<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11211424</id><updated>2012-02-16T21:15:16.594-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Prozaicas</title><subtitle type='html'>Sua dose diária de bom-humor</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prozaicas.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11211424/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prozaicas.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11211424/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Renata</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10582993393607872858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qp7DMFBAfxM/TH5bYVjWfHI/AAAAAAAAAbs/gFTdz5eWr_M/S220/Renata.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>149</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11211424.post-5633825663389154814</id><published>2008-09-22T16:20:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T17:38:18.096-04:00</updated><title type='text'>... e vejo flores em você!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qp7DMFBAfxM/SNgD6gWAZEI/AAAAAAAAAQc/HigUt8Tf6V4/s1600-h/foto+iceberg+210.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qp7DMFBAfxM/SNgD6gWAZEI/AAAAAAAAAQc/HigUt8Tf6V4/s400/foto+iceberg+210.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248949669349844034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold;"&gt;"De todo meu passado boas e más recordações&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Quero viver meu presente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold;"&gt;e lembrar tudo depois&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nessa vida passageira&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Eu sou eu, você é você&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Isso é o que mais me agrada,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Isso é o que me faz dixer:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Que vejo flores em você!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/11211424-5633825663389154814?l=prozaicas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prozaicas.blogspot.com/feeds/5633825663389154814/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11211424&amp;postID=5633825663389154814&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11211424/posts/default/5633825663389154814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11211424/posts/default/5633825663389154814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prozaicas.blogspot.com/2008/09/e-vejo-flores-em-voc.html' title='... e vejo flores em você!!!'/><author><name>Renata</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10582993393607872858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qp7DMFBAfxM/TH5bYVjWfHI/AAAAAAAAAbs/gFTdz5eWr_M/S220/Renata.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qp7DMFBAfxM/SNgD6gWAZEI/AAAAAAAAAQc/HigUt8Tf6V4/s72-c/foto+iceberg+210.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11211424.post-6010632657616645668</id><published>2007-12-31T10:31:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T01:00:19.861-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Desejos para um ano bom</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Que neste ano que se inicia, todos nós possamos celebrar a vida...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qp7DMFBAfxM/R3kLqJcV89I/AAAAAAAAAGs/i0s5DW4Byl4/s1600-h/Fogos+e+artif%C3%ADcios.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150160467592082386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qp7DMFBAfxM/R3kLqJcV89I/AAAAAAAAAGs/i0s5DW4Byl4/s320/Fogos+e+artif%C3%ADcios.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do jeito que ela é, imperfeita e bela. Feliz 2008!!! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qp7DMFBAfxM/R3kLqZcV8-I/AAAAAAAAAG0/h0daT-xjCbg/s1600-h/menina.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150160471887049698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qp7DMFBAfxM/R3kLqZcV8-I/AAAAAAAAAG0/h0daT-xjCbg/s320/menina.bmp" border="0" /&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/11211424-6010632657616645668?l=prozaicas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prozaicas.blogspot.com/feeds/6010632657616645668/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11211424&amp;postID=6010632657616645668&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11211424/posts/default/6010632657616645668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11211424/posts/default/6010632657616645668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prozaicas.blogspot.com/2007/12/desejos-para-um-ano-bom.html' title='Desejos para um ano bom'/><author><name>Renata</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10582993393607872858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qp7DMFBAfxM/TH5bYVjWfHI/AAAAAAAAAbs/gFTdz5eWr_M/S220/Renata.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qp7DMFBAfxM/R3kLqJcV89I/AAAAAAAAAGs/i0s5DW4Byl4/s72-c/Fogos+e+artif%C3%ADcios.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11211424.post-3523873273379569096</id><published>2007-12-31T10:26:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T01:00:20.639-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;1. Quero amor, amor, amor e paz... Quero amar, amar, amar em paz...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qp7DMFBAfxM/R3kKjpcV85I/AAAAAAAAAGM/Pa-2s-tnh4M/s1600-h/love.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150159256411304850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qp7DMFBAfxM/R3kKjpcV85I/AAAAAAAAAGM/Pa-2s-tnh4M/s200/love.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qp7DMFBAfxM/R3kKj5cV86I/AAAAAAAAAGU/bJSo2eRXSu8/s1600-h/amor.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150159260706272162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qp7DMFBAfxM/R3kKj5cV86I/AAAAAAAAAGU/bJSo2eRXSu8/s200/amor.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qp7DMFBAfxM/R3kKkJcV87I/AAAAAAAAAGc/Zfk6iy4YQvs/s1600-h/jogo+do+amor.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150159265001239474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qp7DMFBAfxM/R3kKkJcV87I/AAAAAAAAAGc/Zfk6iy4YQvs/s200/jogo+do+amor.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qp7DMFBAfxM/R3kKkZcV88I/AAAAAAAAAGk/5W9VRcQAGoQ/s1600-h/Paz.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150159269296206786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qp7DMFBAfxM/R3kKkZcV88I/AAAAAAAAAGk/5W9VRcQAGoQ/s200/Paz.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11211424-3523873273379569096?l=prozaicas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prozaicas.blogspot.com/feeds/3523873273379569096/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11211424&amp;postID=3523873273379569096&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11211424/posts/default/3523873273379569096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11211424/posts/default/3523873273379569096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prozaicas.blogspot.com/2007/12/1.html' title=''/><author><name>Renata</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10582993393607872858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qp7DMFBAfxM/TH5bYVjWfHI/AAAAAAAAAbs/gFTdz5eWr_M/S220/Renata.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qp7DMFBAfxM/R3kKjpcV85I/AAAAAAAAAGM/Pa-2s-tnh4M/s72-c/love.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11211424.post-4524406558836545324</id><published>2007-12-31T10:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T01:00:21.399-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;2. Quero curtir cada minuto. Dizer mais 'sim'. Sair da rotino, fazer novos programas, me 'jogar' no que estou sentindo e vivendo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qp7DMFBAfxM/R3kI_5cV81I/AAAAAAAAAFs/NtZCbADCOE0/s1600-h/porto+seguro.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150157542719353682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 227px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="138" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qp7DMFBAfxM/R3kI_5cV81I/AAAAAAAAAFs/NtZCbADCOE0/s200/porto+seguro.bmp" width="227" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qp7DMFBAfxM/R3kJAJcV82I/AAAAAAAAAF0/zi9LwtDxBzs/s1600-h/casal1.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150157547014320994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qp7DMFBAfxM/R3kJAJcV82I/AAAAAAAAAF0/zi9LwtDxBzs/s200/casal1.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qp7DMFBAfxM/R3kJAJcV83I/AAAAAAAAAF8/5j1qyLahL1c/s1600-h/n%C3%B3s.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150157547014321010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qp7DMFBAfxM/R3kJAJcV83I/AAAAAAAAAF8/5j1qyLahL1c/s200/n%C3%B3s.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qp7DMFBAfxM/R3kJAZcV84I/AAAAAAAAAGE/WiCeAW5gQWI/s1600-h/positivo.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150157551309288322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qp7DMFBAfxM/R3kJAZcV84I/AAAAAAAAAGE/WiCeAW5gQWI/s200/positivo.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11211424-4524406558836545324?l=prozaicas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prozaicas.blogspot.com/feeds/4524406558836545324/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11211424&amp;postID=4524406558836545324&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11211424/posts/default/4524406558836545324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11211424/posts/default/4524406558836545324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prozaicas.blogspot.com/2007/12/2.html' title=''/><author><name>Renata</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10582993393607872858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qp7DMFBAfxM/TH5bYVjWfHI/AAAAAAAAAbs/gFTdz5eWr_M/S220/Renata.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qp7DMFBAfxM/R3kI_5cV81I/AAAAAAAAAFs/NtZCbADCOE0/s72-c/porto+seguro.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11211424.post-4865539055953904067</id><published>2007-12-31T10:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T01:00:22.194-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;3. Viajar muuuito. Conhecer novos lugares, novos destinos, bem acompanhada...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qp7DMFBAfxM/R3kHX5cV8yI/AAAAAAAAAFU/1cwDl0mUCAg/s1600-h/casal+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150155756012958498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qp7DMFBAfxM/R3kHX5cV8yI/AAAAAAAAAFU/1cwDl0mUCAg/s200/casal+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qp7DMFBAfxM/R3kHYJcV8zI/AAAAAAAAAFc/kgtc7ZPQ7L4/s1600-h/destinos.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150155760307925810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 163px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 107px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="118" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qp7DMFBAfxM/R3kHYJcV8zI/AAAAAAAAAFc/kgtc7ZPQ7L4/s200/destinos.bmp" width="182" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qp7DMFBAfxM/R3kHYJcV80I/AAAAAAAAAFk/kA2sk1dEfWc/s1600-h/casal.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150155760307925826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qp7DMFBAfxM/R3kHYJcV80I/AAAAAAAAAFk/kA2sk1dEfWc/s200/casal.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11211424-4865539055953904067?l=prozaicas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prozaicas.blogspot.com/feeds/4865539055953904067/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11211424&amp;postID=4865539055953904067&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11211424/posts/default/4865539055953904067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11211424/posts/default/4865539055953904067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prozaicas.blogspot.com/2007/12/3.html' title=''/><author><name>Renata</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10582993393607872858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qp7DMFBAfxM/TH5bYVjWfHI/AAAAAAAAAbs/gFTdz5eWr_M/S220/Renata.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qp7DMFBAfxM/R3kHX5cV8yI/AAAAAAAAAFU/1cwDl0mUCAg/s72-c/casal+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11211424.post-1918008521349429497</id><published>2007-12-31T10:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T01:00:22.626-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. Economizar!!! Dinheiro (principalmente), mas também mal-humor, baixo-astral, estresse...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qp7DMFBAfxM/R3kFq5cV8wI/AAAAAAAAAFE/5J-zWuX7y00/s1600-h/money.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150153883407217410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qp7DMFBAfxM/R3kFq5cV8wI/AAAAAAAAAFE/5J-zWuX7y00/s200/money.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qp7DMFBAfxM/R3kFq5cV8xI/AAAAAAAAAFM/85wJFuPIc3I/s1600-h/moedas.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150153883407217426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qp7DMFBAfxM/R3kFq5cV8xI/AAAAAAAAAFM/85wJFuPIc3I/s200/moedas.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11211424-1918008521349429497?l=prozaicas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prozaicas.blogspot.com/feeds/1918008521349429497/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11211424&amp;postID=1918008521349429497&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11211424/posts/default/1918008521349429497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11211424/posts/default/1918008521349429497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prozaicas.blogspot.com/2007/12/4.html' title=''/><author><name>Renata</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10582993393607872858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qp7DMFBAfxM/TH5bYVjWfHI/AAAAAAAAAbs/gFTdz5eWr_M/S220/Renata.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qp7DMFBAfxM/R3kFq5cV8wI/AAAAAAAAAFE/5J-zWuX7y00/s72-c/money.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11211424.post-6184845068311247133</id><published>2007-12-31T09:56:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T01:00:23.501-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. Fazer dieta (a eterna dieta), mas sem fazer dela um tormento...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qp7DMFBAfxM/R3kDhpcV8tI/AAAAAAAAAEs/cTePvBL2zJk/s1600-h/dieta.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150151525470171858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qp7DMFBAfxM/R3kDhpcV8tI/AAAAAAAAAEs/cTePvBL2zJk/s200/dieta.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qp7DMFBAfxM/R3kDhpcV8uI/AAAAAAAAAE0/LhDjBtK0ueI/s1600-h/barriga.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150151525470171874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qp7DMFBAfxM/R3kDhpcV8uI/AAAAAAAAAE0/LhDjBtK0ueI/s200/barriga.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qp7DMFBAfxM/R3kDh5cV8vI/AAAAAAAAAE8/R6ZDEeF5rMg/s1600-h/balan%C3%A7a.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150151529765139186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 166px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 119px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="133" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qp7DMFBAfxM/R3kDh5cV8vI/AAAAAAAAAE8/R6ZDEeF5rMg/s200/balan%C3%A7a.bmp" width="166" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11211424-6184845068311247133?l=prozaicas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prozaicas.blogspot.com/feeds/6184845068311247133/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11211424&amp;postID=6184845068311247133&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11211424/posts/default/6184845068311247133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11211424/posts/default/6184845068311247133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prozaicas.blogspot.com/2007/12/5.html' title=''/><author><name>Renata</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10582993393607872858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qp7DMFBAfxM/TH5bYVjWfHI/AAAAAAAAAbs/gFTdz5eWr_M/S220/Renata.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qp7DMFBAfxM/R3kDhpcV8tI/AAAAAAAAAEs/cTePvBL2zJk/s72-c/dieta.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11211424.post-5559399278035982929</id><published>2007-12-31T09:51:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T01:00:24.479-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6. Quero estar mais com os amigos, para abraçá-los, conversar, dar risadas...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qp7DMFBAfxM/R3kCd5cV8pI/AAAAAAAAAEM/InC1mUMXCw0/s1600-h/abra%C3%A7o1.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150150361534034578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qp7DMFBAfxM/R3kCd5cV8pI/AAAAAAAAAEM/InC1mUMXCw0/s200/abra%C3%A7o1.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qp7DMFBAfxM/R3kCd5cV8qI/AAAAAAAAAEU/oAefsRrTmYc/s1600-h/abra%C3%A7o2.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150150361534034594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qp7DMFBAfxM/R3kCd5cV8qI/AAAAAAAAAEU/oAefsRrTmYc/s200/abra%C3%A7o2.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qp7DMFBAfxM/R3kCeJcV8rI/AAAAAAAAAEc/HObPT9K4YuQ/s1600-h/amigos1.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150150365829001906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qp7DMFBAfxM/R3kCeJcV8rI/AAAAAAAAAEc/HObPT9K4YuQ/s200/amigos1.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qp7DMFBAfxM/R3kCeJcV8sI/AAAAAAAAAEk/2-1-Z8EZBWc/s1600-h/amigos2.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150150365829001922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qp7DMFBAfxM/R3kCeJcV8sI/AAAAAAAAAEk/2-1-Z8EZBWc/s200/amigos2.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&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/11211424-5559399278035982929?l=prozaicas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prozaicas.blogspot.com/feeds/5559399278035982929/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11211424&amp;postID=5559399278035982929&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11211424/posts/default/5559399278035982929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11211424/posts/default/5559399278035982929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prozaicas.blogspot.com/2007/12/6.html' title=''/><author><name>Renata</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10582993393607872858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qp7DMFBAfxM/TH5bYVjWfHI/AAAAAAAAAbs/gFTdz5eWr_M/S220/Renata.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qp7DMFBAfxM/R3kCd5cV8pI/AAAAAAAAAEM/InC1mUMXCw0/s72-c/abra%C3%A7o1.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11211424.post-160072510929588107</id><published>2007-12-31T09:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T01:00:24.604-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;7. Colocar mais 'tempero' no meu dia-a-dia...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qp7DMFBAfxM/R3kBf5cV8oI/AAAAAAAAAEE/8iVhWE018js/s1600-h/tempero.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150149296382145154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qp7DMFBAfxM/R3kBf5cV8oI/AAAAAAAAAEE/8iVhWE018js/s200/tempero.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11211424-160072510929588107?l=prozaicas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prozaicas.blogspot.com/feeds/160072510929588107/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11211424&amp;postID=160072510929588107&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11211424/posts/default/160072510929588107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11211424/posts/default/160072510929588107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prozaicas.blogspot.com/2007/12/7.html' title=''/><author><name>Renata</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10582993393607872858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qp7DMFBAfxM/TH5bYVjWfHI/AAAAAAAAAbs/gFTdz5eWr_M/S220/Renata.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qp7DMFBAfxM/R3kBf5cV8oI/AAAAAAAAAEE/8iVhWE018js/s72-c/tempero.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11211424.post-2066017193304248473</id><published>2007-12-31T09:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T01:00:24.774-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;8. Tentar me 'machucar' beeeem menos...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qp7DMFBAfxM/R3kAyJcV8nI/AAAAAAAAAD8/StTev3fB224/s1600-h/dod%C3%B3i.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150148510403129970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qp7DMFBAfxM/R3kAyJcV8nI/AAAAAAAAAD8/StTev3fB224/s320/dod%C3%B3i.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/11211424-2066017193304248473?l=prozaicas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prozaicas.blogspot.com/feeds/2066017193304248473/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11211424&amp;postID=2066017193304248473&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11211424/posts/default/2066017193304248473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11211424/posts/default/2066017193304248473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prozaicas.blogspot.com/2007/12/8.html' title=''/><author><name>Renata</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10582993393607872858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qp7DMFBAfxM/TH5bYVjWfHI/AAAAAAAAAbs/gFTdz5eWr_M/S220/Renata.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qp7DMFBAfxM/R3kAyJcV8nI/AAAAAAAAAD8/StTev3fB224/s72-c/dod%C3%B3i.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11211424.post-1589779001188647855</id><published>2007-12-31T09:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T01:00:25.111-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;9. Curtir mais os meus bichinhos...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qp7DMFBAfxM/R3kARZcV8mI/AAAAAAAAAD0/2BZ4WTgYWM0/s1600-h/bichinhos.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150147947762414178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qp7DMFBAfxM/R3kARZcV8mI/AAAAAAAAAD0/2BZ4WTgYWM0/s320/bichinhos.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&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/11211424-1589779001188647855?l=prozaicas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prozaicas.blogspot.com/feeds/1589779001188647855/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11211424&amp;postID=1589779001188647855&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11211424/posts/default/1589779001188647855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11211424/posts/default/1589779001188647855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prozaicas.blogspot.com/2007/12/9.html' title=''/><author><name>Renata</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10582993393607872858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qp7DMFBAfxM/TH5bYVjWfHI/AAAAAAAAAbs/gFTdz5eWr_M/S220/Renata.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qp7DMFBAfxM/R3kARZcV8mI/AAAAAAAAAD0/2BZ4WTgYWM0/s72-c/bichinhos.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11211424.post-8442833044125774742</id><published>2007-12-31T06:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T01:00:25.476-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;10. Ver o mundo com a 'lente' do amor... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150145181803475538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 232px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 157px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="199" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qp7DMFBAfxM/R3j9wZcV8lI/AAAAAAAAADs/a7Zya95YMZo/s320/amando.bmp" width="248" border="0" /&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/11211424-8442833044125774742?l=prozaicas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prozaicas.blogspot.com/feeds/8442833044125774742/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11211424&amp;postID=8442833044125774742&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11211424/posts/default/8442833044125774742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11211424/posts/default/8442833044125774742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prozaicas.blogspot.com/2007/12/10.html' title=''/><author><name>Renata</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10582993393607872858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qp7DMFBAfxM/TH5bYVjWfHI/AAAAAAAAAbs/gFTdz5eWr_M/S220/Renata.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qp7DMFBAfxM/R3j9wZcV8lI/AAAAAAAAADs/a7Zya95YMZo/s72-c/amando.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11211424.post-7834799052792510895</id><published>2007-12-25T18:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T01:00:25.831-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Natal</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qp7DMFBAfxM/R3GZAJcV8eI/AAAAAAAAACc/kFWC_z3xAVA/s1600-h/Papai+noel.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148064076875035106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qp7DMFBAfxM/R3GZAJcV8eI/AAAAAAAAACc/kFWC_z3xAVA/s400/Papai+noel.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Feliz Natal!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Que este dia reaviva cada sonho em nós adormecido...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11211424-7834799052792510895?l=prozaicas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prozaicas.blogspot.com/feeds/7834799052792510895/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11211424&amp;postID=7834799052792510895&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11211424/posts/default/7834799052792510895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11211424/posts/default/7834799052792510895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prozaicas.blogspot.com/2007/12/natal.html' title='Natal'/><author><name>Renata</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10582993393607872858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qp7DMFBAfxM/TH5bYVjWfHI/AAAAAAAAAbs/gFTdz5eWr_M/S220/Renata.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qp7DMFBAfxM/R3GZAJcV8eI/AAAAAAAAACc/kFWC_z3xAVA/s72-c/Papai+noel.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11211424.post-8583910244818090118</id><published>2007-12-24T03:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T01:00:25.943-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Corcovado - João Gilberto</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qp7DMFBAfxM/R29t0pcV8XI/AAAAAAAAABI/Vr5eI33DXCc/s1600-h/Corcovado.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147453650353123698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qp7DMFBAfxM/R29t0pcV8XI/AAAAAAAAABI/Vr5eI33DXCc/s400/Corcovado.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Am6&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Um cantinho, um violão&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Abº/13b&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Esse amor, uma canção&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Gm7 C7/9 F7M F6&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pra fazer feliz a quem se ama&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fm7 Bb7/9&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Muita calma pra pensar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Em7 A7/13b&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;E ter tempo pra sonhar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;D7/9 Dm7/9&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Da janela vê-se o corcovado&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Bb7/9b&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O Redentor, que lindo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am6&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quero a vida sempre assim&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Abº/13b&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Com você perto de mim&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Gm7 C7/9 F7M F6&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Até o apagar da velha chama&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fm7 Bb7/9&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E eu que era triste&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Em7 Am7&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Descrente desse mundo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Dm7 Gsus G7/9b E7/9# A7/13b&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ao encontrar você eu conheci&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Dm7 Gsus G#º Am6&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O que é felicidade, meu amor&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Solo de sax - Stan Getz)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Solo de piano - Tom Jobim)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am6&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quero a vida sempre assim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Abº/13b&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Com você perto de mim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Gm7 C7/9 F7M F6&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Até o apagar da velha chama&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Fm7 Bb7/9&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E eu que era triste&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Em7 Am7&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Descrente desse mundo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Dm7 Gsus G7/9b E7/9# A7/13b&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Ao encontrar você eu conheci&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Dm7 Gsus G#º Am6 (Am6) C7M/9&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O que é felicidade, meu amor...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11211424-8583910244818090118?l=prozaicas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prozaicas.blogspot.com/feeds/8583910244818090118/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11211424&amp;postID=8583910244818090118&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11211424/posts/default/8583910244818090118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11211424/posts/default/8583910244818090118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prozaicas.blogspot.com/2007/12/corcovado-joo-gilberto.html' title='Corcovado - João Gilberto'/><author><name>Renata</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10582993393607872858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qp7DMFBAfxM/TH5bYVjWfHI/AAAAAAAAAbs/gFTdz5eWr_M/S220/Renata.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qp7DMFBAfxM/R29t0pcV8XI/AAAAAAAAABI/Vr5eI33DXCc/s72-c/Corcovado.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11211424.post-1214186599118319301</id><published>2007-12-23T16:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T01:00:26.240-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A falta que ele me faz</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qp7DMFBAfxM/R27UgJcV8WI/AAAAAAAAABA/BopfWyCeAew/s1600-h/casal.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147285072886755682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qp7DMFBAfxM/R27UgJcV8WI/AAAAAAAAABA/BopfWyCeAew/s400/casal.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;Sinto uma saudade imeeensa dele...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Da sua 'baguncinha', do seu olhar, da sua voz, do cheiro, do toque, de dormir abraçadinho, do café na cama, na padaria, das histórias que lemos..., do sorvete com granola, de passar Nutella no pão, dos CD's inusitados, das pesquisas no Google (rsss...) , do óculos escuro, do chapéu, das conversas, dos planos, dos sonhos, das taças, da coqueteleira, do bombom com formato de coração, do cavanhaque, da roupa no chão, do puff na sala, das garrafas vazias, de procurar vaga, de comer japonês, discutir português, ouvi-lo sussurrar..., cantando a nossa música.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A mesma saudade que senti quando ele se afastou, hoje fez com que ele estivesse bem aqui, preenchendo o meu coração...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11211424-1214186599118319301?l=prozaicas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prozaicas.blogspot.com/feeds/1214186599118319301/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11211424&amp;postID=1214186599118319301&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11211424/posts/default/1214186599118319301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11211424/posts/default/1214186599118319301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prozaicas.blogspot.com/2007/12/falta-que-ele-me-faz.html' title='A falta que ele me faz'/><author><name>Renata</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10582993393607872858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qp7DMFBAfxM/TH5bYVjWfHI/AAAAAAAAAbs/gFTdz5eWr_M/S220/Renata.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qp7DMFBAfxM/R27UgJcV8WI/AAAAAAAAABA/BopfWyCeAew/s72-c/casal.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11211424.post-5588679723229656635</id><published>2007-12-21T20:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T01:00:26.523-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A carta</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qp7DMFBAfxM/R2yBuZcV8VI/AAAAAAAAAA4/S__UqskPFqo/s1600-h/carta.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146631108281364818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 114px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 132px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="130" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qp7DMFBAfxM/R2yBuZcV8VI/AAAAAAAAAA4/S__UqskPFqo/s320/carta.jpg" width="128" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Oi lindona,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Como tu tá?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Por aqui as coisas estão como sempre:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Os filhotinhos estão cada dia mais espertos, gordos, fofos, lindos, gigantes e fanfarrões, rsss...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;A B. anda mais ajuizada que nunca.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;A X. gordinha como sempre...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;O N. embarcou dia 19 e só volta dia 4 (snif). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Semana passada foi p/ SP comigo p/ resolvermos a novela do carro novo ( como carro zero é zero, nem reclamei...), conheceu o papai (uiii), a mamãe não pára de atormentá-lo c/ os assuntos de física quântica, rsss... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Já ganhou apelidos na família., enfim, já se enturmou de uma forma que eu me surpreendi, viu?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Se tudo der certo, em Junho vamos p/ Itália...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Todo mundo está perguntando de vc, (família, amigos, etc).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Agora temos tv à cabo e internet rápida (até que enfim, entramos na modernidade, huahuahua).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Ah, estou instalando o skype... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Me passa o seu celular, assim te ligo, ok?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;E por aí, como estão as coisas? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;O frio, as compras, os enfeites, a neve, o povo bonito?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;O N. vai me passar o endereço de um restaurante super bacana, com culinária etíope, segundo ele, faz o maior sucesso por aí, (pasme! eu pasmei, rsss).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Ah, estou aprendendo italiano, segundo ele, treinando 30min por dia, em três meses estarei falando bem. Vamos ver...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Por enquanto é só... Mande notícias.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Já decidiu o que fará no natal? E no reveillon? Conte tudinho, ok?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Saudade imeeensa...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Beijo enooorme&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;P.S: Cadê os cartões postais, hein? Manda um per favore &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/11211424-5588679723229656635?l=prozaicas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prozaicas.blogspot.com/feeds/5588679723229656635/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11211424&amp;postID=5588679723229656635&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11211424/posts/default/5588679723229656635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11211424/posts/default/5588679723229656635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prozaicas.blogspot.com/2007/12/carta.html' title='A carta'/><author><name>Renata</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10582993393607872858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qp7DMFBAfxM/TH5bYVjWfHI/AAAAAAAAAbs/gFTdz5eWr_M/S220/Renata.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qp7DMFBAfxM/R2yBuZcV8VI/AAAAAAAAAA4/S__UqskPFqo/s72-c/carta.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11211424.post-783309144715977848</id><published>2007-12-04T08:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-04T08:46:59.498-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Doses cavalares...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://openphoto.net/volumes/mlaohoo/20060316/openphotonet_IMG_0054.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://openphoto.net/volumes/mlaohoo/20060316/openphotonet_IMG_0054.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ele não é droga mas viciou...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Todo dia tem drinks variados.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cardápio de primeira.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Um sotaque charmosérrimo.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Todos os mimos de um verdadeiro gentleman... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Foi o primeiro á me dizer: "Quero que você continue exatamente como é..."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sempre sonhei só, com ele, sonho junto. Sonho com o mundo.  &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quando olho no fundo dos olhos dele, me vejo. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me sinto em 'casa', me sinto 'eu'...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Não sei aonde isso vai parar, aliás, nem quero que pare.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quero cada dia mais. Mais doses cavalares...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&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/11211424-783309144715977848?l=prozaicas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prozaicas.blogspot.com/feeds/783309144715977848/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11211424&amp;postID=783309144715977848&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11211424/posts/default/783309144715977848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11211424/posts/default/783309144715977848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prozaicas.blogspot.com/2007/12/doses-cavalares.html' title='Doses cavalares...'/><author><name>Renata</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10582993393607872858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qp7DMFBAfxM/TH5bYVjWfHI/AAAAAAAAAbs/gFTdz5eWr_M/S220/Renata.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11211424.post-3523351014103206040</id><published>2007-11-12T09:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-12T10:24:32.676-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Bege</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O B. é uma alma que 'reconheci' através de amigos em comum. Caso tivéssemos nos apaixonado, ele teria sido amor a primeira vista. No nosso caso, amamos o que cada um representa, acredita e vê do mundo. Sinto uma admiração profuuunda por tudo aquilo que ele é. Adoro as fraquezas, defeitos e até as limitações que ele possuí. Amo cada imperfeição que ele tem, pois, se fosse perfeito, não teríamos NADA.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sei que sou uma amiga que na maior parte do tempo, só frustra. Mas talvez por isso ele também me ame.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Com ele sou extremamente sincera, muitas vezes ácida, outras (e raras vezes) doce... Compartilhamos o gosto pelas artes. Dividimos os nossos escritos de 'gaveta', com o outro. Adoro ouvir suas críticas milimétricamente pensadas para não me ofender. Adoro quando ele adora o que lê.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nos conhecemos há uns 4 ou 5 anos, mas desde o primeiro momento, foi como se ele estivesse a vida toda comigo.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Acredito que temos pouco em comum, mas acredito muito no que temos. Isso é pela vida toda...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Amigo, a estrada é longa, mas mo caminho do meu coração, você sempre esteve perto.Parabéns!!! Te AMO pela vida tooodinha!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11211424-3523351014103206040?l=prozaicas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prozaicas.blogspot.com/feeds/3523351014103206040/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11211424&amp;postID=3523351014103206040&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11211424/posts/default/3523351014103206040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11211424/posts/default/3523351014103206040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prozaicas.blogspot.com/2007/11/bege.html' title='Bege'/><author><name>Renata</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10582993393607872858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qp7DMFBAfxM/TH5bYVjWfHI/AAAAAAAAAbs/gFTdz5eWr_M/S220/Renata.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11211424.post-3544000526793330850</id><published>2007-11-06T23:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T01:00:27.262-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A cigarra!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qp7DMFBAfxM/RzFHoY_huiI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/A7TuFlqj00s/s1600-h/PA270033.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129960209780947490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qp7DMFBAfxM/RzFHoY_huiI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/A7TuFlqj00s/s400/PA270033.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;... a cigarra que anuncia os novos tempos...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;... a cigarra que anuncia os novos ventos...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;... a cigarra que anuncia os novos rumos...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;...a cigarra que canta o futuro...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11211424-3544000526793330850?l=prozaicas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prozaicas.blogspot.com/feeds/3544000526793330850/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11211424&amp;postID=3544000526793330850&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11211424/posts/default/3544000526793330850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11211424/posts/default/3544000526793330850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prozaicas.blogspot.com/2007/11/cigarra.html' title='A cigarra!'/><author><name>Renata</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10582993393607872858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qp7DMFBAfxM/TH5bYVjWfHI/AAAAAAAAAbs/gFTdz5eWr_M/S220/Renata.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qp7DMFBAfxM/RzFHoY_huiI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/A7TuFlqj00s/s72-c/PA270033.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11211424.post-8611627964485161029</id><published>2007-11-06T22:50:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-06T23:26:22.730-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Suficientemente bom</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hoje numa conversa com uma amiga, ouvi a seguinte frase:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;" - Nossa, como você anda acreditando nas pessoas, hein?!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Fiquei com essa frase martelando os meus pensamentos, por um bom tempo. Tentei me lembrar do máximo de experiências e vivências possíveis, e cheguei à conclusão de que ela tinha toda razão. Logo eu, que costumo ser tão 'racional', me vi frágil e vulnerável, pois confiar, acreditar, dar um voto de confiança é assumir o risco de se decepcionar, não só com o outro, mas sim, consigo mesmo. E foi exatamente assim que me senti naquele momento: frágil e vulnerável...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Desde o último ano, tenho passado por situações que não desejo à ninguém... e isso não é uma queixa! Também sei que muito aprendi com tudo isso. Amadureci à força, mas as vezes acho que perdi a capacidade de fantasiar, me entregar, me envolver... Ultimamente, quando começo a deixar 'cair a guarda', logo acontece alguma coisa, que me coloca em 'sobre-aviso' de novo. Percebo que fico tensa. Não sei confiar. Parece que as minhas experiências, me cercaram. Construí um muro em torno de mim, onde tudo aquilo que me causou dor e sofrimento no passado, não poderá se repetir no futuro...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Todo fim de semana, juro que vou ficar 'na minha', recusar TODOS os convites, parar de beber e etc, etc, etc, mas a verdade é que toca o meu celular e quando eu me dou conta, já estou na porta do bar.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sempre tenho ótimas desculpas para o meu próprio ego. A última e mais frequênte, é a da minha despedida, que aliás, já foi até comemorada...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;O que (quase) ninguém sabe, é que pretendo partir mesmo. Quero mudar de ares (mais uma vez), quero começar do zero, me reinventar e encontrar o meu lugar, onde eu possa ME sentir... Enquanto isso, continuo por aqui, tentando fazer o melhor possível... o meu suficientemente bom, como diria Melanie Klein.&lt;/em&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/11211424-8611627964485161029?l=prozaicas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prozaicas.blogspot.com/feeds/8611627964485161029/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11211424&amp;postID=8611627964485161029&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11211424/posts/default/8611627964485161029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11211424/posts/default/8611627964485161029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prozaicas.blogspot.com/2007/11/suficientemente-bom.html' title='Suficientemente bom'/><author><name>Renata</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10582993393607872858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qp7DMFBAfxM/TH5bYVjWfHI/AAAAAAAAAbs/gFTdz5eWr_M/S220/Renata.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11211424.post-7235934910135827908</id><published>2007-10-27T13:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-27T13:26:38.752-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;"Uma pequena faísca pode produzir uma fogueira enorme..." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;(Dante Alighieri)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11211424-7235934910135827908?l=prozaicas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prozaicas.blogspot.com/feeds/7235934910135827908/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11211424&amp;postID=7235934910135827908&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11211424/posts/default/7235934910135827908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11211424/posts/default/7235934910135827908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prozaicas.blogspot.com/2007/10/uma-pequena-fasca-pode-produzir-uma.html' title=''/><author><name>Renata</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10582993393607872858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qp7DMFBAfxM/TH5bYVjWfHI/AAAAAAAAAbs/gFTdz5eWr_M/S220/Renata.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11211424.post-6336385798229118296</id><published>2007-10-17T21:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-21T23:40:32.065-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Às quartas</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Quarta-feira,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dia de 'Confraria'...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dia de 3, 7, ou mais mulheres tentando contar tudo o que aconteceu no último fim de semana ao mesmo tempo. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Essas mesmas mulheres, também se 'espremem' entre o suspiro de uma ou da outra, para recordar do passado, que muitas vezes não é assim tão distante.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Às quartas, os celulares ficam de lado, pois o buxixo toma conta de toda nossa atenção.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;São tantos risos descontrolados, tantas receitas trocadas. Receitas de tudo, tuuudo mesmo...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Adoro o cardápio, renovado a cada semana.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Adoro os debates polêmicos que sempre 'esquentam' os ânimos das meninas. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Adoro quando a quarta-feira chega...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11211424-6336385798229118296?l=prozaicas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prozaicas.blogspot.com/feeds/6336385798229118296/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11211424&amp;postID=6336385798229118296&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11211424/posts/default/6336385798229118296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11211424/posts/default/6336385798229118296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prozaicas.blogspot.com/2007/10/s-quartas.html' title='Às quartas'/><author><name>Renata</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10582993393607872858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qp7DMFBAfxM/TH5bYVjWfHI/AAAAAAAAAbs/gFTdz5eWr_M/S220/Renata.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11211424.post-7141014902535734450</id><published>2007-10-17T07:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-17T08:34:22.456-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Eu tive um sonho</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;...essa noite tive um sonho 'desconcertante' e até onde me lembro, terminou do nada!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Confesso que acordei me sentindo estranha. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Detesto não lembrar dos meus sonhos. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Parece que me falta um pedaço. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Agora vou passar o resto do dia tentando saber o que aconteceu.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Como será que o sonho terminou?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Essa curiosidade só me deixa tensa.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me sinto um quebra-cabeça incompleto!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Quero me completar...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div 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sonho'/><author><name>Renata</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10582993393607872858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qp7DMFBAfxM/TH5bYVjWfHI/AAAAAAAAAbs/gFTdz5eWr_M/S220/Renata.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11211424.post-6640805741078779734</id><published>2007-10-16T12:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-16T13:37:23.149-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Rê...começo</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Difícil saber por onde começo...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;As coisas estão, um tanto quanto surpreendentes.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Depois de tantos dias sem chuva, uma certa garoa me alegrou muuuito.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Aliás, não é só o clima terrestre que vem me alegrando.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tenho sentido um clima no ar, muito bom, como há muito não sentia.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ás vezes me pego cantarolando, com uma alegria intensa e gratuíta.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Pra ser sincera, não tão gratuíta assim..., mas isso já é outra história.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11211424-6640805741078779734?l=prozaicas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prozaicas.blogspot.com/feeds/6640805741078779734/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11211424&amp;postID=6640805741078779734&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11211424/posts/default/6640805741078779734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11211424/posts/default/6640805741078779734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prozaicas.blogspot.com/2007/10/rcomeo.html' title='Rê...começo'/><author><name>Renata</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10582993393607872858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qp7DMFBAfxM/TH5bYVjWfHI/AAAAAAAAAbs/gFTdz5eWr_M/S220/Renata.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11211424.post-6738789272154195787</id><published>2007-08-01T22:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-17T08:45:23.837-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sacudindo a poeira</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Oi.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Olá.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sei lá...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Já faz tanto tempo, que não escrevo, que preciso tirar a poeira.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Não sei por onde começar, mas acho que já comecei, não é mesmo?!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bem, o fato é um só:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Estou confusa como SEMPRE!!! Curiosa como nunca! E mais neurótica do que gostaria...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Enfim: Continuo sendo EU MESMA!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;De fato, tenho algumas novidades:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1ª- Pela vigésima vez, estou repensando a minha carreira.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2ª- Acho que encontrei o meu ponto 'G'... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3ª- Penso na possibilidade de uma nova mudança de cidade, mas ainda é hipótese...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Por enquanto páro por aqui.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11211424-6738789272154195787?l=prozaicas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prozaicas.blogspot.com/feeds/6738789272154195787/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11211424&amp;postID=6738789272154195787&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11211424/posts/default/6738789272154195787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11211424/posts/default/6738789272154195787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prozaicas.blogspot.com/2007/08/sacudindo-poeira.html' title='Sacudindo a poeira'/><author><name>Renata</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10582993393607872858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qp7DMFBAfxM/TH5bYVjWfHI/AAAAAAAAAbs/gFTdz5eWr_M/S220/Renata.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11211424.post-2274241308759932820</id><published>2007-04-11T16:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-04-11T17:00:06.891-05:00</updated><title type='text'>De novo Saudades</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hoje acordei com uma saudades...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Coisa minha.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Saudades é olhar para trás...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;E hoje fiquei só no 'retrovisor'.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Que bom que é ter saudade.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Que bom que é ter passado.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sentir saudades, é sentir o passado que retorna.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;É poder sentir de novo, algo já conhecido&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;E sentir saudades tuuudo de novo...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11211424-2274241308759932820?l=prozaicas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prozaicas.blogspot.com/feeds/2274241308759932820/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11211424&amp;postID=2274241308759932820&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11211424/posts/default/2274241308759932820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11211424/posts/default/2274241308759932820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prozaicas.blogspot.com/2007/04/de-novo-saudades.html' title='De novo Saudades'/><author><name>Renata</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10582993393607872858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qp7DMFBAfxM/TH5bYVjWfHI/AAAAAAAAAbs/gFTdz5eWr_M/S220/Renata.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11211424.post-4098319158809621777</id><published>2007-04-10T07:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-04-11T16:45:44.926-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sempre o talvez</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Sempre soube o que queria.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;Sempre tive opinião.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;Sempre fui aonde e como eu quis.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;De uns tempos prá cá, perdi o compasso.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;Me perdi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;Agora tenho dúvidas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;MUITAS delas...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;Atualmente sou definitivamente um 'talvez'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;Talvez isso seja bom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;Talvez não.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;Antes eu era prisioneira dos meus desejos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;Agora sou prisioneira das minhas incertezas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;Curioso, não me sinto insegura.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;Nem tenho medo de errar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;Talvez isso seja meu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;Esse medo de me encontrar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;Essa busca eterna em querer saber o que não quero ver...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11211424-4098319158809621777?l=prozaicas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qp7DMFBAfxM/TH5bYVjWfHI/AAAAAAAAAbs/gFTdz5eWr_M/S220/Renata.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11211424.post-116605877938225930</id><published>2006-12-13T20:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-13T20:12:59.416-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ando</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Olá pessoas!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A vida segue...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E bem vivida.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nada como um dia após o outro.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Alguns dias isolado.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Outros com AMIGOS.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ainda outros ensolarados...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ando andando.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ando andando feliz...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11211424-116605877938225930?l=prozaicas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;*Trabalho - Só o estritamente necessário.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;*Amigos - Saudades...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;*Homens - Suspence! Ou seria drama?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;*Família - TUDO!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;*Dias - Ensolarados.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;*Noites - Em claro.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;*Leitura - "Uma vez só é pouco" da Jacqueline Susann. Ótttimo!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;*Filme - Aminha vida, ou melhor, a revisão dela...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;*Ligações - 12 chamadas não atendidas de um número privado. A última ás 5:16. Por que deixo o celular no silencioso, hein?!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11211424-116164479986900201?l=prozaicas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prozaicas.blogspot.com/feeds/116164479986900201/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11211424&amp;postID=116164479986900201&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11211424/posts/default/116164479986900201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11211424/posts/default/116164479986900201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prozaicas.blogspot.com/2006/10/reviso.html' title='Revisão'/><author><name>Renata</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10582993393607872858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qp7DMFBAfxM/TH5bYVjWfHI/AAAAAAAAAbs/gFTdz5eWr_M/S220/Renata.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11211424.post-115883876625137838</id><published>2006-09-21T06:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-09-21T06:39:26.403-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Lista Negra</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;* Meias novas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;* Los Hermanos, nº 4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;* Vela para o Anjo da guarda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;* Cinema desacompanhada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;* Passear com as cachorras&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;* Deixar a gata passear sozinha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;* Arrumar o guarda-chuva&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;* Tirar Ele do pensamento&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;* Pasta de dente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;* Café expresso, bem devagar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;* Bolinho de chuva&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;* Cachecol de algodão-doce&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;* Banho de espuma, de mar, de cachoeira, de chuva...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;* Ah, tem aquela goteira&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11211424-115883876625137838?l=prozaicas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prozaicas.blogspot.com/feeds/115883876625137838/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11211424&amp;postID=115883876625137838&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11211424/posts/default/115883876625137838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11211424/posts/default/115883876625137838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prozaicas.blogspot.com/2006/09/lista-negra.html' title='Lista Negra'/><author><name>Renata</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10582993393607872858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qp7DMFBAfxM/TH5bYVjWfHI/AAAAAAAAAbs/gFTdz5eWr_M/S220/Renata.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11211424.post-115867593195296779</id><published>2006-09-19T09:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-09-19T09:25:32.003-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Pensamentos de algodão</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dia liiindo!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jack Jonhson no ar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Milhões de pensamentos desconexos na cabeça&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Vontade de ficar mais um pouco na cama&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Vontade de não ter vontades&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quero aprender a me espreguiçar como a gata&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quero sentir tudo se esticar ao máximo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Para depois relaxar de uma só vez&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pensando bem, não é isso que fazemos ao longo da vida?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Acho que sim&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Meu cachecol está ficando um doce&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tenho vontade de comê-lo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sei que o frio já passou&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mas não consigo parar de fazê-los&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tomei gosto pelos trabalhos manuais&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fico com meus pensamentos na ponta da agulha&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tentando formar algo com tudo aquilo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sempre me sinto recompensada&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Consigo decifrar um pouco daquilo que sinto&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quando vejo o 'produto final', meu cachecol&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Que se enrola em mim&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Assim como meus pensamentos... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11211424-115867593195296779?l=prozaicas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prozaicas.blogspot.com/feeds/115867593195296779/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11211424&amp;postID=115867593195296779&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11211424/posts/default/115867593195296779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11211424/posts/default/115867593195296779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prozaicas.blogspot.com/2006/09/pensamentos-de-algodo.html' title='Pensamentos de algodão'/><author><name>Renata</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10582993393607872858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qp7DMFBAfxM/TH5bYVjWfHI/AAAAAAAAAbs/gFTdz5eWr_M/S220/Renata.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11211424.post-115674547372659447</id><published>2006-08-28T00:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-28T01:11:13.796-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hoje em dia...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Agora tem sido basicamente assim:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Um dia de cada vez.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pouquíssimos amigos.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Muuuitas lembranças.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Reunião da família.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tricôtar até tarde.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chorar no chuveiro...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dias ensolarados.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Noites mal dormidas.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Poucos sonhos.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Algumas perguntas.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nenhuma resposta.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Domingo na Católica.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sexta na Mesciânica.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quinta na Espírita.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Agora é só por hoje.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Abraços apertados.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Confissões de AMOR.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Desilusões com o que passou.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Telefone desligado.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Coração apertado.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Esperança...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Perseverança...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mudanças...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11211424-115674547372659447?l=prozaicas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prozaicas.blogspot.com/feeds/115674547372659447/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11211424&amp;postID=115674547372659447&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11211424/posts/default/115674547372659447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11211424/posts/default/115674547372659447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prozaicas.blogspot.com/2006/08/hoje-em-dia.html' title='Hoje em dia...'/><author><name>Renata</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10582993393607872858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qp7DMFBAfxM/TH5bYVjWfHI/AAAAAAAAAbs/gFTdz5eWr_M/S220/Renata.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11211424.post-115522874696091945</id><published>2006-08-10T11:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-10T11:52:27.236-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Vazio</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hoje faz exatos 15 dias que tudo aconteceu.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ela ainda não entende os motivos.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ela já não chora mais.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ela tenta comer.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ela tenta dormir.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ela tenta viver.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O coração continua sendo 'bombeado' por algo que Ela ainda não identificou.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ela ficou, ficou e ficou...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hoje não existe pranto.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hoje existe uma dor, que talvez nunca mais pare de doer.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hoje é tudo saudade.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Um quarto vazio...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Vazio&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Espaço na mesa. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Vazio&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Histórias memoráveis.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Vazio&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ela aprendeu uma lição:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Amar nunca é demais.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dizer claramente o que sentimos nunca é o suficiente!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Vazio........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11211424-115522874696091945?l=prozaicas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qp7DMFBAfxM/TH5bYVjWfHI/AAAAAAAAAbs/gFTdz5eWr_M/S220/Renata.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11211424.post-115397397253119931</id><published>2006-07-26T23:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-07-26T23:19:32.550-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Adooooro</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ela anda introspectiva...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Faz mais de 10 dias que Ela não sabe o que é comer ou dormir.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nos primeiros dias encheu a cara. Queria 'amortecer-se'.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Agora adotou a sobriedade.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ela tem experimentado um estado novo...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Descobriu que nunca amou ninguém e agora se sente castigada.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ela redescobriu a fé.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Seu coração está apreensivo.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Seus pensamentos obssessivos.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Agora Ela sabe o que é ADORAR.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pela primeira vez, Ela tem um Adorado...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A vida anda confusa.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ela resolveu fazer uma faxina em seus armários, prateleiras e coração.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chorou MUITO nos últimos dias, até que uma amiga lhe disse:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Nunca é mais escuro do que meia noite!"...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11211424-115397397253119931?l=prozaicas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prozaicas.blogspot.com/feeds/115397397253119931/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11211424&amp;postID=115397397253119931&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11211424/posts/default/115397397253119931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11211424/posts/default/115397397253119931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prozaicas.blogspot.com/2006/07/adooooro.html' title='Adooooro'/><author><name>Renata</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10582993393607872858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qp7DMFBAfxM/TH5bYVjWfHI/AAAAAAAAAbs/gFTdz5eWr_M/S220/Renata.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11211424.post-115352816260417763</id><published>2006-07-21T19:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-07-21T19:29:22.616-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;CHOREI... e muito.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11211424-115352816260417763?l=prozaicas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prozaicas.blogspot.com/feeds/115352816260417763/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11211424&amp;postID=115352816260417763&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11211424/posts/default/115352816260417763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11211424/posts/default/115352816260417763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prozaicas.blogspot.com/2006/07/chorei.html' title=''/><author><name>Renata</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10582993393607872858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qp7DMFBAfxM/TH5bYVjWfHI/AAAAAAAAAbs/gFTdz5eWr_M/S220/Renata.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11211424.post-115293252070962501</id><published>2006-07-14T21:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-07-14T22:09:59.760-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Quase...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;.............Estou com vontade de chorar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;..............Faz dias que guardo o choro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;............Faz noites que aguardo o choro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;..Sempre acontece alguma coisa antes da lágrima cair.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;.....Talvez eu esteja chorando por dentro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;............Talvez eu nem saiba mais chorar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;.........O choro &lt;strong&gt;quase&lt;/strong&gt; acontece...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;........Ganhei um abraço e &lt;strong&gt;quase&lt;/strong&gt; chorei.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;.....Ouvi uma história e a lágrima &lt;strong&gt;quase&lt;/strong&gt; caiu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;..Tive uma longa discussão e &lt;strong&gt;quase&lt;/strong&gt; fiquei aos prantos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;...........O riso é sempre mais fácil.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;..........Estéticamente 'clean'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;.........Politicamente correto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;....Socialmente muito mais bem aceito que o meu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;.............&lt;strong&gt;Quase &lt;/strong&gt;choro...&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/11211424-115293252070962501?l=prozaicas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prozaicas.blogspot.com/feeds/115293252070962501/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11211424&amp;postID=115293252070962501&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11211424/posts/default/115293252070962501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11211424/posts/default/115293252070962501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prozaicas.blogspot.com/2006/07/quase.html' title='Quase...'/><author><name>Renata</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10582993393607872858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qp7DMFBAfxM/TH5bYVjWfHI/AAAAAAAAAbs/gFTdz5eWr_M/S220/Renata.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11211424.post-115277739127219151</id><published>2006-07-13T02:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-07-13T02:56:31.286-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Como assim?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Ela anda desconfiada de seu mundo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Sentir arrepio é bom ou ruim?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Ter muita fé aprisiona um ser?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Não ter fé nenhuma aprisiona a alma?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Podemos ter MUUUITO e ainda assim sentir um grande vazio?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Podemos amar e continuar insatisfeitos?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;É possível fugir do passado?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Realmente escolhemos o nosso futuro?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Cadê o livre arbítrio?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;O que é Karma?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Mas e o destino?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Mas e o acaso?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Me explica o que é coincidência, por favor?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;É pecado querer tudo?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Quantas orações poderam aliviar uma culpa?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Existe desculpa?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;E se &lt;strong&gt;realmente&lt;/strong&gt; houver vida após a morte?...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;O 'céu' pode ser aqui?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Como identificamos os amigos?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Como cometemos besteiras?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Sonho de consumo, ou sonhos que consomem???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Amor próprio, orgulho ferido, carência, desejo, desafio ou comodismo?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;O belo é tão belo assim?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Ela não procura respostas, mas sim novas questões?...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11211424-115277739127219151?l=prozaicas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prozaicas.blogspot.com/feeds/115277739127219151/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11211424&amp;postID=115277739127219151&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11211424/posts/default/115277739127219151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11211424/posts/default/115277739127219151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prozaicas.blogspot.com/2006/07/como-assim.html' title='Como assim?!'/><author><name>Renata</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10582993393607872858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qp7DMFBAfxM/TH5bYVjWfHI/AAAAAAAAAbs/gFTdz5eWr_M/S220/Renata.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11211424.post-115277599464385793</id><published>2006-07-13T02:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-07-13T02:33:14.653-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Lembranças</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"A memória é uma ilha de edição..."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11211424-115277599464385793?l=prozaicas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prozaicas.blogspot.com/feeds/115277599464385793/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11211424&amp;postID=115277599464385793&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11211424/posts/default/115277599464385793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11211424/posts/default/115277599464385793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prozaicas.blogspot.com/2006/07/lembranas.html' title='Lembranças'/><author><name>Renata</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10582993393607872858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qp7DMFBAfxM/TH5bYVjWfHI/AAAAAAAAAbs/gFTdz5eWr_M/S220/Renata.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11211424.post-115080939680113508</id><published>2006-06-20T07:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-06-20T08:16:36.853-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Panorama geral de uma ausência...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Sumi?! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Acho que não.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Estava por aí, a me procurar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Talvez para encontrar o que acreditava perdido.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Confesso que andei chorando...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Fiz algumas descobertas muito tristes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Perdi 'colegas'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Redescobri AMIGOS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Saldo final:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;Amigos para a vida toda &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;Família pela vida toda...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;Amor... pra vida inteira...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11211424-115080939680113508?l=prozaicas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prozaicas.blogspot.com/feeds/115080939680113508/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11211424&amp;postID=115080939680113508&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11211424/posts/default/115080939680113508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11211424/posts/default/115080939680113508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prozaicas.blogspot.com/2006/06/panorama-geral-de-uma-ausncia.html' title='Panorama geral de uma ausência...'/><author><name>Renata</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10582993393607872858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qp7DMFBAfxM/TH5bYVjWfHI/AAAAAAAAAbs/gFTdz5eWr_M/S220/Renata.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11211424.post-114900540899977367</id><published>2006-05-30T11:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-30T11:10:09.020-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Filosofia dEla</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A minha maneira de entender o mundo é questionando-o.&lt;br /&gt;Gosto de ‘rastrear’ os pensamentos alheios, refletir sobre as mais diversas opiniões, encontrando assim, as minhas próprias crenças.&lt;br /&gt;Creio ser muito difícil, acreditar em algo que não faça sentido, que não tenha um histórico, que não faça uma ‘ponte’ com nossos valores, lembranças, memórias, e que de alguma forma, nos remeta ao nosso histórico passado, para que possamos ressignificá-los ao longo do nosso futuro...&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&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/11211424-114900540899977367?l=prozaicas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prozaicas.blogspot.com/feeds/114900540899977367/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11211424&amp;postID=114900540899977367&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11211424/posts/default/114900540899977367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11211424/posts/default/114900540899977367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prozaicas.blogspot.com/2006/05/filosofia-dela.html' title='Filosofia dEla'/><author><name>Renata</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10582993393607872858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qp7DMFBAfxM/TH5bYVjWfHI/AAAAAAAAAbs/gFTdz5eWr_M/S220/Renata.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11211424.post-114887260234363247</id><published>2006-05-28T21:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-28T22:16:42.386-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ela, num dia 'lua minguante'...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Ela está de TPM, o que não é nada bom para o resto do mundo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Cansada dos amigos, procura se isolar de tudo em suas leituras.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Nesses dias, Ela prefere dizer que está 'lua minguante'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Também prefere não atender telefonemas, campainha, responder e-mails e etc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Assim que acorda e percebe seu estado, corre em busca da sua coletânia do James Taylor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Nesse meio tempo, também dispensa o namorado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Aliás, Ela o odeia nesses dias, pois tem a certeza de que Ele nada sabe sobre 'doer'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;O que acaba tornando tudo ainda mais doloroso...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Durante este período, Ela se permite fazer a sua 'Dieta lua cheia', ou seja, come tudo aquilo que sente vontade, principalmente junk food e doces, muitos doces. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Quando resolve ligar a TV, se torna a crítica mais implacável da história. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Ela é capaz de criticar as propagandas e até as aberturas dos programas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;No fundo é possível notar que há uma certa satisfação em 'ser do contra'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Durante esses poucos dias no mês, Ela tem o poder de aceitar suas atitudes inaceitáveis.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Quando tudo isso passa, Ela se põe a rir de si mesma...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&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/11211424-114887260234363247?l=prozaicas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qp7DMFBAfxM/TH5bYVjWfHI/AAAAAAAAAbs/gFTdz5eWr_M/S220/Renata.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11211424.post-114831340229615900</id><published>2006-05-22T10:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-22T10:56:42.360-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ele e Ela (Parte V)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Com Ele, Ela é mais feliz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Ele faz um bem para Ela...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Riem de suas próprias piadas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Discutem opiniões políticas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Ouvem músicas e decifram letras.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Analisam filmes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Também analisam pessoas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Ela dirige, Ele coloca o pé em cima do banco.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Ela enchuga as costas dEle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Ele faz café para Ela.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Juntos são poderosos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Quebram todos os padrões e paradigmas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;São opostos, para os outros...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Parece que se conhecem há séculos...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Ele batalhou por Ela.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Ela barbarizou a vida dEle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11211424-114831340229615900?l=prozaicas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prozaicas.blogspot.com/feeds/114831340229615900/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11211424&amp;postID=114831340229615900&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11211424/posts/default/114831340229615900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11211424/posts/default/114831340229615900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prozaicas.blogspot.com/2006/05/ele-e-ela-parte-v.html' title='Ele e Ela (Parte V)'/><author><name>Renata</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10582993393607872858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qp7DMFBAfxM/TH5bYVjWfHI/AAAAAAAAAbs/gFTdz5eWr_M/S220/Renata.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11211424.post-114778562820666856</id><published>2006-05-16T07:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-16T08:20:28.230-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ela e suas manias</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cheia de manias&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Adora riscar frases de efeito, nos livros que lê&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dorme de meias, inclusive no verão&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Usa óculos para emoldurar seu mundo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Otimiza todo o seu tempo, para que nunca lhe falte ócio&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Detesta receber ordens&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pinta quadros que só ela mesma vê&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Adora escrever...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Não sabe receber elogios&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Faz dieta para frequentar fast foods&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Seus melhores amigos são por correspondência&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Prefere os complicados, incompreendidos, carêntes, intransigentes e os apaixonados&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;É canhota por opção&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Toma café para ficar com aquele 'bafinho'&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Detesta os ignorantes, puxa-sacos, sem opiniões e os sem argumentos&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tem preconceito com os preconceituosos&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Desconfia das tendências&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;É espirituosa até...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11211424-114778562820666856?l=prozaicas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prozaicas.blogspot.com/feeds/114778562820666856/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11211424&amp;postID=114778562820666856&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11211424/posts/default/114778562820666856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11211424/posts/default/114778562820666856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prozaicas.blogspot.com/2006/05/ela-e-suas-manias.html' title='Ela e suas manias'/><author><name>Renata</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10582993393607872858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qp7DMFBAfxM/TH5bYVjWfHI/AAAAAAAAAbs/gFTdz5eWr_M/S220/Renata.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11211424.post-114727564998443898</id><published>2006-05-10T10:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-10T10:42:37.320-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2570/900/1600/P5010032.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2570/900/400/P5010032.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2570/900/1600/P5010032.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 13px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="198" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2570/900/400/P5010032.jpg" width="236" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div 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title=''/><author><name>Renata</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10582993393607872858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qp7DMFBAfxM/TH5bYVjWfHI/AAAAAAAAAbs/gFTdz5eWr_M/S220/Renata.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11211424.post-114727519188803442</id><published>2006-05-10T10:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-18T04:36:19.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'>ELE disse que essa é para ELA</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Morena - Marcelo Camelo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"É Morena,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tá tudo bem&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sereno é quem tem&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A paz de estar em paz com Deus&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pode rir agora&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Que o fio da maldade se enrola...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pra nós todo amor do mundo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pra eles o outro lado&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Eu digo malmequer&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ninguém escapa ao peso de viver assim:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ser assim&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Eu não prefiro assim com você&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Juntinho sem caber&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;De imaginar, até o fim raiar..."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Los Hermanos - Disco 4)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11211424-114727519188803442?l=prozaicas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prozaicas.blogspot.com/feeds/114727519188803442/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11211424&amp;postID=114727519188803442&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11211424/posts/default/114727519188803442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11211424/posts/default/114727519188803442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prozaicas.blogspot.com/2006/05/ele-disse-que-essa-para-ela.html' title='ELE disse que essa é para ELA'/><author><name>Renata</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10582993393607872858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qp7DMFBAfxM/TH5bYVjWfHI/AAAAAAAAAbs/gFTdz5eWr_M/S220/Renata.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11211424.post-114715841172337632</id><published>2006-05-09T01:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-10T10:45:23.870-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ele e Ela (Parte IV)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ele&lt;/strong&gt; - ...e como eu posso ter certeza de que estou apaixonado?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ela&lt;/strong&gt; - O que você sente quando me vê?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ele&lt;/strong&gt; - Ah, me dá até falta de arrr... (risos)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ela&lt;/strong&gt; - E o que mais?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ele&lt;/strong&gt; - ... passo o dia com aquele sorriso no canto dos lábios. Quando estamos longe as horas não passam. Acordo e vou dormir pensando em você. Voltei a fazer planos futuros. Voltei a acreditar no amor. Voltei a ter sonhos...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;OBS:&lt;/strong&gt; O que se segue, são beijos e abraços intermináveis...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11211424-114715841172337632?l=prozaicas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prozaicas.blogspot.com/feeds/114715841172337632/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11211424&amp;postID=114715841172337632&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11211424/posts/default/114715841172337632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11211424/posts/default/114715841172337632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prozaicas.blogspot.com/2006/05/ele-e-ela-parte-iv.html' title='Ele e Ela (Parte IV)'/><author><name>Renata</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10582993393607872858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qp7DMFBAfxM/TH5bYVjWfHI/AAAAAAAAAbs/gFTdz5eWr_M/S220/Renata.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11211424.post-114715768717913987</id><published>2006-05-09T01:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-09T01:54:47.193-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A bola da vez...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"...Quando o melhor momento chegar,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;vai entrar sem bater, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;e o chão vai tremer..."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Nação Zumbi)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11211424-114715768717913987?l=prozaicas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prozaicas.blogspot.com/feeds/114715768717913987/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11211424&amp;postID=114715768717913987&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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primeira briga.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Na hora fiquei PUTA.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Depois achei ótttimo.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pelo simples fato, de que só brigamos pelo que gostamos...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Caso esse não fosse o nosso caso, não haveria briga.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Também preciso confessar que fazer as pazes, é algo digamos assim, bacana...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ouvir todos os argumentos que me fizeram ficar, também foi maravilhoso.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;E no fim das contas, nem me lembro por que toda aquela discussão começou.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Só me lembro como terminou... Uiiiiii&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11211424-114674977851383567?l=prozaicas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prozaicas.blogspot.com/feeds/114674977851383567/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11211424&amp;postID=114674977851383567&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11211424/posts/default/114674977851383567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11211424/posts/default/114674977851383567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prozaicas.blogspot.com/2006/05/fight.html' title='Fight'/><author><name>Renata</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10582993393607872858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qp7DMFBAfxM/TH5bYVjWfHI/AAAAAAAAAbs/gFTdz5eWr_M/S220/Renata.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11211424.post-114648321233176402</id><published>2006-05-01T05:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-01T06:37:28.156-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ele e Ela (Parte III)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;... A cada dia que passa as coisas estão melhores. &lt;strong&gt;Ele&lt;/strong&gt; faz de tudo para agradar &lt;strong&gt;Ela&lt;/strong&gt;. Os dois estão aprendendo muito um com o outro. Escutam músicas novas. Fazem poesias. Conhecem as suas rotinas. Trocam curiosidades. Fazem inveja por onde passam. Contam segredos. Fazem confidências. Beijos demoradíssimos... É incrível como se dão bem! Tantas diferenças, mas tantas afinidades. Se respeitam muito. Se adoram. Passam horas se olhando, observando, decorando cada pinta, ruga, curva, expressão, aromas, odores, sabores... Quando estão juntos, só ouvimos os risos d&lt;strong&gt;Ele&lt;/strong&gt; e as gargalhads d&lt;strong&gt;Ela&lt;/strong&gt;. Tão pouco tempo, mas parece que já se conhecem a vida toda... &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/11211424-114648321233176402?l=prozaicas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prozaicas.blogspot.com/feeds/114648321233176402/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11211424&amp;postID=114648321233176402&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11211424/posts/default/114648321233176402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11211424/posts/default/114648321233176402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prozaicas.blogspot.com/2006/05/ele-e-ela-parte-iii.html' title='Ele e Ela (Parte III)'/><author><name>Renata</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10582993393607872858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qp7DMFBAfxM/TH5bYVjWfHI/AAAAAAAAAbs/gFTdz5eWr_M/S220/Renata.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11211424.post-114615228197258475</id><published>2006-04-27T10:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-27T10:38:01.986-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Música do momento...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"(...)Deixa eu te levar pra ver o mundo, baby&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;        Deixa eu te mostrar o melhor que posso ser(...)"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11211424-114615228197258475?l=prozaicas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prozaicas.blogspot.com/feeds/114615228197258475/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11211424&amp;postID=114615228197258475&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11211424/posts/default/114615228197258475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11211424/posts/default/114615228197258475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prozaicas.blogspot.com/2006/04/msica-do-momento.html' title='Música do momento...'/><author><name>Renata</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10582993393607872858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qp7DMFBAfxM/TH5bYVjWfHI/AAAAAAAAAbs/gFTdz5eWr_M/S220/Renata.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11211424.post-114614291418683493</id><published>2006-04-27T07:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-27T08:01:54.290-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ele e suas qualidades...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ele tem tantas 'pintinhas' pelo corpo, que até parece uma constelação.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Quando sorri, franze todo o rosto.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Adora um drama (no bom sentido, se é que isso existe).&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;É extremamente carinhoso.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dorme cedo e acorda mais cedo ainda...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cultua bons livros.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tem uma coleção de CD's esquisitos.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Adora um 'cine trash'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Tem a maior paciência com histórias longas...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Adora Coca-cola, mas não bebe por rebeldia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;É cheio de propósitos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;É cheio de manias.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Não se sente diminuído por afirmar suas fragilidades.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Tem um olhar penetrante, daqueles que decifram a alma...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;É cheirosíssimo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Tem uma fé inabalável.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Ele acredita no amor!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11211424-114614291418683493?l=prozaicas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prozaicas.blogspot.com/feeds/114614291418683493/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11211424&amp;postID=114614291418683493&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11211424/posts/default/114614291418683493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11211424/posts/default/114614291418683493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prozaicas.blogspot.com/2006/04/ele-e-suas-qualidades.html' title='Ele e suas qualidades...'/><author><name>Renata</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10582993393607872858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qp7DMFBAfxM/TH5bYVjWfHI/AAAAAAAAAbs/gFTdz5eWr_M/S220/Renata.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11211424.post-114606772838044336</id><published>2006-04-26T10:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-26T11:08:48.406-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ele e Ela (Parte II)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ele tem tatoo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ela tem miopia&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ele é careca&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ela cabeluda&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ele cerveja&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ela Vodka&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ele de manhã&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ela de madrugada&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ele 'ao vivo'&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ela pelos celulares&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ele bagunceiro&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ela autoritária&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ele apaixonado&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ela encantada&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ele é sincero&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ela é política&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ele cama, mesa e banho&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ela barba, cabelo e bigode&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ele sabe o que quer&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ela luta pelo que pode...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11211424-114606772838044336?l=prozaicas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prozaicas.blogspot.com/feeds/114606772838044336/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11211424&amp;postID=114606772838044336&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11211424/posts/default/114606772838044336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11211424/posts/default/114606772838044336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prozaicas.blogspot.com/2006/04/ele-e-ela-parte-ii.html' title='Ele e Ela (Parte II)'/><author><name>Renata</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10582993393607872858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qp7DMFBAfxM/TH5bYVjWfHI/AAAAAAAAAbs/gFTdz5eWr_M/S220/Renata.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11211424.post-114591029608862772</id><published>2006-04-24T15:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-01T06:36:59.396-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ele e Ela (Parte I)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;5ª feira (véspera de feriado), na balada...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ele:&lt;/strong&gt; Você não vai falar comigo de novo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ela&lt;/strong&gt; (totalmente desconfiada da sanidade daquele cidadão desconhecido): Oi, tudo bem?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ele:&lt;/strong&gt; Precisamos terminar a conversa daquele dia...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ela &lt;/strong&gt;(pensou: Que dia? Que conversa?, Mas respondeu): Deixa eu pegar uma bebida?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ele&lt;/strong&gt; fez cara de decepção&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ela&lt;/strong&gt; pensou mais uma vez: "É por isso que sempre bebo na balada!"&lt;br /&gt;Depois de horas entre empurra-empurra, conversas paralelas, entre os amigos, paqueras desnecessárias, cigarros intragáveis, assuntos bestiais e danças absurdas, &lt;strong&gt;Ela&lt;/strong&gt; pensou: "Preciso de outra bebida!".&lt;br /&gt;Se aproximando do balcão viu &lt;strong&gt;Ele&lt;/strong&gt;. Que para &lt;strong&gt;Ela&lt;/strong&gt; era o Louco. &lt;strong&gt;Ele&lt;/strong&gt; já a olhava, coisa que aliás, fez a noite toda. Como não tinha por onde fugir, resolveu encará-lo. No balcão pediu: "Coca Light, por favor!". Pensou que era melhor encará-lo sóbria...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ele:&lt;/strong&gt; Será que agora você tem 5 minutos para mim?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ela:&lt;/strong&gt; Estou aqui, não estou? Então, pode falar, seus 5 minutos estão passando, (Riu por dentro.)...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ele:&lt;/strong&gt; Você sabia que não esqueci mais tudo aquilo que você me falou naquele dia?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Resumindo:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Ele&lt;/strong&gt; se lembrava MUITO bem dela... &lt;strong&gt;Ela&lt;/strong&gt; não tinha a menor 'loção' de quem &lt;strong&gt;Ele&lt;/strong&gt; era, por isso colocou toda a culpa na Vodka e só bebeu Coca Light o resto da noite. Pensou se adotaria a nova contuda, pelo resto de sua vida... &lt;strong&gt;Ele e Ela&lt;/strong&gt; conversaram sobre tudo, música, religião, futebol, arte, cinema, família, profissão... e a banda já havia terminado o show, as cadeiras já estavam empilhadas, os amigos estavam indo embora e &lt;strong&gt;Ele e Ela&lt;/strong&gt; ainda não haviam se beijado...&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/11211424-114591029608862772?l=prozaicas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prozaicas.blogspot.com/feeds/114591029608862772/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11211424&amp;postID=114591029608862772&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11211424/posts/default/114591029608862772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11211424/posts/default/114591029608862772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prozaicas.blogspot.com/2006/04/ele-e-ela-parte-i.html' title='Ele e Ela (Parte I)'/><author><name>Renata</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10582993393607872858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qp7DMFBAfxM/TH5bYVjWfHI/AAAAAAAAAbs/gFTdz5eWr_M/S220/Renata.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11211424.post-114590841715094399</id><published>2006-04-24T14:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-24T14:53:37.170-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Nossa música...</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;"Last night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;She said&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;Oh baby, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I feel so down..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;(The Strokes)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11211424-114590841715094399?l=prozaicas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prozaicas.blogspot.com/feeds/114590841715094399/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11211424&amp;postID=114590841715094399&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11211424/posts/default/114590841715094399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11211424/posts/default/114590841715094399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prozaicas.blogspot.com/2006/04/nossa-msica.html' title='Nossa música...'/><author><name>Renata</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10582993393607872858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qp7DMFBAfxM/TH5bYVjWfHI/AAAAAAAAAbs/gFTdz5eWr_M/S220/Renata.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11211424.post-114524494380968095</id><published>2006-04-16T22:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-17T23:17:13.940-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Na medida</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;"(...) Tá todo mundo dizendo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;tá todo mundo falando,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;tá todo mundo comentando,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;tá todo mundo se intromentendo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;eu nem tô ligando...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Mas por mim, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;tá tudo bom, tá tudo bem,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;eu não quero nem saber do que eles dizem,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;nem de mim, nem de você,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;ou de nada sobre o nosso sentimento(...)"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;(Pedro Mariano)&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/11211424-114524494380968095?l=prozaicas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prozaicas.blogspot.com/feeds/114524494380968095/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11211424&amp;postID=114524494380968095&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11211424/posts/default/114524494380968095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11211424/posts/default/114524494380968095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prozaicas.blogspot.com/2006/04/na-medida.html' title='Na medida'/><author><name>Renata</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10582993393607872858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qp7DMFBAfxM/TH5bYVjWfHI/AAAAAAAAAbs/gFTdz5eWr_M/S220/Renata.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11211424.post-114491158816470967</id><published>2006-04-13T01:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-13T01:59:48.180-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Des.pedida</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;...E então ele se foi. Parece que um pouco de mim também... Todo mundo quer saber, mas eu não conto! Agora sofro calada, sozinha, quietinha..., mas sofro. Aquele 'tchau' foi tão duro, parece até que foi um 'adeus'. Sei que foi só um 'até breve', mas sempre sofro com despedidas. Sempre sofri. E sei que sempre sofrerei... Me questiono se é melhor partir ou ficar. Se dou ou se espero o 'tchau'. Me questiono sobre muito mais..., mas não ouso dizer. Sei que nos dias de sua ausência, o bom-senso me faltará. Como, aliás, já me tem faltado. Será que o retorno se tornará tão difícil quanto a sua despedida? Tomara que não me falte o ar. Que consiga raciocinar. Que eu consiga reaprender... Tomara que nunca mais me falte você(...)...&lt;/em&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/11211424-114491158816470967?l=prozaicas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prozaicas.blogspot.com/feeds/114491158816470967/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11211424&amp;postID=114491158816470967&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11211424/posts/default/114491158816470967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11211424/posts/default/114491158816470967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prozaicas.blogspot.com/2006/04/despedida.html' title='Des.pedida'/><author><name>Renata</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10582993393607872858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qp7DMFBAfxM/TH5bYVjWfHI/AAAAAAAAAbs/gFTdz5eWr_M/S220/Renata.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11211424.post-114478312169429954</id><published>2006-04-11T13:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-11T14:18:41.750-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Música martelando</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2570/900/1600/RENATA%20079.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2570/900/400/RENATA%20079.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2570/900/1600/RENATA%20079.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 63px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 74px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="180" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2570/900/200/RENATA%20079.jpg" width="200" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I can´t take my mind of you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11211424-114478312169429954?l=prozaicas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prozaicas.blogspot.com/feeds/114478312169429954/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11211424&amp;postID=114478312169429954&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11211424/posts/default/114478312169429954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11211424/posts/default/114478312169429954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prozaicas.blogspot.com/2006/04/msica-martelando.html' title='Música martelando'/><author><name>Renata</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10582993393607872858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qp7DMFBAfxM/TH5bYVjWfHI/AAAAAAAAAbs/gFTdz5eWr_M/S220/Renata.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11211424.post-114469368256808591</id><published>2006-04-10T12:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-10T13:28:02.633-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Lince</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2570/900/1600/Caseiras%20006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 119px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="181" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2570/900/200/Caseiras%20006.jpg" width="150" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2570/900/1600/Caseiras%20006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 6px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 9px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="92" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2570/900/200/Caseiras%20006.jpg" width="95" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Está tudo de ponta cabeça. Não reconheço meus sentimentos... Estou confusa. Nó nas idéias. Dor no peito. Pensamentos obsessivamentes desconexos. Me pego sorrindo à toa. Cantarolando... Mas não consigo me lembrar daqueles olhinhos, que sempre me fitam discretamente. Me olham de canto, me acompanham de longe...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11211424-114469368256808591?l=prozaicas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prozaicas.blogspot.com/feeds/114469368256808591/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11211424&amp;postID=114469368256808591&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11211424/posts/default/114469368256808591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11211424/posts/default/114469368256808591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prozaicas.blogspot.com/2006/04/lince.html' title='Lince'/><author><name>Renata</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10582993393607872858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qp7DMFBAfxM/TH5bYVjWfHI/AAAAAAAAAbs/gFTdz5eWr_M/S220/Renata.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11211424.post-114451468749783257</id><published>2006-04-08T10:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-08T11:44:47.970-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Passou...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2570/900/1600/Caseiras%20012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2570/900/400/Caseiras%20012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2570/900/1600/Caseiras%20012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 57px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 62px" height="311" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2570/900/400/Caseiras%20012.jpg" width="300" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quase tivemos sol. Mas, em compensação, sonhei. Havia muitos dias que não sonhava, aliás, sonhava mas não me lembrava. Acordava aflita, como se tivesse perdido uma parte de mim. Já que os sonhos são o que há de mais 'puro' no nosso "ser", eu quero o direito de SER quem eu sou...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Acordei com o telefone, mas de birra, não atendi. Sentei na cama e anotei meu sonho, como sempre faço. Daqui a algum tempo, vou procurá-lo e aí tudo fará sentido.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Agora já está tudo melhor. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Passou. Passou... Passou..........................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11211424-114451468749783257?l=prozaicas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prozaicas.blogspot.com/feeds/114451468749783257/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11211424&amp;postID=114451468749783257&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11211424/posts/default/114451468749783257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11211424/posts/default/114451468749783257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prozaicas.blogspot.com/2006/04/passou.html' title='Passou...'/><author><name>Renata</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10582993393607872858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qp7DMFBAfxM/TH5bYVjWfHI/AAAAAAAAAbs/gFTdz5eWr_M/S220/Renata.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11211424.post-114426635604396265</id><published>2006-04-05T14:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-06T01:14:28.036-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Cinza</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2570/900/1600/Variedades%20003.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="280" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2570/900/320/Variedades%20003.0.jpg" width="240" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 61px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 70px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="292" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2570/900/320/Variedades%20003.jpg" width="240" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hoje amanheceu nublado. Lá fora e aqui dentro... Fiquei até tarde na cama, tentando ter um sonho bom. Levantei querendo me deitar mais um pouquinho. Queria ligar para alguém e conversar, mas me senti tão sozinha, que perdi a coragem. Perdi a fome e a vontade. Qualquer vontade. Queria querer alguma coisa, mas não consegui querer mais nada...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hoje está tudo cinza. Eu estou cinza. Nem branco, nem preto. Cinza. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Li Clarice. Ouvi TV. Conversei com a gata, que me fez companhia, puxou conversa, tentou me tirar do cinza... Aliás, ela é branca e preta. Ao contrário de mim, ela não estava cinza... Com o cair da tarde, meu humor melhorou. Um pouco, mas melhorou. Não sei por quê, mas eu sempre melhoro com o cair da tarde. Talvez por quê o cinza se torne negro... Não sei. Só sei que negro é melhor que cinza.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11211424-114426635604396265?l=prozaicas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prozaicas.blogspot.com/feeds/114426635604396265/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11211424&amp;postID=114426635604396265&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11211424/posts/default/114426635604396265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11211424/posts/default/114426635604396265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prozaicas.blogspot.com/2006/04/cinza.html' title='Cinza'/><author><name>Renata</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10582993393607872858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qp7DMFBAfxM/TH5bYVjWfHI/AAAAAAAAAbs/gFTdz5eWr_M/S220/Renata.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11211424.post-114399223903504792</id><published>2006-04-02T10:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-06T10:13:23.616-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Seus olhos...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2570/900/1600/PB250002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 31px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 30px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="240" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2570/900/320/PB250002.jpg" width="62" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2570/900/1600/PB250002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2570/900/320/PB250002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Se eu tivesse um espelho d'alma, veria o medo, aquele grito, as fantasias, angústias, cada gula, os sinais, aqueles olhos, muitas frases, cada porre, todos os choros, os ecos das gargalhadas, os pedaços do coração, as fatias da carne, o ciúme discimulado, as alegrias veladas, as falsas modéstias, a educação que aprisiona, as mentiras que agradam, as 'colas' salvadoras, os beijos que acorrentam, as promessas não cumpridas, todas as boas e más intenções, cada proposta indescente ou não. Todos os dias de lua cheia, minguante, nova ou crescente. Cada primavera, verão, outono e inverno. Os 'sim' e 'não'. O acúmulo da rugas, olheiras, inchaços... Aquela briga. Aquele dia. As multas de trânsito. Os dias felizes. Aqueles que ajudaram. Aqueles que só olharam. Aqueles que nem perceberam. As estradas. As viagens... e o fim dela... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&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/11211424-114399223903504792?l=prozaicas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prozaicas.blogspot.com/feeds/114399223903504792/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11211424&amp;postID=114399223903504792&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11211424/posts/default/114399223903504792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11211424/posts/default/114399223903504792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prozaicas.blogspot.com/2006/04/seus-olhos.html' title='Seus olhos...'/><author><name>Renata</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10582993393607872858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qp7DMFBAfxM/TH5bYVjWfHI/AAAAAAAAAbs/gFTdz5eWr_M/S220/Renata.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11211424.post-114382171208590581</id><published>2006-03-31T10:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-01T12:02:20.193-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Olha só</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2570/900/1600/RENATA%20116.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 82px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 65px" height="264" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2570/900/400/RENATA%20116.jpg" width="191" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2570/900/1600/RENATA%20116.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 347px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 273px" height="300" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2570/900/400/RENATA%20116.jpg" width="347" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tenho saudades de lá...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Onde tudo é preciso,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mesmo que impreciso fosse&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Não deveria ter ido&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quando cheguei&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Não deveria ter voltado&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Agora estou nesse estado&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Vazio e saudoso...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11211424-114382171208590581?l=prozaicas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prozaicas.blogspot.com/feeds/114382171208590581/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11211424&amp;postID=114382171208590581&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11211424/posts/default/114382171208590581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11211424/posts/default/114382171208590581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prozaicas.blogspot.com/2006/03/olha-s.html' title='Olha só'/><author><name>Renata</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10582993393607872858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qp7DMFBAfxM/TH5bYVjWfHI/AAAAAAAAAbs/gFTdz5eWr_M/S220/Renata.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11211424.post-114374100890140662</id><published>2006-03-30T12:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-30T16:38:49.886-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Foi mais ou menos assim:</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2570/900/1600/P1020277.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 85px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 69px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="245" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2570/900/400/P1020277.jpg" width="102" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2570/900/1600/P1020277.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2570/900/400/P1020277.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dia mais ou menos. Nem quente, nem frio. Acordei mais ou menos cedo. Cochilei mais um pouco... Na bagunça do meu quarto, encontrei um retrato antigo. Nós dois. Num passado remoto. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lembrei do inesquecível...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dias de praia. Dias de preguiça. Dias de fúria.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;No meio de tudo, estou eu. Sempre eu, no meio de tudo.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O meu umbigo está sempre no meio.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O meu Ego também.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quantas núvens, e ainda vejo o sol.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quanto tempo, e ainda vejo você.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Se saudades dói, me permite existir.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Não desistir.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nem me entregar.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tudo tem um som.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Repita comigo:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Intenção!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Objeção!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Injeção!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Siiiiilêêêncio!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Baguuuuunça!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Páre!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Grite comigo:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quietossss!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cale a tua boooooca!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Filho de uma puuuta!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;É bom, não é?!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Adoro!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Voltando ao assunto,...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;... me perdi...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div 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assim:'/><author><name>Renata</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10582993393607872858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qp7DMFBAfxM/TH5bYVjWfHI/AAAAAAAAAbs/gFTdz5eWr_M/S220/Renata.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11211424.post-114351632189885419</id><published>2006-03-27T21:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-27T22:25:21.936-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A vida que eu levo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Andei sumida, não tinha o que dizer. A inspiração me abandonou...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Andei quietinha, calada, só no meu pensar. Não tem inspiração o meu penar.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tenho saudades, frio, pavor, amor, calor, pesar, inspiro, transpiro, respiro sem parar, perco o ar, fala que se cala, fala que se sobresai, ouço um sussurro, talvez um grito no escuro, penso em você, se vejo sem óculos, talvez haja alguma solução, com soluço fico gaga, num sei cantar, lembrei as poesias, esquecerei as juras, não cumprirei as promessas, posso até dizer, sei sim mentir, ouso ser humilde, canço de sonhar, espero o sol nascer, talvez ao entardecer, consigo telefonar, aprendi desculpar, sempre duvido, questiono você, desisti de entender, casamento é normal, parto natural, cachorro no quintal, sempre choro no final, afinal isso é viver...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11211424-114351632189885419?l=prozaicas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prozaicas.blogspot.com/feeds/114351632189885419/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11211424&amp;postID=114351632189885419&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11211424/posts/default/114351632189885419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11211424/posts/default/114351632189885419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prozaicas.blogspot.com/2006/03/vida-que-eu-levo.html' title='A vida que eu levo'/><author><name>Renata</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10582993393607872858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qp7DMFBAfxM/TH5bYVjWfHI/AAAAAAAAAbs/gFTdz5eWr_M/S220/Renata.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11211424.post-114261740423236562</id><published>2006-03-17T12:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-20T22:46:30.690-05:00</updated><title type='text'>É ou não é</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Isso de querer&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;ser exatamente aquilo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;que a gente é&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;ainda vai nos levar além..."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Leminsk)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11211424-114261740423236562?l=prozaicas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prozaicas.blogspot.com/feeds/114261740423236562/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11211424&amp;postID=114261740423236562&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11211424/posts/default/114261740423236562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11211424/posts/default/114261740423236562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prozaicas.blogspot.com/2006/03/ou-no.html' title='É ou não é'/><author><name>Renata</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10582993393607872858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qp7DMFBAfxM/TH5bYVjWfHI/AAAAAAAAAbs/gFTdz5eWr_M/S220/Renata.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11211424.post-114257133802598461</id><published>2006-03-16T23:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-20T22:45:41.143-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Caminho</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ando dolorida&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Andar dói&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Doar dói&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Respirar dói&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ando devagar&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Vago sem parar&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Páro pra pensar&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ando pensando em você...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11211424-114257133802598461?l=prozaicas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prozaicas.blogspot.com/feeds/114257133802598461/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11211424&amp;postID=114257133802598461&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11211424/posts/default/114257133802598461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11211424/posts/default/114257133802598461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prozaicas.blogspot.com/2006/03/caminho.html' title='Caminho'/><author><name>Renata</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10582993393607872858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qp7DMFBAfxM/TH5bYVjWfHI/AAAAAAAAAbs/gFTdz5eWr_M/S220/Renata.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11211424.post-114167612808574241</id><published>2006-03-06T15:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-06T15:15:28.100-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Todo mundo</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Todo o mundo apaixonou-se.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Se pudesse também me tornaria par.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Partiria para apaixonar-me.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me sentindo como um todo.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Todo mundo...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11211424-114167612808574241?l=prozaicas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prozaicas.blogspot.com/feeds/114167612808574241/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11211424&amp;postID=114167612808574241&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11211424/posts/default/114167612808574241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11211424/posts/default/114167612808574241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prozaicas.blogspot.com/2006/03/todo-mundo.html' title='Todo mundo'/><author><name>Renata</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10582993393607872858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qp7DMFBAfxM/TH5bYVjWfHI/AAAAAAAAAbs/gFTdz5eWr_M/S220/Renata.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11211424.post-114161995727223385</id><published>2006-03-05T23:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-05T23:46:48.670-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Coisa</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"A coisa mais importante que se pode aprender na vida é amar. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E se deixar amar..."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11211424-114161995727223385?l=prozaicas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prozaicas.blogspot.com/feeds/114161995727223385/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11211424&amp;postID=114161995727223385&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11211424/posts/default/114161995727223385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11211424/posts/default/114161995727223385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prozaicas.blogspot.com/2006/03/coisa.html' title='A Coisa'/><author><name>Renata</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10582993393607872858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qp7DMFBAfxM/TH5bYVjWfHI/AAAAAAAAAbs/gFTdz5eWr_M/S220/Renata.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11211424.post-114161800536128090</id><published>2006-03-05T22:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-05T23:26:51.326-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Mu.Danças</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Mude&lt;/span&gt;, mas comece devagar, porque a direção é mais importante que a velocidade.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sente-se em outra cadeira, no outro lado da mesa. Mais tarde, mude de mesa.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quando sair, procure andar pelo outro lado da rua. Depois, mude de caminho, ande por outras ruas, calmamente, observando com atenção os lugares por onde você passa. Tome outros ônibus. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mude por uns tempos o estilo das roupas. Dê os teus sapatos velhos. Procure andar descalço alguns dias. Tire uma tarde inteira para passear livremente na praia, ou no parque, e ouvir o canto dos passarinhos. &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Veja o mundo de outras perspectivas. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Abra e feche as gavetase portas com a mão esquerda. Durma no outro lado da cama...depois, procure dormir em outras camas. Assista a outros programas de tv, compre outros jornais... leia outros livros, &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Viva outros romances&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Não faça do hábito um estilo de vida&lt;/span&gt;. Ame a novidade. Durma mais tarde. Durma mais cedo. Aprenda uma palavra nova por dia numa outra língua. Corrija a postura. Coma um pouco menos, escolha comidas diferentes, novos temperos, novas cores, novas delícias.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tente o novo todo dia, o novo lado, o novo método, o novo sabor, o novo jeito, o novo prazer, o novo amor, a nova vida. Tente. Busque novos amigos. Tente novos amores. Faça novas relações. Almoce em outros locais, vá a outros restaurantes, tome outro tipo de bebida, compre pão em outra padaria. Almoce mais cedo, jante mais tarde ou vice-versa. Escolha outro mercado... outra marca de sabonete, outro creme dental... tome banho em novos horários. Use canetas de outras cores. Vá passear em outros lugares. Ame muito, cada vez mais, de modos diferentes. Troque de bolsa, de carteira, de malas, troque de carro, compre novos óculos, escreva outras poesias. Jogue os velhos relógios, quebre delicadamente esses horrorosos despertadores. Vá a outros cinemas, outros cabeleireiros, outros teatros, visite novos museus. &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Se você&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;não encontrar razões para ser livre, invente-as.&lt;/span&gt; Seja criativo. E aproveite para fazer uma viagem despretensiosa, longa, se possível sem destino. Experimente coisas novas. Troque novamente. Mude, de novo. Experimente outra vez.Você certamente conhecerá coisas melhores e coisas piores do que as já conhecidas, mas não é isso o que importa. O mais importante é a mudança, o movimento, o dinamismo, a energia. &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Só o que está morto não muda !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;(Autor desconhecido)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11211424-114161800536128090?l=prozaicas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prozaicas.blogspot.com/feeds/114161800536128090/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11211424&amp;postID=114161800536128090&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11211424/posts/default/114161800536128090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11211424/posts/default/114161800536128090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prozaicas.blogspot.com/2006/03/mudanas.html' title='Mu.Danças'/><author><name>Renata</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10582993393607872858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qp7DMFBAfxM/TH5bYVjWfHI/AAAAAAAAAbs/gFTdz5eWr_M/S220/Renata.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11211424.post-114136014266722424</id><published>2006-03-02T22:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-03T08:24:24.866-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Casa.Minto</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2570/900/1600/PB250008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 163px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 161px" height="240" alt="" 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style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ela casou e contou pra todo mundo. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ele casou e ficou quietinho.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Será que são felizes?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Será que é para sempre?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ainda ontém sonhei com ele.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hoje tentei encontrá-lo.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Em vão...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O tempo cura tudo mesmo?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Continuo torcendo para que sim.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mas devo confessar que é bom mantê-lo por perto.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mesmo que em pensamento.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lembrá-lo, é tornar a felicidade palpável.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Esquecê-lo, é perder a fé...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11211424-114136014266722424?l=prozaicas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prozaicas.blogspot.com/feeds/114136014266722424/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11211424&amp;postID=114136014266722424&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11211424/posts/default/114136014266722424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11211424/posts/default/114136014266722424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prozaicas.blogspot.com/2006/03/casaminto.html' title='Casa.Minto'/><author><name>Renata</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10582993393607872858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qp7DMFBAfxM/TH5bYVjWfHI/AAAAAAAAAbs/gFTdz5eWr_M/S220/Renata.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11211424.post-114067423081614055</id><published>2006-02-23T00:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-23T00:57:10.836-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A e B</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A-&lt;/strong&gt; É bom ser solteira. Sentar na padaria, tomar o seu café. Olhar quem tem mais celulite que você. Ler o jornal e ver quem é mais miserável que você. Ouvir a mesa ao lado, contando casos de quem foi mais corna que você....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;B-&lt;/strong&gt; Casal é foda! Você sempre fica na neurose. Será que tô gorda demais. Burra demais. Cega demais. Surda demais. Será que fumo demais. Que bebo demais...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A-&lt;/strong&gt; Não sei se vou conseguir namorar tão cedo. Homem gosta de ser maltratado, e acho que não consigo maltratar os meus namorados. Pelo menos os ex's, não consegui.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;B-&lt;/strong&gt; Amiga, quando estou solteira consigo ver todos os defeitos dos homens. Saber como e quando eles nos traem. Sacar olhares cafagestes ao lado da esposa e ainda assim, querer namorá-los. Acredito que o nosso instinto de perpetuação da espécie, sempre fala mais alto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;A-&lt;/strong&gt; Não sei não. Ás vezes acho que nos acostumamos a se fud... . Vimos a nossa avó se fud... . A nossa mãe se fud... . As nossas amigas se fud... . Este acabou sendo o único padrão que conhecemos e aprendemos a lidar. Nenhuma mulher foi criada para se dar bem no quesito 'relacionamento'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;B-&lt;/strong&gt; Talvez seja por isso que resolvemos conquistar o mundo. Já aprendemos que os homens vêm e vão... mas o dinheiro e a independência financeira, não!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A-&lt;/strong&gt; Ótimo. Agora só precisamos arrumar um discurso mais bem elaborado sobre quem troca os pneus, as luzes, os butijões e vai nas reuniões escolares das crianças...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&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/11211424-114067423081614055?l=prozaicas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prozaicas.blogspot.com/feeds/114067423081614055/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11211424&amp;postID=114067423081614055&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11211424/posts/default/114067423081614055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11211424/posts/default/114067423081614055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prozaicas.blogspot.com/2006/02/e-b.html' title='A e B'/><author><name>Renata</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10582993393607872858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qp7DMFBAfxM/TH5bYVjWfHI/AAAAAAAAAbs/gFTdz5eWr_M/S220/Renata.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11211424.post-114006067870391784</id><published>2006-02-15T22:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-15T22:31:18.703-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Frase do dia</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Quem disse que ganhar ou perder não importa, provavelmente perdeu." &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(&lt;/strong&gt;Martina Navratilova&lt;strong&gt;)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;... agora, vai dizer que vocês num concordam?!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11211424-114006067870391784?l=prozaicas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prozaicas.blogspot.com/feeds/114006067870391784/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11211424&amp;postID=114006067870391784&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11211424/posts/default/114006067870391784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11211424/posts/default/114006067870391784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prozaicas.blogspot.com/2006/02/frase-do-dia.html' title='Frase do dia'/><author><name>Renata</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10582993393607872858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qp7DMFBAfxM/TH5bYVjWfHI/AAAAAAAAAbs/gFTdz5eWr_M/S220/Renata.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11211424.post-114006055057733150</id><published>2006-02-15T22:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-15T22:29:10.593-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Me diga</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Há quanto tempo eu conheço você &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ou quanto tempo eu ainda vou precisar &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;E eu dependo do teu "não entendo" &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Eu pretendo apenas &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Que você saiba que isso é meu amor &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(Nando Reis - Me diga)&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11211424-114006055057733150?l=prozaicas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prozaicas.blogspot.com/feeds/114006055057733150/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11211424&amp;postID=114006055057733150&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11211424/posts/default/114006055057733150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11211424/posts/default/114006055057733150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prozaicas.blogspot.com/2006/02/me-diga.html' title='Me diga'/><author><name>Renata</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10582993393607872858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qp7DMFBAfxM/TH5bYVjWfHI/AAAAAAAAAbs/gFTdz5eWr_M/S220/Renata.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11211424.post-113986736761866152</id><published>2006-02-13T16:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-13T16:49:27.636-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Just me</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Passo dias cutucando o meu umbigo.&lt;br /&gt;Sou extremamente egoísta.&lt;br /&gt;Talvez seja por isso que tomei umas a mais e me expus daquela maneira ... Tudo isso foi só pra me castigar, me torturar e me fazer repensar.&lt;br /&gt;Quer saber?&lt;br /&gt;Deu certo!&lt;br /&gt;Acordei péssima, cheia de dores físicas e na consciência. Tomei muitas decisões. Chorei como o dilúvio que caía, e hoje cedo já parti para as ações.&lt;br /&gt;1. Parei de fumar. Superei a fase oral.&lt;br /&gt;2. Parei de beber qualquer bebida alcoólica (isso incluí álcool Zulu e desodorantes). Superei  mais uma vez a fase oral.&lt;br /&gt;3. Parei de comer. Dieta. Não sei se irei superar ou suportar mais alguma coisa.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;4. Voltei pra academia. Isso é quase um castigo, mas me senti ótttima.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ainda tenho muitas decisões para tomar, mas preciso de um tempo para me refazer...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Estou em reforma.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11211424-113986736761866152?l=prozaicas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prozaicas.blogspot.com/feeds/113986736761866152/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11211424&amp;postID=113986736761866152&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11211424/posts/default/113986736761866152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11211424/posts/default/113986736761866152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prozaicas.blogspot.com/2006/02/just-me.html' title='Just me'/><author><name>Renata</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10582993393607872858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qp7DMFBAfxM/TH5bYVjWfHI/AAAAAAAAAbs/gFTdz5eWr_M/S220/Renata.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11211424.post-113986304210093536</id><published>2006-02-13T15:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-13T15:37:22.123-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Checado e conferido</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;- Evite o primeiro gole; ok&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;- Beba com moderação; ok&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;- C... de bêbado não tem dono; ok&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;- Eu nunca mais vou beber!; ok&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;- Você jura que eu fiz isso?!; ok&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;- Como assim cai?!; ok&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;- Quem me ajudou?; ok&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;- Cadê o meu brinco?; ok&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;- Como eu vim parar aqui? ok&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;- Prá quem eu liguei? ok&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;- Eu não falei isso, falei? ok&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11211424-113986304210093536?l=prozaicas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prozaicas.blogspot.com/feeds/113986304210093536/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11211424&amp;postID=113986304210093536&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11211424/posts/default/113986304210093536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11211424/posts/default/113986304210093536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prozaicas.blogspot.com/2006/02/checado-e-conferido.html' title='Checado e conferido'/><author><name>Renata</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10582993393607872858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qp7DMFBAfxM/TH5bYVjWfHI/AAAAAAAAAbs/gFTdz5eWr_M/S220/Renata.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11211424.post-113978541664228987</id><published>2006-02-12T17:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-12T18:03:36.676-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Resumindo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"E ser-se novo é ter o paraíso,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;  É ter-se a estrada larga, ao sol, florida,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;  Aonde tudo é luz e graça e riso!"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;  (Florbela Espanca)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&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/11211424-113978541664228987?l=prozaicas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prozaicas.blogspot.com/feeds/113978541664228987/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11211424&amp;postID=113978541664228987&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11211424/posts/default/113978541664228987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11211424/posts/default/113978541664228987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prozaicas.blogspot.com/2006/02/resumindo.html' title='Resumindo'/><author><name>Renata</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10582993393607872858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qp7DMFBAfxM/TH5bYVjWfHI/AAAAAAAAAbs/gFTdz5eWr_M/S220/Renata.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11211424.post-113945979411696839</id><published>2006-02-08T23:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-08T23:36:34.133-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Nem lá, nem cá</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lá eu só olhava pra dentro, pro meu umbigo.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Aqui eu olho pra fora, pro mundo.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lá eu me continha.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Aqui eu me contento.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lá é cinza.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Aqui é tudo azul.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lá é apartamento, perto do Aeroporto.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Aqui é casa, com vista pra linha do trem.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lá é vinho tinto.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Aqui é vodka congelada.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lá é buzina, trânsito e descrição.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Aqui é passarinho, mão dupla e discussão.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lá é tudo corrido.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Aqui é tudo voando.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lá é o mundo inteiro.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Aqui é o meu mundo todo.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lá eu me fiz.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Aqui eu só sou.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lá eu sou o número 14.623.234.08&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Aqui eu sou mais eu.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lá eu quero estar aqui.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;"&gt;Aqui eu quero estar lá...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11211424-113945979411696839?l=prozaicas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prozaicas.blogspot.com/feeds/113945979411696839/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11211424&amp;postID=113945979411696839&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11211424/posts/default/113945979411696839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11211424/posts/default/113945979411696839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prozaicas.blogspot.com/2006/02/nem-l-nem-c.html' title='Nem lá, nem cá'/><author><name>Renata</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10582993393607872858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qp7DMFBAfxM/TH5bYVjWfHI/AAAAAAAAAbs/gFTdz5eWr_M/S220/Renata.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11211424.post-113933934947847155</id><published>2006-02-07T13:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-07T14:09:09.493-05:00</updated><title type='text'>C'est fini</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2570/900/1600/termino.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2570/900/320/termino.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11211424-113933934947847155?l=prozaicas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prozaicas.blogspot.com/feeds/113933934947847155/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11211424&amp;postID=113933934947847155&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11211424/posts/default/113933934947847155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11211424/posts/default/113933934947847155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prozaicas.blogspot.com/2006/02/cest-fini.html' title='C&apos;est fini'/><author><name>Renata</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10582993393607872858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qp7DMFBAfxM/TH5bYVjWfHI/AAAAAAAAAbs/gFTdz5eWr_M/S220/Renata.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11211424.post-113933732437263407</id><published>2006-02-07T13:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-07T13:35:24.466-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Saudades</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;... Com o tempo tudo passou a ser engraçado...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Eu adorava chegar lá e pegar ele fazendo o meu café, com um cigarro no canto da boca, a camisa solta e desabotuada, tirando as marcar do dia difícil. Depois de horas de conversa, meio maço de cigarro e um bule de café, ele tomava um banho enquanto eu fingia que assistia tv e ficava observando cada detalha das suas coisas. Sua mania de espalhar as roupas a semana inteira e arrumar tudo no domingo. O seu cinzeiro com tampo. As suas relíquias, que a mim também eram muito queridas. As suas poltronas estilosas. A sua mesa redonda, como a dos meus sonhos. A sua coleção de CD's de bandas desconhecidas. As suas samambaias que traziam o jardim. Seus baldes no banheiro. O seu cheiro no travesseiro. O controle remoto sempre perdido...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Quando ele entrava no quarto, suas costas sempre molhadas. Seu sorrizo sempre escancarado. Sua respiração sempre ofegante. Seu cigarro sempre aceso. Seus olhinhos sempre brilhando, como se tentasse esconder um mistério... e eu, sempre tentando desvendar aquele mistério velado... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11211424-113933732437263407?l=prozaicas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prozaicas.blogspot.com/feeds/113933732437263407/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11211424&amp;postID=113933732437263407&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11211424/posts/default/113933732437263407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11211424/posts/default/113933732437263407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prozaicas.blogspot.com/2006/02/saudades.html' title='Saudades'/><author><name>Renata</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10582993393607872858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qp7DMFBAfxM/TH5bYVjWfHI/AAAAAAAAAbs/gFTdz5eWr_M/S220/Renata.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11211424.post-113893926140425562</id><published>2006-02-02T22:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-02T23:04:19.193-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Retorno, não!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2570/900/1600/PB250009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2570/900/320/PB250009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;A &lt;/span&gt;minha vida estava se tornado uma eterna repetição de fatos absurdos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Fatos estes, que não irei repetir aqui, contando os detalhes pra vocês.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Já basta a minha consciência, (ou falta de), me martelando os pensamentos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Quero MUITO querer uma estrada com pista dupla, acostamento, asfalto zerado, guincho 24h gratuito e excelentes postos de gasolina. Só faço uma única exigência: nesta estrada não pode haver retornos. Quem foi, foi. Quem ficou...&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/11211424-113893926140425562?l=prozaicas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prozaicas.blogspot.com/feeds/113893926140425562/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11211424&amp;postID=113893926140425562&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11211424/posts/default/113893926140425562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11211424/posts/default/113893926140425562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prozaicas.blogspot.com/2006/02/retorno-no.html' title='Retorno, não!'/><author><name>Renata</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10582993393607872858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qp7DMFBAfxM/TH5bYVjWfHI/AAAAAAAAAbs/gFTdz5eWr_M/S220/Renata.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11211424.post-113893752074198238</id><published>2006-02-02T22:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-02T22:32:00.756-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Cowboy é prá macho</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Por que é que ainda me meto nesse tipo de situação?!...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- Uma dose dupla, por favor...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- On the rocks?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- ... e por que não?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- Eu ascendo pra Senhora!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- Eu mesma me acendo, obrigado...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11211424-113893752074198238?l=prozaicas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prozaicas.blogspot.com/feeds/113893752074198238/comments/default' title='Postar 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qp7DMFBAfxM/TH5bYVjWfHI/AAAAAAAAAbs/gFTdz5eWr_M/S220/Renata.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11211424.post-113889067249501470</id><published>2006-02-02T08:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-02T09:31:12.536-05:00</updated><title type='text'>É festa</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cadeiras (25)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mesas (3)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gelo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bolo da Miloca&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Churrasqueiro (Seu Japão)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Vinagrete&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Beringela&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bolo de sorvete&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Manga (15)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Abacaxi (5)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bexiga&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier 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new;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Vela&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11211424-113889067249501470?l=prozaicas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prozaicas.blogspot.com/feeds/113889067249501470/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11211424&amp;postID=113889067249501470&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11211424/posts/default/113889067249501470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11211424/posts/default/113889067249501470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prozaicas.blogspot.com/2006/02/festa.html' title='É festa'/><author><name>Renata</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10582993393607872858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qp7DMFBAfxM/TH5bYVjWfHI/AAAAAAAAAbs/gFTdz5eWr_M/S220/Renata.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11211424.post-113876642407095317</id><published>2006-01-31T22:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-31T23:00:24.090-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Quem ele pensa que é?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ele nem sabe quem eu sou e pensa que é meu dono&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ele nem sabe quanto riso dou e quer me fazer chorar&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ele nem me escuta, mas quer me fazer calar&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ele nem aparece, mas não desaparece&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ele nem aperta mais as minhas bochechas, mas continua a me pressionar&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Acredita no que vê, mas não vê aquilo que acredita&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A cada aproximação, nos separamos mais um pouco&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ele é pura razão, e eu sou emoção que morre um pouco... mais um pouco...pouco a pouco...&lt;/em&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/11211424-113876642407095317?l=prozaicas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prozaicas.blogspot.com/feeds/113876642407095317/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11211424&amp;postID=113876642407095317&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11211424/posts/default/113876642407095317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11211424/posts/default/113876642407095317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prozaicas.blogspot.com/2006/01/quem-ele-pensa-que.html' title='Quem ele pensa que é?'/><author><name>Renata</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10582993393607872858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qp7DMFBAfxM/TH5bYVjWfHI/AAAAAAAAAbs/gFTdz5eWr_M/S220/Renata.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11211424.post-113868879936713928</id><published>2006-01-31T00:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-31T01:26:39.390-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ô fulano...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hoje tive que madrugar, e só Deus sabe o que se passa nessa cabecinha complicada, quando ela não atinge o número de horas suficiente para 'acontecer' o tal descanço mental.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Trabalhei o dia todo e até perdi a fome. Agora entendo por quê que quando comentamos com "fulano", que ele está mais magro, este "fulano" responde: "Estou trabalhando demais!". Faz anos que aviso as pessoas que MUITO trabalho não é algo saudável ou positivo na vida de nenhum ser humano, mas ninguém parece dar ouvidos ao que falo. Depois estes mesmo 'surdos', saem a procura do primeiro Psicólogo, psiquiátra, curandeiro, pai de santo, astrólogo, numerólogo, feiticeiro, pajé, curandeiro e etc, etc, etc, que encontrar pelo caminho, a procura de uma pilula mágico, que os afaste de todo e qualquer mal...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ouvi tantos problemas ao longo do dia, mas nenhuma solução. Por exemplo, um "fulano" desempregado, chega até você e conta como tem sido muito difícil passar fome, ver os 7 (isso mesmo, nada mais, nada menos do que sete) filhos passando fome, mais a esposa, a sogra doente, o piriquito, o papagaio, o cão e o gato da família passando fome. Afirma que passar ou não na entrevista depende de Deus... Isso me mata! Tudo depende de nós. Acho ótimo que o ser humano tenha fé, mas se este mesmo 'ser', não tiver fé em si mesmo, de que valerá toda a fé do mundo depositada em um outro alguém?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Conheço muitos casais que depositam TUDO em seus parceiros, e ficam indignados no dia em que o fardo pesa. Hellowwwww! Se liga! A sua felicidade depende única e exclusivamente de VOCÊ e de mais ninguém, por isso, faça por onde para ser feliz, MUITO feliz...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11211424-113868879936713928?l=prozaicas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prozaicas.blogspot.com/feeds/113868879936713928/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11211424&amp;postID=113868879936713928&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11211424/posts/default/113868879936713928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11211424/posts/default/113868879936713928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prozaicas.blogspot.com/2006/01/fulano.html' title='Ô fulano...'/><author><name>Renata</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10582993393607872858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qp7DMFBAfxM/TH5bYVjWfHI/AAAAAAAAAbs/gFTdz5eWr_M/S220/Renata.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11211424.post-113842248312537804</id><published>2006-01-27T23:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-27T23:28:03.156-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Kiss</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"I Know it's only Rock n' Roll, but I like it..."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11211424-113842248312537804?l=prozaicas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prozaicas.blogspot.com/feeds/113842248312537804/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11211424&amp;postID=113842248312537804&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11211424/posts/default/113842248312537804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11211424/posts/default/113842248312537804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prozaicas.blogspot.com/2006/01/kiss.html' title='Kiss'/><author><name>Renata</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10582993393607872858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qp7DMFBAfxM/TH5bYVjWfHI/AAAAAAAAAbs/gFTdz5eWr_M/S220/Renata.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11211424.post-113842066479839043</id><published>2006-01-27T22:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-27T22:57:44.813-05:00</updated><title type='text'>"Fandangos"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tenho (o péssimo) hábito de dizer que todas as histórias, um dia chegam aos meus ouvidos. Realmente isso é um fato, só que agora percebo que algumas vezes (talvez na maioria das vezes), fico sabendo da verdade um pouco tarde...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Odeio me sentir mais um fandango no pacote extra large, master, blaster, etc, etc e etc...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:180%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Se é para ser um fandango, que eu pelo menos seja o maior do pacote, ou até mesmo o mais queimado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11211424-113842066479839043?l=prozaicas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prozaicas.blogspot.com/feeds/113842066479839043/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11211424&amp;postID=113842066479839043&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11211424/posts/default/113842066479839043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11211424/posts/default/113842066479839043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prozaicas.blogspot.com/2006/01/fandangos.html' title='&quot;Fandangos&quot;'/><author><name>Renata</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10582993393607872858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qp7DMFBAfxM/TH5bYVjWfHI/AAAAAAAAAbs/gFTdz5eWr_M/S220/Renata.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11211424.post-113807630303815903</id><published>2006-01-23T22:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-23T23:18:23.073-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Bate-papo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2570/900/1600/P1020276.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2570/900/400/P1020276.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Não existe coisa melhor do que longas conversas com os amigos. Faz quase um ano que mudei de cidade, e conseqüentemente me afastei dos meus amigos, por outro lado, conquistei novos e grandes amigos por aqui.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Com estes dias de calor intenso, nada melhor do que colocar cadeiras na porta de casa para bater-papo e ver a movimentação da rua. Também é maravilhoso ir à um bom boteco, assistir ao pôr do sol tomando a sua bebida predileta, ao lado de boas companhias, dar risadas descabidas, discutir amenidades, perder a noção do tempo, receber cantadas em guardanapos, cruzar olhares, cantar aquelas músicas que só o violeiro se lembra de tocar... Enfim, é primordial VIVER o verão!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11211424-113807630303815903?l=prozaicas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prozaicas.blogspot.com/feeds/113807630303815903/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11211424&amp;postID=113807630303815903&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11211424/posts/default/113807630303815903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11211424/posts/default/113807630303815903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prozaicas.blogspot.com/2006/01/bate-papo.html' title='Bate-papo'/><author><name>Renata</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10582993393607872858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qp7DMFBAfxM/TH5bYVjWfHI/AAAAAAAAAbs/gFTdz5eWr_M/S220/Renata.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11211424.post-113778406213798749</id><published>2006-01-20T13:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-20T14:07:42.153-05:00</updated><title type='text'>PaAssado</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Este acabou sendo o fim de ano mais rápido de todos os tempos... Quando eu era criança, acreditava que a semana entre o natal e o reveillon não pertencia a ano nenhum. Era como se o calendário tirasse férias por uma semana. Mais tarde, quando descobri a verdade, continuei preferindo a minha versão de vida. Já estamos à poucos dias, de tantos outros dias, que quando nos damos conta, estes dias que estavam por vir, já se passaram e nós nem percebemos.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Onde quero chegar com essa conversa mole?! Em lugar nenhum. Só quero me conformar que mais um ano se passou, e meu aniversário se aproxima mais uma vez. E mais uma vez não consigo fugir do meu 'inferno astral'...&lt;/em&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/11211424-113778406213798749?l=prozaicas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prozaicas.blogspot.com/feeds/113778406213798749/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11211424&amp;postID=113778406213798749&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11211424/posts/default/113778406213798749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11211424/posts/default/113778406213798749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prozaicas.blogspot.com/2006/01/paassado.html' title='PaAssado'/><author><name>Renata</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10582993393607872858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qp7DMFBAfxM/TH5bYVjWfHI/AAAAAAAAAbs/gFTdz5eWr_M/S220/Renata.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11211424.post-113648626425528249</id><published>2006-01-05T13:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-05T13:39:24.893-05:00</updated><title type='text'>E la nave va...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Voltei! Renovada. Animada. Jovial. Experiente. Inteira. Sem picadas. Sem pedaços. Pele linda. Bronzeada. Queimada. Cabelo queimado. Tudo ótimo. Deixei amigos. Saudades que trouxe. Saudades que ficou. Lugares lindos. Areia limpa. Casa acolhedora. Ótimas companhias. MUITAS risadas. Pulei as sete ondas. Comi camarão. Água de côco. Vodka com gelo. Com coca. Com maracujá. Com kiwi. Com morango. Com ameixa (é a melhor). Dias de sol. Dias de chuva. Jantar nos amigos. Havaianas no pé o dia todo. MUITAS fotos. Baralho. Queima de fogos. Muitos desejos. Muitos pedidos. Nada de promessas... E assim, mais um ano se inicia. As apostas foram encerradas, que lancem os dados!...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11211424-113648626425528249?l=prozaicas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prozaicas.blogspot.com/feeds/113648626425528249/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11211424&amp;postID=113648626425528249&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11211424/posts/default/113648626425528249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11211424/posts/default/113648626425528249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prozaicas.blogspot.com/2006/01/e-la-nave-va.html' title='E la nave va...'/><author><name>Renata</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10582993393607872858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qp7DMFBAfxM/TH5bYVjWfHI/AAAAAAAAAbs/gFTdz5eWr_M/S220/Renata.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11211424.post-113527672790307260</id><published>2005-12-22T11:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-22T13:38:47.940-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Passe a régua!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;O fim do ano chega e com ele vem o meu esgotamento. Poderia escrever sobre milhões de assuntos, mas estou esgotada. Poderia escrever sobre o papai-noel, o espírito natalino e o novo ano, mas continuo esgotada. Também não acredito que teria opiniões tão relevantes assim, aliás tenho achado tudo uma bobagem tão grande, que é melhor ficar quietinha.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dias atrás passei pelo meu 'inferno astral'. Acredito que tenha sido isso, pois eu andava tão amarga e sarcástica que eu mesma decidi terminar o ano com um pouco mais de doçura e leveza... Por isso, aceitei o tal convite e vou para praia, ver se um banho de mar, uns 25 litros de água de côco, uns dias sem celular, longe de tudo o que me é obviu, tomando muito sol na cabeça e gastando todas as energias, me ajudem na construção de um 'ser' humano um pouquinho melhor... Como já dizia Rita Lee um "dolce far niente" sem culpa nenhuma, poderá dar um impulso superpositivo neste novo ano que tanto promete?!... Aguardem notícias do próximo capítulo.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11211424-113527672790307260?l=prozaicas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prozaicas.blogspot.com/feeds/113527672790307260/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11211424&amp;postID=113527672790307260&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11211424/posts/default/113527672790307260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11211424/posts/default/113527672790307260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prozaicas.blogspot.com/2005/12/passe-rgua.html' title='Passe a régua!'/><author><name>Renata</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10582993393607872858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qp7DMFBAfxM/TH5bYVjWfHI/AAAAAAAAAbs/gFTdz5eWr_M/S220/Renata.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11211424.post-113390781345714367</id><published>2005-12-06T13:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-06T17:23:33.520-05:00</updated><title type='text'>P.F.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2570/900/1600/Pc030044.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2570/900/200/Pc030044.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;Hoje fui almoçar com uma amiga e uma borboleta pousou em meu braço. Como tenho pavor dos bichos que voam (pura inveja), eu a espantei... Fiquei sabendo que as borboletas, quando próximas, significam surpresa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;Assunto, ou melhor, prato do dia: traição entre amigos. Um &lt;strong&gt;cara(-de-pau, ao molho madeira)&lt;/strong&gt; e duas amigas. Este tipo de situação, como costumo dizer já é um Clássico. Vai ver que é por isso que eu tive indigestão..., infelizmente não acredito que nenhum sal de fruta vai resolver esse dilema.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;Conheço de perto, os três envolvidos nesta situação. Tenho tentado me manter afastada, mas se fosse comigo a trairagem, ia ter 'morte na escadaria', como diz uma grande amiga.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;É incrível como as pessoas perdem o prumo, o pudor e a moral por coisas tão banais... Tô bege. Tanto homem prá se beijar, e tem mulher (Inimiga criada em cativeiro= amiga sacana) que quer beijar o 'caso' da amiga...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;Hoje estou sem criatividade, chateada, descrente, despenteada(literalmente), de pijama, sem vontade de nada e prefiro parar por aqui. &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/11211424-113390781345714367?l=prozaicas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prozaicas.blogspot.com/feeds/113390781345714367/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11211424&amp;postID=113390781345714367&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11211424/posts/default/113390781345714367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11211424/posts/default/113390781345714367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prozaicas.blogspot.com/2005/12/pf.html' title='P.F.'/><author><name>Renata</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10582993393607872858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qp7DMFBAfxM/TH5bYVjWfHI/AAAAAAAAAbs/gFTdz5eWr_M/S220/Renata.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11211424.post-113355555087831562</id><published>2005-12-02T14:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-02T15:32:30.930-05:00</updated><title type='text'>ABSOLUT</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2570/900/1600/Pc020023.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2570/900/320/Pc020023.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;...Na volta do banheiro: &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Encostei no balcão, a procura do meu cigarro, que estava dentro da minha bolsa. Que estava dentro da bolsa de uma amiga, (juro que é verdade!). Quando enfim consigo achar o meu cigarro, não consigo encontrar o isqueiro. Tento encontrar algum fumante nas proximidades, mas meus olhos param diante do que vêem. É o M., depois de exatos 85 dias, sem ter qualquer notícia dele, nos cruzamos na balada. Balada esta que eu não tinha a menor intenção de ir. Na verdade, fui quase arrastada pelos amigos..., mas fui. Não só fui como encontrei o M. por lá. Tentei disfarçar a minha cara de 'pirulito', mas acho que não me saí muito bem nesta empreitada. Conversamos amenidades. Tentei ser o mais breve possível. Tentei não criar polêmicas. Tentei fazer com que ele não percebesse que eu estava um pouco 'alta'. Tentei não tentar mais nada e acho que enfim consegui. Ele se despediu sem que eu tivesse a oportunidade de ouvir uma só palavra do que ele me disse.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Moral da história: A minha melhor amiga continua sendo a vodka!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Obs: Não entendeu a moral da história? A minha vodka me entende.&lt;/em&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/11211424-113355555087831562?l=prozaicas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prozaicas.blogspot.com/feeds/113355555087831562/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11211424&amp;postID=113355555087831562&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11211424/posts/default/113355555087831562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11211424/posts/default/113355555087831562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prozaicas.blogspot.com/2005/12/absolut.html' title='ABSOLUT'/><author><name>Renata</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10582993393607872858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qp7DMFBAfxM/TH5bYVjWfHI/AAAAAAAAAbs/gFTdz5eWr_M/S220/Renata.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11211424.post-113346544456748194</id><published>2005-12-01T13:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-01T14:38:53.866-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Tudo de novo...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2570/900/1600/Pb300073.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2570/900/320/Pb300073.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;Segunda, teve um choppinho prá ajudar a começar a semana.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;"&gt;Terça, teve sinuca com muito rum, pois o sábado estava longe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;"&gt;Quarta, teve vodka, pois o meio da semana é foda.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;"&gt;Quinta, está só começando, mas os convites estão bombando. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;"&gt;Hoje começa o 'esquenta', que como podemos notar, não esfria nunca. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;"&gt;Espero ter fígado até domingo à noite, que é quando nos reunímos para passar o final de semana à limpo e marcar um encontro prá segunda e começar tudo de novo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11211424-113346544456748194?l=prozaicas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prozaicas.blogspot.com/feeds/113346544456748194/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11211424&amp;postID=113346544456748194&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11211424/posts/default/113346544456748194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11211424/posts/default/113346544456748194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prozaicas.blogspot.com/2005/12/tudo-de-novo.html' title='Tudo de novo...'/><author><name>Renata</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10582993393607872858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qp7DMFBAfxM/TH5bYVjWfHI/AAAAAAAAAbs/gFTdz5eWr_M/S220/Renata.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11211424.post-113328538691102810</id><published>2005-11-29T12:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-29T12:29:46.926-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Revisão do fds</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2570/900/1600/Pb260024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2570/900/320/Pb260024.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mais um fim de semana daqueles...&lt;br /&gt;Daqueles onde se bebe MUITO. Fala-se demais. Paquera a própria sombra.&lt;br /&gt;Daqueles que tropeçamos nos outros, nas mesas, em nós mesmos.&lt;br /&gt;Daqueles em que somos difíceis com quem deveríamos ser fáceis.&lt;br /&gt;Daqueles em que nos tornamos extremamente sincera com os amigos e conhecidos.&lt;br /&gt;Daqueles onde perdemos a chave...&lt;br /&gt;Enfim, mais um fim de semana...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11211424-113328538691102810?l=prozaicas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prozaicas.blogspot.com/feeds/113328538691102810/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11211424&amp;postID=113328538691102810&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11211424/posts/default/113328538691102810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11211424/posts/default/113328538691102810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prozaicas.blogspot.com/2005/11/reviso-do-fds.html' title='Revisão do fds'/><author><name>Renata</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10582993393607872858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qp7DMFBAfxM/TH5bYVjWfHI/AAAAAAAAAbs/gFTdz5eWr_M/S220/Renata.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11211424.post-113293926997987346</id><published>2005-11-25T10:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-01T15:15:05.090-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Mais uma história de amor...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ele calça jeans&lt;br /&gt;Ela camiseta branca&lt;br /&gt;Ele de tênis &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2570/900/1600/Pb190041.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" height="167" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2570/900/200/Pb190041.jpg" width="200" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ela de salto&lt;br /&gt;Ele de carro&lt;br /&gt;Ela de carona&lt;br /&gt;Ele quer beijo&lt;br /&gt;Ela quer papo&lt;br /&gt;Ele escolhe o vinho&lt;br /&gt;Ela &lt;em&gt;precisa&lt;/em&gt; de uma vodka&lt;br /&gt;Ele conta vantagens&lt;br /&gt;Ela conta mentiras&lt;br /&gt;Ele insiste em pressioná-la&lt;br /&gt;Ela insisti em beber&lt;br /&gt;Ele atende o celular&lt;br /&gt;Ela acende um cigarro&lt;br /&gt;Ele pensa: Está com ciúmes!&lt;br /&gt;Ela pensa: Estou com sono!&lt;br /&gt;Ele paga a conta.&lt;br /&gt;Ela paga os pecados.&lt;br /&gt;Ele quer 'esticar' a noite&lt;br /&gt;Ela quer encurtar a conversa&lt;br /&gt;Ele tenta ganhar a discussão com um sorriso&lt;br /&gt;Ela ganha com uma única lágrima&lt;br /&gt;Ele pára o carro&lt;br /&gt;Ela pára o choro&lt;br /&gt;Ele fala do quanto ela é egoísta&lt;br /&gt;Ela &lt;em&gt;prova&lt;/em&gt; o quanto ele é egoísta&lt;br /&gt;Ele ameaça ir embora&lt;br /&gt;Ela afirma que não volta mais...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&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/11211424-113293926997987346?l=prozaicas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prozaicas.blogspot.com/feeds/113293926997987346/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11211424&amp;postID=113293926997987346&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11211424/posts/default/113293926997987346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11211424/posts/default/113293926997987346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prozaicas.blogspot.com/2005/11/mais-uma-histria-de-amor.html' title='Mais uma história de amor...'/><author><name>Renata</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10582993393607872858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qp7DMFBAfxM/TH5bYVjWfHI/AAAAAAAAAbs/gFTdz5eWr_M/S220/Renata.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11211424.post-113284373924312192</id><published>2005-11-24T09:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-24T09:48:59.263-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Super heróis</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2570/900/1600/Pb180025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2570/900/400/Pb180025.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Queridos, essa é prá vocês. Já estou morrendo de saudades...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Marquito, quem é o nosso super &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;herói? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;OBS: O Bege é o único, que neste caso específico, não participa da resposta. Rsrsrs...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11211424-113284373924312192?l=prozaicas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prozaicas.blogspot.com/feeds/113284373924312192/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11211424&amp;postID=113284373924312192&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11211424/posts/default/113284373924312192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11211424/posts/default/113284373924312192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prozaicas.blogspot.com/2005/11/super-heris.html' title='Super heróis'/><author><name>Renata</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10582993393607872858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qp7DMFBAfxM/TH5bYVjWfHI/AAAAAAAAAbs/gFTdz5eWr_M/S220/Renata.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11211424.post-113284274320913245</id><published>2005-11-24T09:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-24T09:32:23.226-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Música que se vê</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2570/900/1600/Pb140058.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2570/900/400/Pb140058.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; "&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;Pela janela vejo fumaça, vejo pessoas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;Na rua os carros, o céu, o sol e a chuva&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;O telefone tocou, na mente fantasia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;Você me ligou naquela tarde vazia, e me valeu o dia..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;IRA&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11211424-113284274320913245?l=prozaicas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prozaicas.blogspot.com/feeds/113284274320913245/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11211424&amp;postID=113284274320913245&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11211424/posts/default/113284274320913245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11211424/posts/default/113284274320913245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prozaicas.blogspot.com/2005/11/msica-que-se-v.html' title='Música que se vê'/><author><name>Renata</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10582993393607872858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qp7DMFBAfxM/TH5bYVjWfHI/AAAAAAAAAbs/gFTdz5eWr_M/S220/Renata.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11211424.post-113079085748744503</id><published>2005-10-31T15:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-31T15:34:17.503-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ser-ia?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Está tudo de ponta-cabeça. Tudo quase sem sentido. Não consigo compreender o que se passa. Por isso preferiria um 'fast food' qualquer. Deveriam inventar um amor desse tipo. Cansei das coisas complicadas. Cansei de jogar conversa fora com cada 'cafa' que conheço. Quero não querer mais nada. Quero me conformar que as coisas são do jeito que são... Mas se tudo fosse assim, aí não seria mais EU.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11211424-113079085748744503?l=prozaicas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prozaicas.blogspot.com/feeds/113079085748744503/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11211424&amp;postID=113079085748744503&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11211424/posts/default/113079085748744503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11211424/posts/default/113079085748744503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prozaicas.blogspot.com/2005/10/ser-ia.html' title='Ser-ia?'/><author><name>Renata</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10582993393607872858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qp7DMFBAfxM/TH5bYVjWfHI/AAAAAAAAAbs/gFTdz5eWr_M/S220/Renata.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11211424.post-112854850406666066</id><published>2005-10-05T15:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-05T16:44:56.376-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Anota aí!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Preciso me recolher, me&lt;br /&gt;encolher, antes que alguém me engula. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Queria querer você,&lt;br /&gt;mesmo sem saber se quero coisa alguma.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Se um dia eu vier a&lt;br /&gt;saber, que um dia amei você, tomara que você suma.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pois não sei conviver,&lt;br /&gt;nem sobreviver com ausência de culpa...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11211424-112854850406666066?l=prozaicas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prozaicas.blogspot.com/feeds/112854850406666066/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11211424&amp;postID=112854850406666066&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11211424/posts/default/112854850406666066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11211424/posts/default/112854850406666066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prozaicas.blogspot.com/2005/10/anota.html' title='Anota aí!'/><author><name>Renata</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10582993393607872858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qp7DMFBAfxM/TH5bYVjWfHI/AAAAAAAAAbs/gFTdz5eWr_M/S220/Renata.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11211424.post-112794676674053544</id><published>2005-09-28T16:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-28T17:32:46.750-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Rê-gressão</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Quero a minha infãncia de volta, cansei de ser 'boa moça', de chegar no horário, de ganhar dinheiro e liberdade (exatamente nesta ordem), cansei de ter conta no banco, cartas no meu nome, meu próprio carro. Não quero mais me preocupar com o tempo que voa, os ex-namorados, os pés de galinha, os meus quilos a mais, a eterna dieta, a conta de telefone, as calorias ingeridas, as cervejas que tomei, as que não tomei, as que poderia ter tomado. Cansei de ter que tomar decisões ponderadas. Quero de volta os meus 4 meses de férias anuais. Quero dormir na casa das amigas. Vestidos de bolinhas. Maria-chiquinha. Maria-mole. Pé-de-moleque. Quero assistir TV a tarde inteira. Chorar para ir deitar mais tarde. Chorar para não tomar banho. Chorar para ganhar roupa nova. Chorar para não ir na escola. Reclamar o valor da minha mesada. Andar de bicicleta (com rodinhas). Brigar pelo controle remoto, para sentar no banco da frente, para ficar até mais tarde nos bailinhos... Será que estou pedindo demais?! Cansei de ser uma mulher adulta. Quero todos os meus brinquedos de volta!&lt;/em&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/11211424-112794676674053544?l=prozaicas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prozaicas.blogspot.com/feeds/112794676674053544/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11211424&amp;postID=112794676674053544&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11211424/posts/default/112794676674053544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11211424/posts/default/112794676674053544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prozaicas.blogspot.com/2005/09/r-gresso.html' title='Rê-gressão'/><author><name>Renata</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10582993393607872858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qp7DMFBAfxM/TH5bYVjWfHI/AAAAAAAAAbs/gFTdz5eWr_M/S220/Renata.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
