<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><rss xmlns:atom='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' version='2.0'><channel><atom:id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7344520521415017803</atom:id><lastBuildDate>Wed, 16 Dec 2009 12:08:36 +0000</lastBuildDate><title>MOMENTOS DE VIDA</title><description>Às vezes "roubo" palavras-emoção para reler depois e poderia guardar em qualquer lugar, mas guardo aqui, nesse coração que me faz lembrar.</description><link>http://diariovirtualmeu.blogspot.com/</link><managingEditor>mpaula26@hotmail.com (paula barros)</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>164</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7344520521415017803.post-8648627901483755542</guid><pubDate>Wed, 16 Dec 2009 03:10:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-12-16T00:10:06.712-03:00</atom:updated><title></title><description>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9fBW5-JUtlg/SyhOYHyOmDI/AAAAAAAAFNQ/VZVmzOeGSEE/s1600-h/farol" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9fBW5-JUtlg/SyhOYHyOmDI/AAAAAAAAFNQ/VZVmzOeGSEE/s320/farol" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Teu corpo é feito o mar &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Um mar fácil de navegar &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Pelo teu corpo &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sigo a rota &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Onde a onda do prazer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;É minha bússola &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Os ventos da fantasia &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Embalam meu barco &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;O teu farol &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;É o meu guia &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nas profundezas nos encontramos &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Entre tantas vidas &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Só a tua pulsa &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Teu corpo é o meu mar &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Onde mergulho&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Me encontro &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;(antigo)&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/7344520521415017803-8648627901483755542?l=diariovirtualmeu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://diariovirtualmeu.blogspot.com/2009/12/teu-corpo-e-feito-o-mar-um-mar-facil-de.html</link><author>mpaula26@hotmail.com (paula barros)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9fBW5-JUtlg/SyhOYHyOmDI/AAAAAAAAFNQ/VZVmzOeGSEE/s72-c/farol' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7344520521415017803.post-8075777161729326589</guid><pubDate>Wed, 16 Dec 2009 03:01:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-12-16T00:01:47.947-03:00</atom:updated><title></title><description>&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;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9fBW5-JUtlg/SyhKxhnnRqI/AAAAAAAAFNI/J5TyWq5uzyg/s1600-h/IMG_5748.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9fBW5-JUtlg/SyhKxhnnRqI/AAAAAAAAFNI/J5TyWq5uzyg/s400/IMG_5748.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O barco tem seguido lentamente&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Num mar de calmaria&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ventos tranqüilos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O sol tem brilhado na medida certa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lua e as estrelas companheiras da noite&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ao longe o farol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O farol pisca já faz dias&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O nevoeiro dissipou-se&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O barco segue a rota&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uma rota sinalizada pelo farol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas essa rota só é possível&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pelo leme e a bússola do próprio barco&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E nesse ir ao encontro de....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O farol é quem se move e se aproxima&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E ver a luz do barco&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;09.04.08&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7344520521415017803-8075777161729326589?l=diariovirtualmeu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://diariovirtualmeu.blogspot.com/2009/12/o-barco-tem-seguido-lentamente-num-mar.html</link><author>mpaula26@hotmail.com (paula barros)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9fBW5-JUtlg/SyhKxhnnRqI/AAAAAAAAFNI/J5TyWq5uzyg/s72-c/IMG_5748.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7344520521415017803.post-789153768203998380</guid><pubDate>Thu, 10 Dec 2009 01:03:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-12-09T22:03:51.315-03:00</atom:updated><title></title><description>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9fBW5-JUtlg/SyBIEJoYDtI/AAAAAAAAFKw/ya3Iu3tEPCE/s1600-h/IMG_5904.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9fBW5-JUtlg/SyBIEJoYDtI/AAAAAAAAFKw/ya3Iu3tEPCE/s320/IMG_5904.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Apreciar o belo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Sentir a maravilha do espetáculo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Raios que aquecem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Mesmo que&amp;nbsp;não possa ser tocado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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/7344520521415017803-789153768203998380?l=diariovirtualmeu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://diariovirtualmeu.blogspot.com/2009/12/apreciar-o-belo-sentir-maravilha-do.html</link><author>mpaula26@hotmail.com (paula barros)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9fBW5-JUtlg/SyBIEJoYDtI/AAAAAAAAFKw/ya3Iu3tEPCE/s72-c/IMG_5904.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7344520521415017803.post-7713762711661798972</guid><pubDate>Wed, 09 Dec 2009 00:07:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-12-08T21:07:04.106-03:00</atom:updated><title></title><description>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Me chamaram de visceral, e eu chorei. Chorei as lágrimas das minhas vísceras arrancadas em tão poucas palavras. Visceral podia até ser um elogio, por outro qualquer. Mas vindo dele, é muito ruim, porque o meu visceral assusta, afasta, amedronta. Me rouba o sonho.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;VISCERAL, VISCERAL, VISCERAL.....repercute em meu ser. Meus ouvidos já não suportam ouvir essa palavra se repetir na minha alma. Quando não pingam lágrimas, elas, as benditas lágrimas ficam penduradas no meu ser, feito morcego, se balançando e me colocando de cabeça para baixo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;“Não me faça me sentir culpado por não lhe entender”. Ainda tenho que suportar a culpa de ter sido intensa, de ter sido visceral, e de fazer o outro culpado por não me entender. Ah, mundo complicado. Quando a sensibilidade atravanca o progresso de um simples conhecer. Quando o descontrole da emoção atropela o outro que é um borbulhar de emoção. E foi a emoção do outro que me colocou pelo avesso, e me endireitou. E se eu não me chamasse Paula, e se eu fosse uma simples moela, um fígado em pedaços, uma &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;tripa de porco, eu seria vísceras, e eu seria visceral, e não estaria me sentindo culpada de ser humana. Humanamente emocional.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;10.04.09&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&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/7344520521415017803-7713762711661798972?l=diariovirtualmeu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://diariovirtualmeu.blogspot.com/2009/12/me-chamaram-de-visceral-e-eu-chorei.html</link><author>mpaula26@hotmail.com (paula barros)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7344520521415017803.post-8949892136170939528</guid><pubDate>Tue, 24 Nov 2009 21:05:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-24T18:06:56.385-03:00</atom:updated><title></title><description>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9fBW5-JUtlg/SwxKK6VQ6RI/AAAAAAAAFGE/Y_VBvXfoGOw/s1600/IMG_3518.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9fBW5-JUtlg/SwxKK6VQ6RI/AAAAAAAAFGE/Y_VBvXfoGOw/s400/IMG_3518.JPG" yr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;foto tirada em Paraty - 09&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Faltou inspiração.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Flores com carinho. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Para falar no silêncio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7344520521415017803-8949892136170939528?l=diariovirtualmeu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://diariovirtualmeu.blogspot.com/2009/11/faltou-inspiracao.html</link><author>mpaula26@hotmail.com (paula barros)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9fBW5-JUtlg/SwxKK6VQ6RI/AAAAAAAAFGE/Y_VBvXfoGOw/s72-c/IMG_3518.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7344520521415017803.post-8285590873793568289</guid><pubDate>Sun, 22 Nov 2009 02:36:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-21T23:37:11.868-03:00</atom:updated><title></title><description>&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;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9fBW5-JUtlg/SwijOdXjqPI/AAAAAAAAFFk/As9Fwq7BxfE/s1600/IMG_1615.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9fBW5-JUtlg/SwijOdXjqPI/AAAAAAAAFFk/As9Fwq7BxfE/s400/IMG_1615.JPG" yr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Nova Fribrugo - RJ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;A beleza refletida nos mínimos detalhes....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7344520521415017803-8285590873793568289?l=diariovirtualmeu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://diariovirtualmeu.blogspot.com/2009/11/nova-fribrugo-rj-beleza-refletida-nos.html</link><author>mpaula26@hotmail.com (paula barros)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9fBW5-JUtlg/SwijOdXjqPI/AAAAAAAAFFk/As9Fwq7BxfE/s72-c/IMG_1615.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7344520521415017803.post-299903050713935271</guid><pubDate>Fri, 20 Nov 2009 13:36:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-20T10:43:55.825-03:00</atom:updated><title></title><description>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9fBW5-JUtlg/SwacTF9kTXI/AAAAAAAAFAc/34m7_2yq3dw/s1600/IMG_3370.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406180254536715634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9fBW5-JUtlg/SwacTF9kTXI/AAAAAAAAFAc/34m7_2yq3dw/s400/IMG_3370.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ilha Bela - SP&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; Deixar a mente passear&lt;br /&gt;Seguir o caminho da emoção....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7344520521415017803-299903050713935271?l=diariovirtualmeu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://diariovirtualmeu.blogspot.com/2009/11/deixar-mente-passear-seguir-o-caminho.html</link><author>mpaula26@hotmail.com (paula barros)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9fBW5-JUtlg/SwacTF9kTXI/AAAAAAAAFAc/34m7_2yq3dw/s72-c/IMG_3370.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7344520521415017803.post-5969471093481406013</guid><pubDate>Tue, 17 Nov 2009 16:54:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-17T13:56:54.621-03:00</atom:updated><title>Chega um momento na vida</title><description>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9fBW5-JUtlg/SwLVj-W-LAI/AAAAAAAAFAE/3ZxSj5iHYVE/s1600/IMG_7410.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9fBW5-JUtlg/SwLVj-W-LAI/AAAAAAAAFAE/3ZxSj5iHYVE/s320/IMG_7410.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405117316809501698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chega um momento na vida&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que olhando para mim&lt;br /&gt;E me ouvindo&lt;br /&gt;Pude perceber o que não quero no meu caminho&lt;br /&gt;Nem do meu lado de fora&lt;br /&gt;Muito menos do lado de dentro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chega um momento na vida&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que não dá para ficar me repetindo&lt;br /&gt;Dando voltas em volta do nada&lt;br /&gt;Escutando o silêncio&lt;br /&gt;Dos mudo de alma&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chega um momento da vida&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que fui me desviando de alguns obstáculos&lt;br /&gt;Pulando as pedras pontiagudas do caminho&lt;br /&gt;Abrindo os braços para os abraços&lt;br /&gt;Decidindo viver novos espetáculos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chega um momento na vida&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que decidi fazer diferente&lt;br /&gt;Seguir um novo caminho&lt;br /&gt;Aceitar os bons naturalmente&lt;br /&gt;Fui trilhando uma nova estrada&lt;br /&gt;Com passos inversos dos quais caminhava&lt;br /&gt;Decidi fazer versos de mim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chega um momento na vida&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que decidi sorrir para os sorrisos&lt;br /&gt;Oferecer minhas mãos para as mãos do aconchego&lt;br /&gt;Viver belos momentos na vida&lt;br /&gt;Ter boas lembranças para lembrar&lt;br /&gt;Emocionantes histórias para contar&lt;br /&gt;Caminhar juntinho .....de mim....do amor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(texto antigo)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7344520521415017803-5969471093481406013?l=diariovirtualmeu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://diariovirtualmeu.blogspot.com/2009/11/chega-um-momento-na-vida.html</link><author>mpaula26@hotmail.com (paula barros)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9fBW5-JUtlg/SwLVj-W-LAI/AAAAAAAAFAE/3ZxSj5iHYVE/s72-c/IMG_7410.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7344520521415017803.post-7923929051131413219</guid><pubDate>Thu, 12 Nov 2009 14:26:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-12T11:28:02.856-03:00</atom:updated><title></title><description>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9fBW5-JUtlg/SvwbR-s8yhI/AAAAAAAAE_E/rm7JvaAK3R4/s1600-h/fotos+tamandar%C3%A9+023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9fBW5-JUtlg/SvwbR-s8yhI/AAAAAAAAE_E/rm7JvaAK3R4/s400/fotos+tamandar%C3%A9+023.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403223648641010194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um brisa de carinho...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tamandaré - PE&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7344520521415017803-7923929051131413219?l=diariovirtualmeu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://diariovirtualmeu.blogspot.com/2009/11/um-brisa-de-carinho.html</link><author>mpaula26@hotmail.com (paula barros)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9fBW5-JUtlg/SvwbR-s8yhI/AAAAAAAAE_E/rm7JvaAK3R4/s72-c/fotos+tamandar%C3%A9+023.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7344520521415017803.post-6709754479559541162</guid><pubDate>Wed, 11 Nov 2009 21:38:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-11T18:40:31.862-03:00</atom:updated><title></title><description>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9fBW5-JUtlg/SvsvOXWNo4I/AAAAAAAAE-8/rk32TbeaknM/s1600-h/IMG_4609.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9fBW5-JUtlg/SvsvOXWNo4I/AAAAAAAAE-8/rk32TbeaknM/s400/IMG_4609.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402964101792899970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A mente é um labirinto...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7344520521415017803-6709754479559541162?l=diariovirtualmeu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://diariovirtualmeu.blogspot.com/2009/11/mente-e-um-labirinto.html</link><author>mpaula26@hotmail.com (paula barros)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9fBW5-JUtlg/SvsvOXWNo4I/AAAAAAAAE-8/rk32TbeaknM/s72-c/IMG_4609.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7344520521415017803.post-7464671437435950695</guid><pubDate>Tue, 10 Nov 2009 23:23:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-10T20:40:15.353-03:00</atom:updated><title></title><description>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9fBW5-JUtlg/Svn3zYdVjAI/AAAAAAAAE-s/08QDYY11VOo/s1600-h/IMG_9792.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9fBW5-JUtlg/Svn3zYdVjAI/AAAAAAAAE-s/08QDYY11VOo/s400/IMG_9792.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402621690118507522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Da minha janela&lt;br /&gt;Um sol para aquecer a alma&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7344520521415017803-7464671437435950695?l=diariovirtualmeu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://diariovirtualmeu.blogspot.com/2009/11/da-minha-janela-um-sol-para-aquecer.html</link><author>mpaula26@hotmail.com (paula barros)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9fBW5-JUtlg/Svn3zYdVjAI/AAAAAAAAE-s/08QDYY11VOo/s72-c/IMG_9792.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7344520521415017803.post-3044911940032129795</guid><pubDate>Tue, 10 Nov 2009 19:58:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-10T17:07:07.243-03:00</atom:updated><title></title><description>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9fBW5-JUtlg/SvnHgMd9P8I/AAAAAAAAE-k/j0Nj3Cae4lA/s1600-h/IMG_3974.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9fBW5-JUtlg/SvnHgMd9P8I/AAAAAAAAE-k/j0Nj3Cae4lA/s400/IMG_3974.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402568583924236226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O pensamento voa por mares, colinas, e céus.&lt;br /&gt;Voa por mim....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7344520521415017803-3044911940032129795?l=diariovirtualmeu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://diariovirtualmeu.blogspot.com/2009/11/o-pensamento-voa-por-mares-colinas-e.html</link><author>mpaula26@hotmail.com (paula barros)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9fBW5-JUtlg/SvnHgMd9P8I/AAAAAAAAE-k/j0Nj3Cae4lA/s72-c/IMG_3974.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7344520521415017803.post-329115570012574701</guid><pubDate>Mon, 09 Nov 2009 12:56:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-09T10:26:27.998-03:00</atom:updated><title></title><description>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9fBW5-JUtlg/SvgXA3po-cI/AAAAAAAAE-c/Xk33Gi1U0QM/s1600-h/fotos+tamandar%C3%A9+244.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9fBW5-JUtlg/SvgXA3po-cI/AAAAAAAAE-c/Xk33Gi1U0QM/s400/fotos+tamandar%C3%A9+244.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402093056736950722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9fBW5-JUtlg/SvgWtlu2inI/AAAAAAAAE-U/173avPymSuk/s1600-h/fotos+tamandar%C3%A9+243.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9fBW5-JUtlg/SvgWtlu2inI/AAAAAAAAE-U/173avPymSuk/s400/fotos+tamandar%C3%A9+243.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402092725509458546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Olhar através de uma janela nos mostra ângulos de beleza. É um contato especial, com uma nova forma de olhar e sentir.&lt;br /&gt;O que pode parecer restrito, é amplo. E no restrito, observar melhor os detalhes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7344520521415017803-329115570012574701?l=diariovirtualmeu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://diariovirtualmeu.blogspot.com/2009/11/blog-post.html</link><author>mpaula26@hotmail.com (paula barros)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9fBW5-JUtlg/SvgXA3po-cI/AAAAAAAAE-c/Xk33Gi1U0QM/s72-c/fotos+tamandar%C3%A9+244.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7344520521415017803.post-4163262459686029889</guid><pubDate>Fri, 06 Nov 2009 23:59:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-06T21:08:42.250-03:00</atom:updated><title>Lembrei de você.....</title><description>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/akJIO06cmAQ&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/akJIO06cmAQ&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7344520521415017803-4163262459686029889?l=diariovirtualmeu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><enclosure type='' url='http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=akJIO06cmAQ&amp;feature=player_embeddedhttp://' length='0'/><link>http://diariovirtualmeu.blogspot.com/2009/11/width340-height285-namemovie.html</link><author>mpaula26@hotmail.com (paula barros)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>5</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7344520521415017803.post-6922625869962384059</guid><pubDate>Thu, 15 Oct 2009 20:10:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-10-15T17:10:39.014-03:00</atom:updated><title></title><description>&lt;br /&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;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9fBW5-JUtlg/SteBhYn3doI/AAAAAAAAE0o/IERt05eUk2M/s1600-h/IMG_2426.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img $r="true" border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9fBW5-JUtlg/SteBhYn3doI/AAAAAAAAE0o/IERt05eUk2M/s320/IMG_2426.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O tempo se fez nublado&lt;br /&gt;E era apenas meio dia&lt;br /&gt;De um dia que prometia sol&lt;br /&gt;E se fez noite&lt;br /&gt;Assim de repente&lt;br /&gt;Sem nenhuma trovoada&lt;br /&gt;Sem nenhum sinal vindo do céu&lt;br /&gt;Ou dos Deuses&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Era meio dia&lt;br /&gt;Eclipse total do sol&amp;nbsp; e da lua&lt;br /&gt;Só trevas&lt;br /&gt;Só escuridão&lt;br /&gt;E silêncio. Muito silêncio&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De repente o tempo ficou sem céu&lt;br /&gt;Sem lua, sem sol, sem estrela&lt;br /&gt;Sem música, sem poesia&lt;br /&gt;O chão da terra sumiu&lt;br /&gt;Ao meio dia&lt;br /&gt;Me deixando suspensa&lt;br /&gt;Sem ar, sem luz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7344520521415017803-6922625869962384059?l=diariovirtualmeu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://diariovirtualmeu.blogspot.com/2009/10/o-tempo-se-fez-nublado-e-era-apenas.html</link><author>mpaula26@hotmail.com (paula barros)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9fBW5-JUtlg/SteBhYn3doI/AAAAAAAAE0o/IERt05eUk2M/s72-c/IMG_2426.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7344520521415017803.post-1009587238959487451</guid><pubDate>Tue, 06 Oct 2009 17:39:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-10-06T14:39:24.934-03:00</atom:updated><title></title><description>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9fBW5-JUtlg/Sst_n2RpkyI/AAAAAAAAEw8/Y7Wa90TNHcc/s1600-h/IMG_2464.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img $r="true" border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9fBW5-JUtlg/Sst_n2RpkyI/AAAAAAAAEw8/Y7Wa90TNHcc/s320/IMG_2464.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9fBW5-JUtlg/Sst_7tH3XbI/AAAAAAAAExE/e8Ag0xuadro/s1600-h/IMG_2471.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img $r="true" border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9fBW5-JUtlg/Sst_7tH3XbI/AAAAAAAAExE/e8Ag0xuadro/s320/IMG_2471.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6aa84f; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;A cachoeira de emoção e sensações &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6aa84f; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Inunda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6aa84f; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Gera energia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6aa84f; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Movimenta a vida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6aa84f; font-family: Verdana; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Minas Gerais - set-09)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&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/7344520521415017803-1009587238959487451?l=diariovirtualmeu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://diariovirtualmeu.blogspot.com/2009/10/cachoeira-de-emocao-e-sensacoes-inunda.html</link><author>mpaula26@hotmail.com (paula barros)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9fBW5-JUtlg/Sst_n2RpkyI/AAAAAAAAEw8/Y7Wa90TNHcc/s72-c/IMG_2464.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>5</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7344520521415017803.post-8300751177453629960</guid><pubDate>Tue, 06 Oct 2009 04:22:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-10-06T01:22:43.360-03:00</atom:updated><title></title><description>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9fBW5-JUtlg/SsrC5q0cs1I/AAAAAAAAEw0/4lGXjm3E0Bs/s1600-h/bh+e+outros+483.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img $r="true" border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9fBW5-JUtlg/SsrC5q0cs1I/AAAAAAAAEw0/4lGXjm3E0Bs/s320/bh+e+outros+483.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b45f06; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Faz&amp;nbsp;dias que meu pensamento&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b45f06; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Tem um outro balanço&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b45f06; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Um ritmo diferente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b45f06; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Uma ausência presente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b45f06; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Que embala os dias&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b45f06; font-family: Verdana; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Ilha Bela - São Paulo)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&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/7344520521415017803-8300751177453629960?l=diariovirtualmeu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://diariovirtualmeu.blogspot.com/2009/10/faz-que-meu-pensamento-tem-um-outro.html</link><author>mpaula26@hotmail.com (paula barros)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9fBW5-JUtlg/SsrC5q0cs1I/AAAAAAAAEw0/4lGXjm3E0Bs/s72-c/bh+e+outros+483.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>5</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7344520521415017803.post-3892017397143270428</guid><pubDate>Mon, 05 Oct 2009 23:21:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-10-05T20:22:31.253-03:00</atom:updated><title></title><description>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: cyan; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;"Têm coisas que vão além de nossa compreensão, não existe reposta...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: cyan;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Aquela folha de plátano não voou em vão..."&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: cyan;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Memória de Elefante&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9fBW5-JUtlg/Ssp8Um3A3RI/AAAAAAAAEvM/otLY2xIYSHE/s1600-h/folha.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img $r="true" border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9fBW5-JUtlg/Ssp8Um3A3RI/AAAAAAAAEvM/otLY2xIYSHE/s320/folha.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9fBW5-JUtlg/Ssp8bGCSj1I/AAAAAAAAEvU/TRU5SwNo7Qo/s1600-h/folha+1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img $r="true" border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9fBW5-JUtlg/Ssp8bGCSj1I/AAAAAAAAEvU/TRU5SwNo7Qo/s320/folha+1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: cyan;"&gt;Nova Friburgo - 09&lt;/span&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/7344520521415017803-3892017397143270428?l=diariovirtualmeu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://diariovirtualmeu.blogspot.com/2009/10/tem-coisas-que-vao-alem-de-nossa.html</link><author>mpaula26@hotmail.com (paula barros)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9fBW5-JUtlg/Ssp8Um3A3RI/AAAAAAAAEvM/otLY2xIYSHE/s72-c/folha.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7344520521415017803.post-4402678721888297096</guid><pubDate>Mon, 05 Oct 2009 02:19:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-10-04T23:31:39.411-03:00</atom:updated><title>Colhendo luas</title><description>&lt;span style="color: #ffe599; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ffe599;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ffe599; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9fBW5-JUtlg/SslZkH5_MzI/AAAAAAAAEuE/dWd5a-geFsA/s1600-h/bh+e+outros+1332.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="cssfloat: left; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img $r="true" border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9fBW5-JUtlg/SslZkH5_MzI/AAAAAAAAEuE/dWd5a-geFsA/s320/bh+e+outros+1332.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ffe599; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Olinda 04.10.09&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ffe599; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;A viagem continua.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ffe599; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Olinda, momento lindo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ffe599; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;A lua refletindo no mar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ffe599; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;A brisa acariciando cabelos e rosto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ffe599; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Acalentando sonhos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ffe599;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ffe599; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Lua cheia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ffe599; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Repleta de pensamentos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ffe599; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Alegria no olhar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ffe599; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Passos soltos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ffe599;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ffe599; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;No coração a vontade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ffe599; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;De ter comigo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ffe599; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;O viajante do pensamento&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ffe599; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Aquele que faz o pensamento viajar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ffe599; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Para apreciar, a lua, as ondas batendo nas rochas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ffe599; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;O mar, lindo, lindo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ffe599; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Nessa noite de luar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9fBW5-JUtlg/SslacWm3xoI/AAAAAAAAEuU/yIXKPXT6N7E/s1600-h/bh+e+outros+1306.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img $r="true" border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9fBW5-JUtlg/SslacWm3xoI/AAAAAAAAEuU/yIXKPXT6N7E/s320/bh+e+outros+1306.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&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/7344520521415017803-4402678721888297096?l=diariovirtualmeu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://diariovirtualmeu.blogspot.com/2009/10/colhendo-luas.html</link><author>mpaula26@hotmail.com (paula barros)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9fBW5-JUtlg/SslZkH5_MzI/AAAAAAAAEuE/dWd5a-geFsA/s72-c/bh+e+outros+1332.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7344520521415017803.post-6135995962101196224</guid><pubDate>Sun, 04 Oct 2009 20:40:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-10-04T17:47:57.290-03:00</atom:updated><title></title><description>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9fBW5-JUtlg/SskHu5HAc9I/AAAAAAAAEr8/_-aO_DUjMa8/s1600-h/IMG_1465.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img $r="true" border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9fBW5-JUtlg/SskHu5HAc9I/AAAAAAAAEr8/_-aO_DUjMa8/s320/IMG_1465.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9fBW5-JUtlg/SskH7fW-BoI/AAAAAAAAEsE/-9dc5O8maLM/s1600-h/IMG_1466.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img $r="true" border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9fBW5-JUtlg/SskH7fW-BoI/AAAAAAAAEsE/-9dc5O8maLM/s320/IMG_1466.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Passei a noite lembrando dessas fotos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;A realidade é que uma lembrança puxa outra...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;No fundo eu sei do que lembrava, só não consegui escrever nada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7344520521415017803-6135995962101196224?l=diariovirtualmeu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://diariovirtualmeu.blogspot.com/2009/10/blog-post.html</link><author>mpaula26@hotmail.com (paula barros)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9fBW5-JUtlg/SskHu5HAc9I/AAAAAAAAEr8/_-aO_DUjMa8/s72-c/IMG_1465.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7344520521415017803.post-7745362891762369622</guid><pubDate>Sun, 04 Oct 2009 12:12:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-10-04T09:12:26.263-03:00</atom:updated><title></title><description>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Encontrei você &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Agora estás no pensamento&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9fBW5-JUtlg/SsiQKzRuVSI/AAAAAAAAErs/AZ8WOOv4aXY/s1600-h/BRASÃLIA+280.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img $r="true" border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9fBW5-JUtlg/SsiQKzRuVSI/AAAAAAAAErs/AZ8WOOv4aXY/s320/BRAS%C3%8DLIA+280.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9fBW5-JUtlg/SsiQSi8mQJI/AAAAAAAAEr0/TfGpdJucAo4/s1600-h/BRASÃLIA+282.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img $r="true" border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9fBW5-JUtlg/SsiQSi8mQJI/AAAAAAAAEr0/TfGpdJucAo4/s320/BRAS%C3%8DLIA+282.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;A liberdade de andar sob o céu azul&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;A dois, com o coração entrelaçado&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7344520521415017803-7745362891762369622?l=diariovirtualmeu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://diariovirtualmeu.blogspot.com/2009/10/encontrei-voce-agora-estas-no.html</link><author>mpaula26@hotmail.com (paula barros)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9fBW5-JUtlg/SsiQKzRuVSI/AAAAAAAAErs/AZ8WOOv4aXY/s72-c/BRAS%C3%8DLIA+280.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7344520521415017803.post-654588317345102322</guid><pubDate>Sat, 03 Oct 2009 21:55:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-10-03T18:55:18.332-03:00</atom:updated><title></title><description>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9fBW5-JUtlg/SsfGo4nIiEI/AAAAAAAAErk/NdSj9fvthsY/s1600-h/IMG_8494.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img $r="true" border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9fBW5-JUtlg/SsfGo4nIiEI/AAAAAAAAErk/NdSj9fvthsY/s320/IMG_8494.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;Quando olhares a lua&lt;br /&gt;E o banho de beleza te iluminar&lt;br /&gt;Mesmo que traga lembranças e saudades&lt;br /&gt;Não te esqueças&lt;br /&gt;Lembrei de ti&lt;/span&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/7344520521415017803-654588317345102322?l=diariovirtualmeu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://diariovirtualmeu.blogspot.com/2009/10/quando-olhares-lua-e-o-banho-de-beleza.html</link><author>mpaula26@hotmail.com (paula barros)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9fBW5-JUtlg/SsfGo4nIiEI/AAAAAAAAErk/NdSj9fvthsY/s72-c/IMG_8494.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7344520521415017803.post-6433525932320034609</guid><pubDate>Sat, 03 Oct 2009 16:11:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-10-03T13:11:21.890-03:00</atom:updated><title></title><description>&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;Para navegar é preciso desvirar o barco.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9fBW5-JUtlg/Ssd2aalJpCI/AAAAAAAAErc/9mRA8PcKsOk/s1600-h/IMG_3429.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img $r="true" border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9fBW5-JUtlg/Ssd2aalJpCI/AAAAAAAAErc/9mRA8PcKsOk/s320/IMG_3429.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Parati-set-09&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Para viver preciso sonhar.&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/7344520521415017803-6433525932320034609?l=diariovirtualmeu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://diariovirtualmeu.blogspot.com/2009/10/para-navegar-e-preciso-desvirar-o-barco.html</link><author>mpaula26@hotmail.com (paula barros)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9fBW5-JUtlg/Ssd2aalJpCI/AAAAAAAAErc/9mRA8PcKsOk/s72-c/IMG_3429.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7344520521415017803.post-7211727053393143977</guid><pubDate>Sat, 03 Oct 2009 03:57:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-10-03T00:57:20.921-03:00</atom:updated><title></title><description>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9fBW5-JUtlg/SsbLQAP6_GI/AAAAAAAAEpc/Yw9JIP7xl0s/s1600-h/IMG_9815.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img $r="true" border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9fBW5-JUtlg/SsbLQAP6_GI/AAAAAAAAEpc/Yw9JIP7xl0s/s320/IMG_9815.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Existe mais coisa na minha cabeça do que se possa imaginar......&lt;/span&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/7344520521415017803-7211727053393143977?l=diariovirtualmeu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://diariovirtualmeu.blogspot.com/2009/10/existe-mais-coisa-na-minha-cabeca-do.html</link><author>mpaula26@hotmail.com (paula barros)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9fBW5-JUtlg/SsbLQAP6_GI/AAAAAAAAEpc/Yw9JIP7xl0s/s72-c/IMG_9815.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7344520521415017803.post-7101525823411565726</guid><pubDate>Fri, 02 Oct 2009 15:56:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-10-02T12:56:59.359-03:00</atom:updated><title></title><description>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;Ruínas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9fBW5-JUtlg/SsYhcOzfprI/AAAAAAAAEpU/idTF296U_GU/s1600-h/IMG_3054.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img $r="true" border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9fBW5-JUtlg/SsYhcOzfprI/AAAAAAAAEpU/idTF296U_GU/s200/IMG_3054.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9fBW5-JUtlg/SsYhEhacAnI/AAAAAAAAEpM/9cycSYZP-tU/s1600-h/IMG_2458.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img $r="true" border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9fBW5-JUtlg/SsYhEhacAnI/AAAAAAAAEpM/9cycSYZP-tU/s200/IMG_2458.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9fBW5-JUtlg/SsYg4E74eKI/AAAAAAAAEpE/jymBpmno1rM/s1600-h/IMG_3800.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img $r="true" border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9fBW5-JUtlg/SsYg4E74eKI/AAAAAAAAEpE/jymBpmno1rM/s200/IMG_3800.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Das ruínas restaram o alicerce&lt;br /&gt;A certeza que houve um passado&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na&amp;nbsp;vida, apesar de algumas ruínas,&lt;br /&gt;Sabemos que é possível&lt;br /&gt;Através do passado e das experiências&lt;br /&gt;Reconstruír-se, com mais força e beleza.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7344520521415017803-7101525823411565726?l=diariovirtualmeu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://diariovirtualmeu.blogspot.com/2009/10/ruinas-das-ruinas-restaram-o-alicerce.html</link><author>mpaula26@hotmail.com (paula barros)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9fBW5-JUtlg/SsYhcOzfprI/AAAAAAAAEpU/idTF296U_GU/s72-c/IMG_3054.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>5</thr:total></item></channel></rss>