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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 229px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KCG4LXN2u1c/S-mn3EDCsFI/AAAAAAAABzI/0TGcpb79j1o/s400/dieta.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470087786839322706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#551A8B;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&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/400379100032325897-2536647198466726389?l=prifbh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prifbh.blogspot.com/feeds/2536647198466726389/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prifbh.blogspot.com/2010/05/blog-post_11.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/400379100032325897/posts/default/2536647198466726389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/400379100032325897/posts/default/2536647198466726389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prifbh.blogspot.com/2010/05/blog-post_11.html' title='dieta...'/><author><name>Priscila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15601173025447902104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DqaNYJXc30A/TlWP6N_5XAI/AAAAAAAACBs/sQkUMWlbLxQ/s220/makeover%2Bmsn.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KCG4LXN2u1c/S-mn3EDCsFI/AAAAAAAABzI/0TGcpb79j1o/s72-c/dieta.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-400379100032325897.post-1444308213939770595</id><published>2010-05-11T15:35:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2010-05-11T15:39:45.449-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Mulheres de Trinta - Arnaldo Jabor.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KCG4LXN2u1c/S-mjnxa5mkI/AAAAAAAAByo/ZGvz33XncNs/s1600/30a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KCG4LXN2u1c/S-mjnxa5mkI/AAAAAAAAByo/ZGvz33XncNs/s320/30a.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470083126094568002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  line-height: 20px; font-family:'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, Verdana, sans-serif;font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663366;"&gt;Isto é para as mulheres de 30 anos pra cima... E para todas aquelas que estão entrando nos 30, e para todas aquelas que estão com medo de entrar nos 30...E para homens que têm medo de mulheres de mais de 30!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Á medida que envelheço, e convivo com outras, valorizo mais as mulheres que estão acima dos 30. Estas são algumas razões do porquê:&lt;br /&gt;- Uma mulher de 30 nunca o acordará no meio da noite para perguntar: "O que você está pensando?" Ela não se importa com o que você pensa, mas se dispõe de coração se você tiver a intenção de conversar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Se uma mulher de 30 não quer assistir o jogo, ela não fica à sua volta resmungando. Ela faz alguma coisa que queira fazer. E, geralmente é alguma coisa bem mais interessante.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Uma mulher de 30 se conhece o suficiente para saber quem é, o que quer e quem quer. Poucas mulheres de 30 se incomodam com o que você pensa dela ou sobre o que ela está fazendo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Mulheres dos 30 são honradas. Elas raramente brigam aos gritos com você durante a ópera ou no meio de um restaurante caro. É claro, que se você merecer, elas não hesitarão em atirar em você, mas só se ainda sim elas acharem que poderão se safar impunes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Uma mulher de 30 tem total confiança em si para apresentar-te para suas melhores amigas. Uma mulher mais nova com um homem tende a ignorar mesmo sua melhor amiga porque ela não confia no cara com outra mulher. E falo por experiência própria. Não se fica com quem não se confia, vivendo e aprendenndo né???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Mulheres se tornam psicanalistas quando envelhecem. Você nunca precisa confessar seus pecados para uma mulher com mais de 30. Elas sempre sabem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Uma mulher com mais de 30 fica linda usando batom vermelho. O mesmo não ocorre com mulheres mais jovens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Mulheres mais velhas são diretas e honestas. Elas te dirão na cara se você for um idiota, se você estiver agindo como um!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Você nunca precisa se preocupar onde você se encaixa na vida dela. Basta agir como homem, e o resto deixe que ela faça.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Sim, nós admiramos as mulheres com mais de 30 por um "sem" número de razões. Infelizmente, isso não é recíproco.Para cada mulher de mais de 30, estonteante, inteligente, bem apanhada e sexy, existe um careca, velho, pançudo em calças amarelas bancando o bobo para uma garçonete de 22 anos. Senhoras, eu peço desculpas: Para todos os homens que dizem, "porque comprar a vaca se você pode beber o leite de graça?", aqui está a novidade para vocês: Hoje em dia 80% das mulheres são contra o casamento, sabe por quê? Porque as mulheres perceberam que não vale a pena comprar um porco inteiro só para ter uma lingüiça. Nada mais justo."&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/400379100032325897-1444308213939770595?l=prifbh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prifbh.blogspot.com/feeds/1444308213939770595/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prifbh.blogspot.com/2010/05/mulheres-de-trinta-arnaldo-jabor.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/400379100032325897/posts/default/1444308213939770595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/400379100032325897/posts/default/1444308213939770595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prifbh.blogspot.com/2010/05/mulheres-de-trinta-arnaldo-jabor.html' title='Mulheres de Trinta - Arnaldo Jabor.'/><author><name>Priscila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15601173025447902104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DqaNYJXc30A/TlWP6N_5XAI/AAAAAAAACBs/sQkUMWlbLxQ/s220/makeover%2Bmsn.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KCG4LXN2u1c/S-mjnxa5mkI/AAAAAAAAByo/ZGvz33XncNs/s72-c/30a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-400379100032325897.post-3411255027065227895</id><published>2010-05-09T17:58:00.006-03:00</published><updated>2010-05-09T18:23:27.629-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Feliz Dia das Mães!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KCG4LXN2u1c/S-cnxxCwQdI/AAAAAAAAByM/Wh9eMPUxJhg/s1600/dia+das+m%C3%A3es.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; 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margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 196px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KCG4LXN2u1c/S-N0edsF6NI/AAAAAAAABxE/UVAQMNC-OAI/s200/casamento.gif" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468342439272376530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;Em maio de 98, escrevi um texto em que afirmava que achava bonito o ritual do casamento na igreja, com seus vestidos brancos e tapetes vermelhos, mas que a única coisa que me desagradava era o sermão do padre: "Promete ser fiel na alegria e na tristeza, na saúde e na doença, amando-lhe e respeitando-lhe até que a morte os separe?" Acho simplista e um pouco fora da realidade. Dou aqui novas sugestões de sermões:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;- Promete não deixar a paixão fazer de você uma pessoa controladora, e sim respeitar a individualidade do seu amado, lembrando sempre que ele não pertence a você e que está ao seu lado por livre e espontânea vontade?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;- Promete saber ser amiga e ser amante, sabendo exatamente quando devem entrar em cena uma e outra, sem que isso lhe transforme numa pessoa de dupla identidade ou numa pessoa menos romântica?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;- Promete fazer da passagem dos anos uma via de amadurecimento e não uma via de cobranças por sonhos idealizados que não chegaram a se concretizar?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;- Promete sentir prazer de estar com a pessoa que você escolheu e ser feliz ao lado dela pelo simples fato de ela ser a pessoa que melhor conhece você e portanto a mais bem preparada para lhe ajudar, assim como você a ela?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;- Promete se deixar conhecer?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;- Promete que seguirá sendo uma pessoa gentil, carinhosa e educada, que não usará a rotina como desculpa para sua falta de humor?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;- Promete que fará sexo sem pudores, que fará filhos por amor e por vontade, e não porque é o que esperam de você, e que os educará para serem independentes e bem informados sobre a realidade que os aguarda?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;- Promete que não falará mal da pessoa com quem casou só para arrancar risadas dos outros?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;- Promete que a palavra liberdade seguirá tendo a mesma importância que sempre teve na sua vida, que você saberá responsabilizar-se por si mesmo sem ficar escravizado pelo outro e que saberá lidar com sua própria solidão, que casamento algum elimina?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;- Promete que será tão você mesmo quanto era minutos antes de entrar na igreja?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;Sendo assim, declaro-os muito mais que marido e mulher: declaro-os maduros.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/400379100032325897-8863261722983219051?l=prifbh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prifbh.blogspot.com/feeds/8863261722983219051/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prifbh.blogspot.com/2010/05/promessas-matrimoniais-martha-medeiros.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/400379100032325897/posts/default/8863261722983219051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-400379100032325897.post-1417474665692161143</id><published>2010-05-05T10:46:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-05-05T11:31:47.290-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Texto de Drauzio Varela...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KCG4LXN2u1c/S-F2vntQSnI/AAAAAAAABwc/UgJAWcY1Ehk/s1600/MD-Dia+dos+Namorados.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KCG4LXN2u1c/S-F2vntQSnI/AAAAAAAABwc/UgJAWcY1Ehk/s320/MD-Dia+dos+Namorados.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467781983089216114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;PARA QUE SERVE UMA RELAÇÃO?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663300;"&gt;Uma relação tem que servir para você se sentir 100% à vontade com outra pessoa, à vontade para concordar com ela e discordar dela, para ter sexo sem não-me-toques ou para cair no sono logo após o jantar, pregado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663300;"&gt;    Uma relação tem que servir para você ter com quem ir ao cinema de mãos dadas, para ter alguém que instale o som novo enquanto você prepara uma omelete, para ter alguém com quem viajar para um país distante, para ter alguém com quem ficar em silêncio sem que nenhum dos dois se incomode com isso.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663300;"&gt;    Uma relação tem que servir para, às vezes, estimular você a se produzir, e, quase sempre, estimular você a ser do jeito que é, de cara lavada e bonita a seu modo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663300;"&gt;    Uma relação tem que servir para um e outro se sentirem amparados nas suas inquietações, para ensinar a confiar, a respeitar as diferenças que há entre as pessoas, e deve servir para fazer os dois se divertirem demais, mesmo em casa, principalmente em casa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663300;"&gt;    Uma relação tem que servir para cobrir as despesas um do outro num momento de aperto, e cobrir as dores um do outro num momento de melancolia, e cobrirem o corpo um do outro quando o cobertor cair.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663300;"&gt;Uma relação tem que servir para um acompanhar o outro no médico, para um perdoar as fraquezas do outro, para um abrir a garrafa de vinho e para o outro abrir o jogo, e para os dois abrirem-se para o mundo, cientes de que o mundo não se resume aos dois!!!&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/400379100032325897-1417474665692161143?l=prifbh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;Então, um brinde a nós amor!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;tim-tim!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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Jorge.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KCG4LXN2u1c/S9HTVzxaKNI/AAAAAAAABvE/qGf0qNuF7nA/s1600/sao-jorge.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 293px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KCG4LXN2u1c/S9HTVzxaKNI/AAAAAAAABvE/qGf0qNuF7nA/s320/sao-jorge.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463380194605279442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;"Eu andarei vestido e armado com as armas de São Jorge &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;para que meus inimigos, tendo pés não me alcancem,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; tendo mãos não me peguem, tendo olhos não me vejam,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; e nem em pensamentos eles possam me fazer mal."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' 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Jorge.'/><author><name>Priscila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15601173025447902104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DqaNYJXc30A/TlWP6N_5XAI/AAAAAAAACBs/sQkUMWlbLxQ/s220/makeover%2Bmsn.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KCG4LXN2u1c/S9HTVzxaKNI/AAAAAAAABvE/qGf0qNuF7nA/s72-c/sao-jorge.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-400379100032325897.post-6488756066453542562</id><published>2010-04-22T22:56:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-04-22T23:18:42.508-03:00</updated><title type='text'>O amor que a vida traz - Martha Medeiros.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KCG4LXN2u1c/S9ECtvL3jXI/AAAAAAAABu0/3wu7Z8kFFhc/s1600/coracao.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 293px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KCG4LXN2u1c/S9ECtvL3jXI/AAAAAAAABu0/3wu7Z8kFFhc/s320/coracao.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463150807760735602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Você gostaria de ter um amor que fosse estável, divertido e fácil. O objeto desse amor nem precisaria ser muito bonito, nem rico. Uma pessoa bacana, que te adorasse e fosse parceira já estaria mais do que bom. Você quer um amor assim. É pedir muito? Ora, você está sendo até modesto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;O problema é que todos imaginam um amor a seu modo, um amor cheio de pré-requisitos. Ao analisar o currículo do candidato, alguns itens de fábrica não podem faltar. O seu amor tem que gostar um pouco de cinema, nem que seja pra assistir em casa, no DVD. E seria bom que gostasse dos seus amigos. E precisa ter um emprego seguro. Bom humor, sim, bom humor não pode faltar. Não é querer demais, é? Ninguém está pedindo um piloto de Fórmula 1 ou uma capa da Playboy. Basta um amor desses fabricados em série, não pode ser tão impossível.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Aí a vida bate à sua porta e entrega um amor que não tem nada a ver com o que você queria. Será que se enganou de endereço? Não. Está tudo certinho, confira o protocolo. Esse é o amor que lhe cabe. É seu. Se não gostar, pode colocar no lixo, pode passar adiante, faça o que quiser. A entrega está feita, assine aqui, adeus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;E agora está você aí, com esse amor que não estava nos planos. Um amor que não é a sua cara, que não lembra em nada o amor solicitado. E, por isso mesmo, um amor que deixa você em pânico e em êxtase. Tudo diferente do que você um dia supôs, um amor que te perturba e te exige, que não aceita as regras que você estipulou. Um amor que a cada manhã faz você pensar que de hoje não passa, mas a noite chega e esse amor perdura, um amor movido por discussões que você não esperava enfrentar e por beijos para os quais nem imaginava ter tanto fôlego. Um amor errado como aqueles que dizem que devemos aproveitar enquanto não encontramos o certo, e o certo era aquele outro que você havia encomendado, mas a vida, que é péssima em atender pedidos, lhe trouxe esse e conforme-se, saboreie esse presente, esse suspense, esse nonsense, esse amor que você desconfia que nem lhe pertence. Aquele amor em formato de coração, amor com licor, amor de caixinha, não apareceu. Olhe pra você vivendo esse amor a granel, esse amor escarcéu, não era bem isso que você desejava, mas é o amor que lhe foi destinado, o amor que começou por telefone, o amor que começou pela internet, que esbarrou em você no elevador, o amor que era pra não vingar e virou compromisso, olha você tendo que explicar o que não se explica, você nunca havia se dado conta de que amor não se pede, não se especifica, não se experimenta em loja – ah, este me serviu direitinho!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Aquele amor discretinho por você tão sonhado vai parar na porta de alguém para o qual um amor discretinho costuma ser desprezado, repare em como a vida é astuciosa. Assim são as entregas de amor, todas como se viessem num caminhão da sorte, uma promoção de domingo, um prêmio buzinando lá fora, mesmo você nunca tendo apostado. Aquele amor que você encomendou não veio, parabéns! 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