034539/posts/default/2984763492996298617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cantinhodaluceliazani.blogspot.com/2011/07/mao-aberta.html' title='MÃOS ABERTAS'/><author><name>Lucélia Zani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05343052955960234562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RgDFTsKZArA/TS-2rtcfaUI/AAAAAAAAABc/jn5UgJ-4khw/S220/DSC04478.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lh1JM3jK-cQ/Th9TAxWA8RI/AAAAAAAAAJE/7-JhladJUWE/s72-c/maotchuco.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7459141427244034539.post-3911824919964189192</id><published>2011-07-09T14:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-09T14:31:32.718-07:00</updated><title type='text'>PEQUENOS AGRADOS</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rpSkLCsHaRQ/ThjIQznscWI/AAAAAAAAAJA/O_EMfvn9Vuk/s1600/LARINHA.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rpSkLCsHaRQ/ThjIQznscWI/AAAAAAAAAJA/O_EMfvn9Vuk/s320/LARINHA.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Ah, se todos os dias eu fosse acordada pelo sorriso de crianças. Ah, se eu pudesse passar todas as manhãs cinzentas brincando com pequeninos cheios de energia que não se pode explicar a origem. Ah, se fosse sempre possível ouvir meu nome sendo repetido como mantra por quem, de tão pequeno, sequer domina a pronúncia das palavras. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;Ah, se todos os dias sem sol trouxessem como surpresa uma ligação inesperada que acaba durando uma hora. As palavras ditas ali eram tão recíprocas, sinceras e cheias de compreensão que talvez nem fosse preciso dizer nada, mas já que era a única forma de manter-se presente, falaram até gastar todo o vocabulário.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;Que esses pequenos agrados da vida não me permitam perder a fé necessária para acreditar no hoje e caminhar em direção ao amanhã.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;P.S.: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Ouvindo Lenine pra lembrar daquilo que eu quero esquero.&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/7459141427244034539-3911824919964189192?l=cantinhodaluceliazani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantinhodaluceliazani.blogspot.com/feeds/3911824919964189192/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cantinhodaluceliazani.blogspot.com/2011/07/pequenos-agrados.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7459141427244034539/posts/default/3911824919964189192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7459141427244034539/posts/default/3911824919964189192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cantinhodaluceliazani.blogspot.com/2011/07/pequenos-agrados.html' title='PEQUENOS AGRADOS'/><author><name>Lucélia Zani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05343052955960234562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RgDFTsKZArA/TS-2rtcfaUI/AAAAAAAAABc/jn5UgJ-4khw/S220/DSC04478.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rpSkLCsHaRQ/ThjIQznscWI/AAAAAAAAAJA/O_EMfvn9Vuk/s72-c/LARINHA.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7459141427244034539.post-2248649434539188112</id><published>2011-07-09T01:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-09T01:07:21.565-07:00</updated><title type='text'>CICLOS</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3v5-X5PrNjs/ThgLkOiE-1I/AAAAAAAAAI8/gVGF8MvIEH8/s1600/borboleta%255B1%255D.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3v5-X5PrNjs/ThgLkOiE-1I/AAAAAAAAAI8/gVGF8MvIEH8/s320/borboleta%255B1%255D.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Novos  ciclos exigem força, determinação e foco. Novos ciclos servem para nos  tornarmos mais fortes e para que saibamos aceitar nossas fraquezas.  Novos ciclos nos permitem regeneração e novas descobertas sobre quem  somos e a respeito do mundo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Às  vezes as mudanças são inevitáveis. Até podemos protelá-las, mas chega o  momento de partir para a aceitação. Não há mesmo uma bola de cristal  para adivinharmos o que nos aguarda (bem que eu queria uma agora), mas  se não arriscamos, nos acomodamos e a vida perde o sentido.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Abrir mão dói, alterar os hábitos dói mais ainda, mas nunca nos deram garantia de que seríamos poupados de sofrimentos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Isso ou aquilo, ele ou ela podem mesmo serem os melhores, mas não para você ou não no momento presente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;O  que vale mesmo é tentar acertar ou ao menos fazer da melhor forma  possível, porque acredito que é para isso que aqui estamos. Agora é hora  de cuidar do futuro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;P.S.: Qual é a minha missão? Um dia a lagarta precisa virar borboleta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7459141427244034539-2248649434539188112?l=cantinhodaluceliazani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantinhodaluceliazani.blogspot.com/feeds/2248649434539188112/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cantinhodaluceliazani.blogspot.com/2011/07/ciclos.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7459141427244034539/posts/default/2248649434539188112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7459141427244034539/posts/default/2248649434539188112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cantinhodaluceliazani.blogspot.com/2011/07/ciclos.html' title='CICLOS'/><author><name>Lucélia Zani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05343052955960234562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RgDFTsKZArA/TS-2rtcfaUI/AAAAAAAAABc/jn5UgJ-4khw/S220/DSC04478.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3v5-X5PrNjs/ThgLkOiE-1I/AAAAAAAAAI8/gVGF8MvIEH8/s72-c/borboleta%255B1%255D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7459141427244034539.post-6297410077336225033</id><published>2011-07-08T18:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-08T19:16:47.740-07:00</updated><title type='text'>THE STORY</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2bVSTtMXMDc/ThezDOz-siI/AAAAAAAAAI4/dXiBbCruY2c/s1600/story.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320px" m$="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2bVSTtMXMDc/ThezDOz-siI/AAAAAAAAAI4/dXiBbCruY2c/s320/story.jpg" width="240px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;All of these lines across my face&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Todas as linhas que contornam o meu rosto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Tell you the story of who I am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Contam a história de quem eu sou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;So many stories of where I've been&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Tantas histórias sobre onde eu estive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;And how I got to where I am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;E como eu cheguei onde estou"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;(Brandi Carlile)&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/7459141427244034539-6297410077336225033?l=cantinhodaluceliazani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantinhodaluceliazani.blogspot.com/feeds/6297410077336225033/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cantinhodaluceliazani.blogspot.com/2011/07/story.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7459141427244034539/posts/default/6297410077336225033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7459141427244034539/posts/default/6297410077336225033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cantinhodaluceliazani.blogspot.com/2011/07/story.html' title='THE STORY'/><author><name>Lucélia Zani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05343052955960234562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RgDFTsKZArA/TS-2rtcfaUI/AAAAAAAAABc/jn5UgJ-4khw/S220/DSC04478.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2bVSTtMXMDc/ThezDOz-siI/AAAAAAAAAI4/dXiBbCruY2c/s72-c/story.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7459141427244034539.post-798105528759481330</id><published>2011-07-08T14:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-08T20:20:44.338-07:00</updated><title type='text'>INTERROGANDO</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2kxWHf0EkJo/ThdyMmosNFI/AAAAAAAAAIs/akyyU9VTiNw/s1600/interrogando1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="278" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2kxWHf0EkJo/ThdyMmosNFI/AAAAAAAAAIs/akyyU9VTiNw/s320/interrogando1.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;E agora? Que não posso mais fazer xixi com a porta aberta ou passar o tempo livre de camisola? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;E agora? Quem é que vai elogiar o meu arroz ou ser vítima da tradicional reclamação da tampa da privada levantada? Como vou perguntar se não tem nada melhor pra assistir se o controle remoto agora é só meu? De quem vou esconder os puns e remelas?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Quem&amp;nbsp; vou ter que cobrir no meio da noite e como vou ficar sem aquele peito que era oferecido sempre que o sono faltava? Com quem vou comentar sobre a matéria do telejornal, o filme em cartaz, a roupa brega daquela moça lá na rua ou a beleza chata das moças da Casa Bonita?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sS6tVOSpKRI/ThdzcBSZ8gI/AAAAAAAAAIw/bSfI0kD0MNw/s1600/dedinho.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sS6tVOSpKRI/ThdzcBSZ8gI/AAAAAAAAAIw/bSfI0kD0MNw/s320/dedinho.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Foto: Pamela Miranda&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Com quem é que vou pensar a mesma coisa ao mesmo tempo várias vezes durante o dia? Pra quem vou mostrar os números repetidos no relógio? Quem vai controlar o que eu como e fazer chantagem barata só para espremer aquela espinha? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;Quem vai caber precisamente em meu abraço ou me incentivar a arrancar os pés, quase que constantemente enfiados no chão, quando uma estrela cadente resolver se despencar lá do céu? Quem vai me fazer sorrir alto e desengonçado, chorar baixinho ou mandar para longe minhas vontades de desistir? Quem vai entender meu ser inconstante e minha mania de declarar o que sinto?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Onde estão as respostas para tantos pontos de interrogação? Há alguém aqui que precisa saber.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;P.S.: Eis que a distância volta a vestir o papel de inimiga.&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/7459141427244034539-798105528759481330?l=cantinhodaluceliazani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantinhodaluceliazani.blogspot.com/feeds/798105528759481330/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cantinhodaluceliazani.blogspot.com/2011/07/interrogando.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7459141427244034539/posts/default/798105528759481330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7459141427244034539/posts/default/798105528759481330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cantinhodaluceliazani.blogspot.com/2011/07/interrogando.html' title='INTERROGANDO'/><author><name>Lucélia Zani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05343052955960234562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RgDFTsKZArA/TS-2rtcfaUI/AAAAAAAAABc/jn5UgJ-4khw/S220/DSC04478.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2kxWHf0EkJo/ThdyMmosNFI/AAAAAAAAAIs/akyyU9VTiNw/s72-c/interrogando1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7459141427244034539.post-8500759137146205990</id><published>2011-07-06T17:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-06T21:20:10.386-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HORAS PERDIDAS</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2KHAZFWVJdM/ThT4G8eaS-I/AAAAAAAAAIo/f443RraOXHM/s1600/sono.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2KHAZFWVJdM/ThT4G8eaS-I/AAAAAAAAAIo/f443RraOXHM/s320/sono.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Malas por desfazer, quarto e atual dona bagunçados. Num dos cantos, sapatos, no outro, livros. Sobre a cama, uma cabeça voando longe e um coração que tem trocado, sem escolha própria, o dia pela noite. No aparelho televisor, apenas uma fonte de luz; no telefone, números de amigos mergulhados da cabeça aos pés em suas próprias rotinas efêmeras, mas não sem importância; no celular, mensagens com tamanho muito aquém daquilo que pretende ser dito. Assim se resume o ambiente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Quando escurece, a distância fica ainda maior e nada nem ninguém dá conta de suprir aquilo que falta. Nada entra e o que sai, motivado pelo desconforto do que encontra lá fora, logo quer voltar. E assim se perdem as horas, sem coerência e à espera de um propósito.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;P.S.: "Deslocada, estranha e aqui presente".&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/7459141427244034539-8500759137146205990?l=cantinhodaluceliazani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantinhodaluceliazani.blogspot.com/feeds/8500759137146205990/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cantinhodaluceliazani.blogspot.com/2011/07/horas-perdidas.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7459141427244034539/posts/default/8500759137146205990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7459141427244034539/posts/default/8500759137146205990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cantinhodaluceliazani.blogspot.com/2011/07/horas-perdidas.html' title='HORAS PERDIDAS'/><author><name>Lucélia Zani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05343052955960234562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RgDFTsKZArA/TS-2rtcfaUI/AAAAAAAAABc/jn5UgJ-4khw/S220/DSC04478.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2KHAZFWVJdM/ThT4G8eaS-I/AAAAAAAAAIo/f443RraOXHM/s72-c/sono.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7459141427244034539.post-4052955419807170568</id><published>2011-07-03T16:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-03T16:27:51.794-07:00</updated><title type='text'>RECOMEÇO</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Recomeço com direito a caos aéreo, festa junina para comemorar aniversário e muita esperança no coração.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Depois de treze horas de viagem, nem mesmo o óculos ficou no lugar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-H5j3aqp7rPk/ThD2ARyBQ-I/AAAAAAAAAIM/I6MsBpkj2Kg/s1600/aviao.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="255" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-H5j3aqp7rPk/ThD2ARyBQ-I/AAAAAAAAAIM/I6MsBpkj2Kg/s320/aviao.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Não foi uma boa ideia ficar batendo papo em vez de dormir antes da viagem, né?...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6Rrad6i5fpI/ThD2gJ5WlkI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/E-NOvUXe7KA/s1600/aeroporto.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6Rrad6i5fpI/ThD2gJ5WlkI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/E-NOvUXe7KA/s320/aeroporto.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;A chegada foi em um avião daltônico...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-i6WwxjEakL0/ThD63YavdHI/AAAAAAAAAIk/p3m2Non3eSc/s1600/rosa.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-i6WwxjEakL0/ThD63YavdHI/AAAAAAAAAIk/p3m2Non3eSc/s320/rosa.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Depois de uma noite bem dormida... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FvBFIrKAovw/ThD18EOIS3I/AAAAAAAAAII/YHESkH3wNe0/s1600/tchucos.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="284" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FvBFIrKAovw/ThD18EOIS3I/AAAAAAAAAII/YHESkH3wNe0/s320/tchucos.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Bora festar, sô...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9Aw5zdYrMaw/ThD2y6g6XXI/AAAAAAAAAIU/3U8YkA7Wu2I/s1600/fogueira.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9Aw5zdYrMaw/ThD2y6g6XXI/AAAAAAAAAIU/3U8YkA7Wu2I/s320/fogueira.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Família Zani quase em peso...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Tdfd7YI5MhE/ThD3A0IrpII/AAAAAAAAAIY/CzWkM5rB6w0/s1600/family.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="250" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Tdfd7YI5MhE/ThD3A0IrpII/AAAAAAAAAIY/CzWkM5rB6w0/s320/family.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Fogueira e amor pra esquentar a noite gelada de Araçatuba...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-orlJUJ1o1LE/ThD3RGG8o9I/AAAAAAAAAIg/rElFxn_zi9I/s1600/nosfogueira.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="270" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-orlJUJ1o1LE/ThD3RGG8o9I/AAAAAAAAAIg/rElFxn_zi9I/s320/nosfogueira.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;P.S.: Eu ainda acho que você devia ter ficado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7459141427244034539-4052955419807170568?l=cantinhodaluceliazani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantinhodaluceliazani.blogspot.com/feeds/4052955419807170568/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cantinhodaluceliazani.blogspot.com/2011/07/recomeco.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7459141427244034539/posts/default/4052955419807170568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7459141427244034539/posts/default/4052955419807170568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cantinhodaluceliazani.blogspot.com/2011/07/recomeco.html' title='RECOMEÇO'/><author><name>Lucélia Zani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05343052955960234562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RgDFTsKZArA/TS-2rtcfaUI/AAAAAAAAABc/jn5UgJ-4khw/S220/DSC04478.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-H5j3aqp7rPk/ThD2ARyBQ-I/AAAAAAAAAIM/I6MsBpkj2Kg/s72-c/aviao.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7459141427244034539.post-202365199797224337</id><published>2011-06-27T14:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-27T14:24:33.531-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SER FELIZ É O QUE INTERESSA</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wvtutPNhZe4/Tgjvw6CySVI/AAAAAAAAAIA/njCOaj0sFqY/s1600/praia.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213px" i$="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wvtutPNhZe4/Tgjvw6CySVI/AAAAAAAAAIA/njCOaj0sFqY/s320/praia.jpg" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Foto: Pamela Miranda&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;﻿﻿&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Morre lentamente quem não viaja, quem não lê, quem não ouve música, quem não encontra graça em si mesmo. Morre lentamente quem destrói o seu amor-próprio, quem não se deixa ajudar. Morre lentamente quem se transforma em escravo do hábito, repetindo todos os dias os mesmos trajetos, quem não muda de marca, não se arrisca a vestir uma nova cor ou não conversa com quem não conhece. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Morre lentamente quem faz da televisão o seu guru. Morre lentamente quem evita uma paixão, quem prefere o negro sobre o branco e os pontos sobre os “is” em detrimento de um redemoinho de emoções justamente as que resgatam o brilho dos olhos, sorrisos dos bocejos, corações aos tropeços e sentimentos. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--oodtbuq3U0/Tgj1A9pFg7I/AAAAAAAAAIE/KVX8q90lesQ/s1600/bebe.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="228px" i$="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--oodtbuq3U0/Tgj1A9pFg7I/AAAAAAAAAIE/KVX8q90lesQ/s320/bebe.jpg" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Morre lentamente quem não vira a mesa quando está infeliz, quem não arrisca o certo pelo incerto para ir atrás de um sonho, quem não se permite pelo menos uma vez na vida fugir dos conselhos sensatos. Morre lentamente, quem passa os dias queixando-se da sua má sorte ou da chuva incessante. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Morre lentamente, quem abandona um projeto antes de iniciá-lo, não pergunta sobre um assunto que desconhece ou não responde quando lhe indagam sobre algo que sabe. Evitemos a morte em doses suaves, recordando sempre que estar vivo exige um esforço muito maior que o simples fato de respirar. Somente a perseverança fará com que conquistemos um estágio esplêndido de felicidade.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Pablo Neruda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;P.S.: Porque é que tem gente com mania de tratar com antipatia quem só é obrigada a ver algumas vezes durante o ano? Será que julga que seus dramas sejam maiores que os da pessoa maltratada?&amp;nbsp;Você pode pensar que não, mas nasceu pra ser feliz.&amp;nbsp;Ainda dá tempo.&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/7459141427244034539-202365199797224337?l=cantinhodaluceliazani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantinhodaluceliazani.blogspot.com/feeds/202365199797224337/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cantinhodaluceliazani.blogspot.com/2011/06/ser-feliz-e-o-que-interessa.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7459141427244034539/posts/default/202365199797224337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7459141427244034539/posts/default/202365199797224337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cantinhodaluceliazani.blogspot.com/2011/06/ser-feliz-e-o-que-interessa.html' title='SER FELIZ É O QUE INTERESSA'/><author><name>Lucélia Zani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05343052955960234562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RgDFTsKZArA/TS-2rtcfaUI/AAAAAAAAABc/jn5UgJ-4khw/S220/DSC04478.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wvtutPNhZe4/Tgjvw6CySVI/AAAAAAAAAIA/njCOaj0sFqY/s72-c/praia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7459141427244034539.post-8161922919364524892</id><published>2011-06-22T21:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-22T22:00:36.131-07:00</updated><title type='text'>JORNADA MÚLTIPLA</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cKBtsDrGHmE/TgLHzy1NCwI/AAAAAAAAAH8/JTjNSr43TBg/s1600/maquiagem-mulher-maravilha.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cKBtsDrGHmE/TgLHzy1NCwI/AAAAAAAAAH8/JTjNSr43TBg/s320/maquiagem-mulher-maravilha.jpg" width="242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: small; line-height: 115%;"&gt;Quem foi que mandou queimarem os sutiens? Agora além de sermos boas mães, cozinheiras, faxineiras e esposas precisamos ter&amp;nbsp; pernas lindas, cabelos cheios de brilho e a bunda da Gisele Bundchen. Sem contar que é preciso encarar a TPM sorrindo,&amp;nbsp; ser uma profissional de destaque para garantir o pão de cada dia,&amp;nbsp; entender de futebol e pesar 40kg.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small; line-height: 115%;"&gt;As fragilidades, a vontade de receber flores e de ser cuidada ficam onde? Ou vocês acham que a Mulher Maravilha não malha pra manter aquela cinturinha e não sofre na depilação pra desfilar aquelas pernocas nos quadrinhos?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small; line-height: 115%;"&gt;Será que ser homem é tão mais fácil quanto parece?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &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/7459141427244034539-8161922919364524892?l=cantinhodaluceliazani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantinhodaluceliazani.blogspot.com/feeds/8161922919364524892/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cantinhodaluceliazani.blogspot.com/2011/06/jornada-multipla.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7459141427244034539/posts/default/8161922919364524892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7459141427244034539/posts/default/8161922919364524892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cantinhodaluceliazani.blogspot.com/2011/06/jornada-multipla.html' title='JORNADA MÚLTIPLA'/><author><name>Lucélia Zani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05343052955960234562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RgDFTsKZArA/TS-2rtcfaUI/AAAAAAAAABc/jn5UgJ-4khw/S220/DSC04478.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cKBtsDrGHmE/TgLHzy1NCwI/AAAAAAAAAH8/JTjNSr43TBg/s72-c/maquiagem-mulher-maravilha.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7459141427244034539.post-4511313868857138464</id><published>2011-06-22T14:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-22T14:57:16.326-07:00</updated><title type='text'>PAZ</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Cheirinho de amaciante vindo das roupas recém estendidas no pequeno varal, seriado favorito na TV, sorrisos dos amigos na máquina fotográfica sobre a mesa, coração radiante e só metade das preocupações de antes na cabeça. Então por que é que o peito continua apertado?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nV9YwEwt3g4/TgJkdPl5zrI/AAAAAAAAAH4/OJYCZ_6nxRQ/s1600/blog.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nV9YwEwt3g4/TgJkdPl5zrI/AAAAAAAAAH4/OJYCZ_6nxRQ/s320/blog.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;P.S.: Pessoal, obrigada pelas risadas de ontem.&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/7459141427244034539-4511313868857138464?l=cantinhodaluceliazani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantinhodaluceliazani.blogspot.com/feeds/4511313868857138464/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cantinhodaluceliazani.blogspot.com/2011/06/paz.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7459141427244034539/posts/default/4511313868857138464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7459141427244034539/posts/default/4511313868857138464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cantinhodaluceliazani.blogspot.com/2011/06/paz.html' title='PAZ'/><author><name>Lucélia Zani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05343052955960234562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RgDFTsKZArA/TS-2rtcfaUI/AAAAAAAAABc/jn5UgJ-4khw/S220/DSC04478.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nV9YwEwt3g4/TgJkdPl5zrI/AAAAAAAAAH4/OJYCZ_6nxRQ/s72-c/blog.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7459141427244034539.post-9216590329734717463</id><published>2011-06-20T15:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-03T21:39:43.614-07:00</updated><title type='text'>E A POUPANÇA BAMERINDUS JÁ NEM EXISTE MAIS</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_G9UlFTgiMI/Tf_PWC8mwCI/AAAAAAAAAH0/l-Iww2cy374/s1600/video-cassete-getty.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="141" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_G9UlFTgiMI/Tf_PWC8mwCI/AAAAAAAAAH0/l-Iww2cy374/s320/video-cassete-getty.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Há como não sentir-se velho se depois de falar com naturalidade sobre o bom e velho videocassete perto de uma criança ela responde com aquela carinha de ponto de interrogação? Como assim? As crianças não sabem o que é um videocassete!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;O aparelho que me foi tão útil para gravar clipes de música, dicas culinárias e aquele último capítulo da novela que passava justamente quando eu tinha compromisso já se tornou obsoleto. Você ainda tem um em casa? Eu não tenho mais, nem a minha vizinha, nem a minha mãe, nem os meus amigos, nem...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;É, ou a tecnologia tem feito grandes avanços em curto espaço de tempo ou já devo providenciar o meu Renew.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;P.S.: "Não é o que você faz que importa, mas como você faz". &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/7459141427244034539-9216590329734717463?l=cantinhodaluceliazani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantinhodaluceliazani.blogspot.com/feeds/9216590329734717463/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cantinhodaluceliazani.blogspot.com/2011/06/e-poupanca-bamerindus-ja-nem-existe.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7459141427244034539/posts/default/9216590329734717463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7459141427244034539/posts/default/9216590329734717463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cantinhodaluceliazani.blogspot.com/2011/06/e-poupanca-bamerindus-ja-nem-existe.html' title='E A POUPANÇA BAMERINDUS JÁ NEM EXISTE MAIS'/><author><name>Lucélia Zani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05343052955960234562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RgDFTsKZArA/TS-2rtcfaUI/AAAAAAAAABc/jn5UgJ-4khw/S220/DSC04478.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_G9UlFTgiMI/Tf_PWC8mwCI/AAAAAAAAAH0/l-Iww2cy374/s72-c/video-cassete-getty.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7459141427244034539.post-2402170788347631888</id><published>2011-06-15T17:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-22T14:57:36.474-07:00</updated><title type='text'>VALENTINE'S DAY</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="318px" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UfTmbrcHQrY/TfpY8uSu8gI/AAAAAAAAAHw/TetJlYdDr2o/s320/02.jpg" t8="true" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.: "Não me lembro como eu era antes de você".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7459141427244034539-2402170788347631888?l=cantinhodaluceliazani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantinhodaluceliazani.blogspot.com/feeds/2402170788347631888/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cantinhodaluceliazani.blogspot.com/2011/06/valentines-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7459141427244034539/posts/default/2402170788347631888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7459141427244034539/posts/default/2402170788347631888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cantinhodaluceliazani.blogspot.com/2011/06/valentines-day.html' title='VALENTINE&apos;S DAY'/><author><name>Lucélia Zani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05343052955960234562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RgDFTsKZArA/TS-2rtcfaUI/AAAAAAAAABc/jn5UgJ-4khw/S220/DSC04478.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bsiByudZFvo/TflKZnNmToI/AAAAAAAAAHo/yJfpLMs25Qk/s72-c/01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7459141427244034539.post-7980314986052037672</id><published>2011-06-10T21:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-10T21:44:15.439-07:00</updated><title type='text'>COISAS QUE EU "SEI"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div id="div_letra"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZsaPWv5-tKw/TfLxYK8g8uI/AAAAAAAAAHc/zKTDmJMWHj8/s1600/musica1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZsaPWv5-tKw/TfLxYK8g8uI/AAAAAAAAAHc/zKTDmJMWHj8/s320/musica1.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Eu quero ficar perto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;De tudo que acho certo&lt;br /&gt;Até o dia em que eu&lt;br /&gt;Mudar de opinião&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A minha experiência&lt;br /&gt;Meu pacto com a ciência&lt;br /&gt;Meu conhecimento&lt;br /&gt;É minha distração..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Coisas que eu sei&lt;br /&gt;Eu adivinho&lt;br /&gt;Sem ninguém ter me contado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tBauJYcLUos/TfLxhJ3ibtI/AAAAAAAAAHg/fxtdua-AOQo/s1600/musica.jpg" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coisas que eu sei&lt;br /&gt;O meu rádio relógio&lt;br /&gt;Mostra o tempo errado&lt;br /&gt;Aperte o Play...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Eu gosto do meu quarto&lt;br /&gt;Do meu desarrumado&lt;br /&gt;Ninguém sabe mexer&lt;br /&gt;Na minha confusão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É o meu ponto de vista&lt;br /&gt;Não aceito turistas&lt;br /&gt;Meu mundo tá fechado&lt;br /&gt;Pra visitação...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Coisas que eu sei&lt;br /&gt;O medo mora perto&lt;br /&gt;Das idéias loucas&lt;br /&gt;Coisas que eu sei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se eu for eu vou assim&lt;br /&gt;Não vou trocar de roupa&lt;br /&gt;É minha lei...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Eu corto os meus dobrados&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Acerto os meus pecados&lt;br /&gt;Ninguém pergunta mais&lt;br /&gt;Depois que eu já paguei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tBauJYcLUos/TfLxhJ3ibtI/AAAAAAAAAHg/fxtdua-AOQo/s1600/musica.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tBauJYcLUos/TfLxhJ3ibtI/AAAAAAAAAHg/fxtdua-AOQo/s320/musica.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Eu vejo o filme em pausas&lt;br /&gt;Eu imagino casas&lt;br /&gt;Depois eu já nem lembro&lt;br /&gt;Do que eu desenhei...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Coisas que eu sei&lt;br /&gt;Não guardo mais agendas&lt;br /&gt;No meu celular&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coisas que eu sei&lt;br /&gt;Eu compro aparelhos&lt;br /&gt;Que eu não sei usar&lt;br /&gt;Eu já comprei...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;As vezes dá preguiça&lt;br /&gt;Na areia movediça&lt;br /&gt;Quanto mais eu mexo&lt;br /&gt;Mais afundo em mim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu moro num cenário&lt;br /&gt;Do lado imaginário&lt;br /&gt;Eu entro e saio sempre&lt;br /&gt;Quando tô a fim...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Coisas que eu sei&lt;br /&gt;As noites ficam claras&lt;br /&gt;No raiar do dia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coisas que eu sei&lt;br /&gt;São coisas que antes&lt;br /&gt;Eu somente não sabia...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coisas que eu sei&lt;br /&gt;As noites ficam claras&lt;br /&gt;No raiar do dia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coisas que eu sei&lt;br /&gt;São coisas que antes&lt;br /&gt;Eu somente não sabia...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Agora eu sei...&lt;br /&gt;Agora eu sei...&lt;br /&gt;Agora eu sei...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah! Ah! Agora eu sei...&lt;br /&gt;Ah! Ah! Agora eu sei...&lt;br /&gt;Ah! Ah! Agora eu sei...&lt;br /&gt;Ah! Ah! Eu sei!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;P.S.: Dia dos apaixonados chegando!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZsaPWv5-tKw/TfLxYK8g8uI/AAAAAAAAAHc/zKTDmJMWHj8/s1600/musica1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&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/7459141427244034539-7980314986052037672?l=cantinhodaluceliazani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantinhodaluceliazani.blogspot.com/feeds/7980314986052037672/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cantinhodaluceliazani.blogspot.com/2011/06/coisas-que-eu-sei.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7459141427244034539/posts/default/7980314986052037672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7459141427244034539/posts/default/7980314986052037672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cantinhodaluceliazani.blogspot.com/2011/06/coisas-que-eu-sei.html' title='COISAS QUE EU &quot;SEI&quot;'/><author><name>Lucélia Zani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05343052955960234562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RgDFTsKZArA/TS-2rtcfaUI/AAAAAAAAABc/jn5UgJ-4khw/S220/DSC04478.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZsaPWv5-tKw/TfLxYK8g8uI/AAAAAAAAAHc/zKTDmJMWHj8/s72-c/musica1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7459141427244034539.post-7659044967507676385</id><published>2011-06-08T00:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-10T13:50:39.144-07:00</updated><title type='text'>NUM FECHAR DE OLHOS</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-C_TDWxRMNrU/Te8XtW2R0HI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/hnzfYk1hdlo/s1600/cabofrio.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-C_TDWxRMNrU/Te8XtW2R0HI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/hnzfYk1hdlo/s320/cabofrio.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Se eu fechar os olhos  quero me imaginar na praia, não muito perto a ponto de sentir a água do  mar tocar meus pés e nem tão longe a ponto de não poder escutar em  alto e bom som as ondas se quebrando sem parar.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Se  eu fechar os olhos quero poder me calar sempre que puder e ser  simpática só com quem realmente merece.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Se eu fechar os  olhos quero sentir o sabor de várias e várias colheradas de brigadeiro  boca a dentro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hJe8aGG1HlY/Te8aQb1ahXI/AAAAAAAAAHU/IBh1E3SNzGQ/s1600/mama.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hJe8aGG1HlY/Te8aQb1ahXI/AAAAAAAAAHU/IBh1E3SNzGQ/s320/mama.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Se eu fechar os olhos  quero pensar que toco piano a quatro mãos com Alanys Morissete e  desenferrujo meus dedos que há tempos sequer encostam num bom instrumento.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hJe8aGG1HlY/Te8aQb1ahXI/AAAAAAAAAHU/IBh1E3SNzGQ/s1600/mama.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Se eu fechar os olhos quero me  ver brincando de fazer desenhos abstratos com aquela pequena de quase cinco aninhos que alegra meus dias mais nublados.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Se eu fechar os olhos quero  pensar que posso pegar minha moto neste exato momento e sair por aí só pra  sentir o vento.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BNgjbpIhQpo/Te8d6jaYPoI/AAAAAAAAAHY/PXqeSzkn-pc/s1600/jojo.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="261" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BNgjbpIhQpo/Te8d6jaYPoI/AAAAAAAAAHY/PXqeSzkn-pc/s320/jojo.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Se  eu fechar os olhos quero uma roda de amigos verdadeiros tomando vinho e  dando risadas espontâneas.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Se eu fechar os olhos quero o carinho daquela mão grande que bagunça meu cabelo e me faz dormir. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Se eu fechar os olhos quero estar deitada na barriga do meu gato amarelo enquanto ouço ele ronronar.&lt;/span&gt; Ah, como eu quero fechar os olhos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;P.S.:&amp;nbsp; "Tudo que é bom dura pouco e não acaba cedo" - Capital Inicial.&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/7459141427244034539-7659044967507676385?l=cantinhodaluceliazani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantinhodaluceliazani.blogspot.com/feeds/7659044967507676385/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cantinhodaluceliazani.blogspot.com/2011/06/num-fechar-de-olhos.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7459141427244034539/posts/default/7659044967507676385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7459141427244034539/posts/default/7659044967507676385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cantinhodaluceliazani.blogspot.com/2011/06/num-fechar-de-olhos.html' title='NUM FECHAR DE OLHOS'/><author><name>Lucélia Zani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05343052955960234562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RgDFTsKZArA/TS-2rtcfaUI/AAAAAAAAABc/jn5UgJ-4khw/S220/DSC04478.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-C_TDWxRMNrU/Te8XtW2R0HI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/hnzfYk1hdlo/s72-c/cabofrio.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7459141427244034539.post-103682941646896917</id><published>2011-06-04T21:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-04T21:53:31.485-07:00</updated><title type='text'>FIM DE SEMANA</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-adjpObS9dy4/TesKLuash_I/AAAAAAAAAHE/pmrvg9URD7o/s1600/lapa.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="238" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-adjpObS9dy4/TesKLuash_I/AAAAAAAAAHE/pmrvg9URD7o/s320/lapa.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Sábado à noite é meu dia preferido na semana. Sempre foi. Até mesmo quando a única autorização que eu tinha daquele pai bravo era para ir somente até a esquina.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Pra  mim as noites do último dia da semana tem até cheiro específico. É o fruto da mistura dos aromas dos perfumes que rodeiam os pescoços de quem aproveita o fim de semana para colocar a cara na rua.&amp;nbsp; Nessa noite o mundo acontece.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;O que mais gosto é a possibilidade de observação. Gosto de analisar, por exemplo, os casais que não andam de mãos dadas na rua. Fico imaginando se brigaram, se o sentimento acabou ou se não fazem questão do ato e são felizes mesmo assim. Observo as paqueras típicas da noite e as manias de quem senta ou gesticula de maneira peculiar. O tempo acaba voando e eu, me divirto gratuitamente. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-L93qDuxbdkc/TesKgdXpwaI/AAAAAAAAAHM/cKUl0xGvPDU/s1600/sabado.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-L93qDuxbdkc/TesKgdXpwaI/AAAAAAAAAHM/cKUl0xGvPDU/s1600/sabado.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="263" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-L93qDuxbdkc/TesKgdXpwaI/AAAAAAAAAHM/cKUl0xGvPDU/s320/sabado.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gpDgFQPKgHo/TesKY5N8HiI/AAAAAAAAAHI/C9hQAZQoBdE/s1600/sabado.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Outra peculiaridade ocorre entre os garçons que servem a ele e a mim nos bares (botecos aqui no Rio). De forma geral, pedimos um balde de Bohemia (ou um chope) e um refrigerante (ou suco). A bebida alcoólica é sempre servida para ele e o refri para mim.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;A nossa reação já é habitual, nos entreolhamos, sorrimos e trocamos os copos. Eles, os garçons, acabam rindo conosco, mas na próxima, o ato falho, inevitavelmente, se repete.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Que o próximo sábado chegue logo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;P.S.: "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Deixe o seu sorriso mudar o mundo, mais não deixe o mundo mudar seu sorriso".&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/7459141427244034539-103682941646896917?l=cantinhodaluceliazani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantinhodaluceliazani.blogspot.com/feeds/103682941646896917/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cantinhodaluceliazani.blogspot.com/2011/06/fim-de-semana.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7459141427244034539/posts/default/103682941646896917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7459141427244034539/posts/default/103682941646896917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cantinhodaluceliazani.blogspot.com/2011/06/fim-de-semana.html' title='FIM DE SEMANA'/><author><name>Lucélia Zani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05343052955960234562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RgDFTsKZArA/TS-2rtcfaUI/AAAAAAAAABc/jn5UgJ-4khw/S220/DSC04478.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-adjpObS9dy4/TesKLuash_I/AAAAAAAAAHE/pmrvg9URD7o/s72-c/lapa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7459141427244034539.post-2103854777482540802</id><published>2011-06-04T11:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-04T11:39:42.353-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SABADÃO RIMADO</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sW6V47GqNjo/Tep7rcGlphI/AAAAAAAAAG8/d3qtK4d_Bu4/s1600/pin+up___.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sW6V47GqNjo/Tep7rcGlphI/AAAAAAAAAG8/d3qtK4d_Bu4/s1600/pin+up___.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Sábado nublado, plantão arrastado e em casa me espera o esfregão. Como companhia  apenas sabão, vassoura e pano de chão.&amp;nbsp; Taí a equação do dia; casa suja,  preguiça e falta de empolgação. O resultado dela até o início da noite precisa  ser limpeza, comida quentinha sobre a mesa e disposição. Valei-me santo das  amélias desesperadas!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;P.S.: Nightmare! &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/7459141427244034539-2103854777482540802?l=cantinhodaluceliazani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantinhodaluceliazani.blogspot.com/feeds/2103854777482540802/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cantinhodaluceliazani.blogspot.com/2011/06/sabadao-rimado.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7459141427244034539/posts/default/2103854777482540802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7459141427244034539/posts/default/2103854777482540802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cantinhodaluceliazani.blogspot.com/2011/06/sabadao-rimado.html' title='SABADÃO RIMADO'/><author><name>Lucélia Zani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05343052955960234562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RgDFTsKZArA/TS-2rtcfaUI/AAAAAAAAABc/jn5UgJ-4khw/S220/DSC04478.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sW6V47GqNjo/Tep7rcGlphI/AAAAAAAAAG8/d3qtK4d_Bu4/s72-c/pin+up___.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7459141427244034539.post-3987558485249773174</id><published>2011-06-01T23:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-01T23:37:11.284-07:00</updated><title type='text'>UM JEITO MEU</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5yUTiezILds/TecvSMM9fyI/AAAAAAAAAG4/DL8jHIkn_mM/s1600/mosaico_meu.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="230" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5yUTiezILds/TecvSMM9fyI/AAAAAAAAAG4/DL8jHIkn_mM/s320/mosaico_meu.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;Derreto-me e volto à infância na presença de crianças, é minha forma de não ser constantemente crescida.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;Ouço e cantarolo música o dia todo; genética herdada de meu pai.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;Um  edredon me cobre todas as noites,&amp;nbsp; mesmo que eu  precise ligar ventiladores e o aparelho de ar condicionado. Também adoro andar de pijama pela casa e não vivo sem cremes hidratantes; é minha busca por conforto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;Sempre  que me deito, um sapo de pelúcia, presente de muitos anos, me faz  companhia. Com ele troco papos “cabeça”, é para fazer jus ao ditado de  que cada louco tem sua mania.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;Fico louca com qualquer doce, é meu espírito de gorda.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;Observo  a tudo e a todos, até mesmo em restaurantes, escrevo (entenda-se  digito) sem parar, mesmo que seja com o uso dos dedos de forma errada,  sou persuasiva e não tenho paciência com pessoas prolixas; é meu sangue  de jornalista que fala mais alto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;Adoro criar novas misturas de tempero quando cozinho; é a convivência com as mulheres importantes da minha vida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;Não gosto de rotinas, sou teimosa e falo pelos cotovelos; é meu jeito geminiano de ser.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;Delicio-me com nhoque e comidas parecidas. Também não sei falar sem usar as mãos; é minha descendência italiana.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;Assisto desenho animado e solto gargalhadas na frente de quem for; é quando me desligo do mundo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;Fico tímida sempre quando chego a lugares novos; é meu modo de menina caipira.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;Apaixono-me facilmente por gatos e não gosto de chegar perto do mar; é porque minha mãe também é assim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;Empresto meu ombro sem fazer cerimônia; é a amiga que mora em mim. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;Sou companheira, cúmplice e sofro pelos problemas alheios; é meu lado humano.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;Danço sozinha e às vezes corto o próprio cabelo, é a moleca que existe em mim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;Sou  assim...meio chata, meio simpática, meio metódica, meio companheira,  meio deslocada, meio difícil, meio palhaça, meio fechada, meio isso e  meio aquilo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;P.S.: Tic tac, tic tac.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span id="f"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7459141427244034539-3987558485249773174?l=cantinhodaluceliazani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantinhodaluceliazani.blogspot.com/feeds/3987558485249773174/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cantinhodaluceliazani.blogspot.com/2011/06/um-jeito-meu.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7459141427244034539/posts/default/3987558485249773174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7459141427244034539/posts/default/3987558485249773174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cantinhodaluceliazani.blogspot.com/2011/06/um-jeito-meu.html' title='UM JEITO MEU'/><author><name>Lucélia Zani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05343052955960234562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RgDFTsKZArA/TS-2rtcfaUI/AAAAAAAAABc/jn5UgJ-4khw/S220/DSC04478.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5yUTiezILds/TecvSMM9fyI/AAAAAAAAAG4/DL8jHIkn_mM/s72-c/mosaico_meu.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7459141427244034539.post-2165803087376930358</id><published>2011-05-31T19:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-31T19:20:29.266-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MUSICADA</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EbJvkkvx4RI/TeWe31FN-tI/AAAAAAAAAGw/7Gf8hpri0Bw/s1600/rosto.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="276" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EbJvkkvx4RI/TeWe31FN-tI/AAAAAAAAAGw/7Gf8hpri0Bw/s320/rosto.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;h6 class="uiStreamMessage textPost" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="messageBody"&gt;"We don't really need to find reason&lt;br /&gt;Cause out the same door that it came well its leaving its leaving&lt;br /&gt;Leaving like a day that's done and part of a season"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h6&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;"Você não precisa encontrar razão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;porque pela mesma porta que entrou está indo embora, Indo embora&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Indo embora como um dia que acabou e faz parte de uma estação"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="messageBody"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt; - Jack Jhonson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SnoSfWdZSYw/TeWe_Xvhj5I/AAAAAAAAAG0/rNrh_7XbzyQ/s1600/voo.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SnoSfWdZSYw/TeWe_Xvhj5I/AAAAAAAAAG0/rNrh_7XbzyQ/s320/voo.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;"Não vou lamentar, o que passou passou&lt;br /&gt;Eu vou embora, meu tempo  acabou&lt;br /&gt;Tenho muita coisa para descobrir&lt;br /&gt;Eu sinto muito, mas tenho que  ir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Changes lá vem meu trem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Vem meu trem&lt;br /&gt;Sei que tá na hora e eu  vou me dar bem&lt;br /&gt;Sempre em frente, nunca pra trás" - Seo Jorge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;h6 class="uiStreamMessage textPost" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="messageBody"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;P.S.: "Que essa minha vontade de ir embora se transforme na calma e na paz que eu mereço" - Oswaldo Montenegro&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h6&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7459141427244034539-2165803087376930358?l=cantinhodaluceliazani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantinhodaluceliazani.blogspot.com/feeds/2165803087376930358/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cantinhodaluceliazani.blogspot.com/2011/05/musicada.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7459141427244034539/posts/default/2165803087376930358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7459141427244034539/posts/default/2165803087376930358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cantinhodaluceliazani.blogspot.com/2011/05/musicada.html' title='MUSICADA'/><author><name>Lucélia Zani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05343052955960234562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RgDFTsKZArA/TS-2rtcfaUI/AAAAAAAAABc/jn5UgJ-4khw/S220/DSC04478.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EbJvkkvx4RI/TeWe31FN-tI/AAAAAAAAAGw/7Gf8hpri0Bw/s72-c/rosto.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7459141427244034539.post-1723728972273163364</id><published>2011-05-29T19:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-29T19:18:04.191-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SEXO COM PIMENTA</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;É incrível ver as cifras movimentadas pela indústria do sexo. Aqui no Rio, os organizadores da&amp;nbsp; segunda edição da Hot Fair (Feira Quente) esperam receber cerca de 30 mil pessoas durante os quatro dias do evento que começou na quinta-feira. A expectativa de faturamento gira em torno de R$5 milhões.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-59rRScdsBKU/TeL4lJBxCdI/AAAAAAAAAGs/W8ygS0J6Jls/s1600/scrapee.net_20110529225230N5Wi.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-59rRScdsBKU/TeL4lJBxCdI/AAAAAAAAAGs/W8ygS0J6Jls/s320/scrapee.net_20110529225230N5Wi.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Fui conferir e, se depender do que encontrei no local, não vai ser difícil alcançar a meta. Casais, solteiros e até mesmo famílias (pois é, famílias) não deixavam a feira sem sacolas de compras nas mãos.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Quem não gosta de estar por dentro das novidades que atire a primeira pedra. Eu, que também sou de carne e osso, resolvi encarar a espera nas filas e confesso que gostei do que vi e senti.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; Nessas horas comemoro por ver que o preconceito começa a passar longe das camas e cabeças brasileiras.&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/7459141427244034539-1723728972273163364?l=cantinhodaluceliazani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantinhodaluceliazani.blogspot.com/feeds/1723728972273163364/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cantinhodaluceliazani.blogspot.com/2011/05/sexo-com-pimenta.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7459141427244034539/posts/default/1723728972273163364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7459141427244034539/posts/default/1723728972273163364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cantinhodaluceliazani.blogspot.com/2011/05/sexo-com-pimenta.html' title='SEXO COM PIMENTA'/><author><name>Lucélia Zani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05343052955960234562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RgDFTsKZArA/TS-2rtcfaUI/AAAAAAAAABc/jn5UgJ-4khw/S220/DSC04478.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-59rRScdsBKU/TeL4lJBxCdI/AAAAAAAAAGs/W8ygS0J6Jls/s72-c/scrapee.net_20110529225230N5Wi.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
