<?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'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5377247419562965316</id><updated>2009-11-11T03:34:47.690-02:00</updated><title type='text'>W a i t i n g ...</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minhaespera.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5377247419562965316/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minhaespera.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5377247419562965316/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25'/><author><name>Lucy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>414</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5377247419562965316.post-5819050009993246618</id><published>2009-08-05T16:14:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-08-05T16:17:32.086-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Silêncio absoluto&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5377247419562965316-5819050009993246618?l=minhaespera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minhaespera.blogspot.com/feeds/5819050009993246618/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5377247419562965316&amp;postID=5819050009993246618' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5377247419562965316/posts/default/5819050009993246618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5377247419562965316/posts/default/5819050009993246618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minhaespera.blogspot.com/2009/08/silencio-absoluto.html' title=''/><author><name>Lucy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08158565794060681497'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5377247419562965316.post-3902512014616089217</id><published>2009-07-21T21:26:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T21:36:36.476-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GmcYFFRfh4w/SmZfAgEd6MI/AAAAAAAABGQ/sUMnNC-zGJ8/s1600-h/1308496.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 234px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GmcYFFRfh4w/SmZfAgEd6MI/AAAAAAAABGQ/sUMnNC-zGJ8/s320/1308496.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361076868644464834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ninguém vê&lt;br /&gt;O que vejo&lt;br /&gt;Faz&lt;br /&gt;O que faço&lt;br /&gt;Sente&lt;br /&gt;O que sinto&lt;br /&gt;Sou eu&lt;br /&gt;De pedaço&lt;br /&gt;Em pedaço.&lt;br /&gt;Ninguém sente&lt;br /&gt;A pele que visto&lt;br /&gt;Por isso&lt;br /&gt;Eu sou eu&lt;br /&gt;E apenas eu&lt;br /&gt;Desde que existo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sérgio Capparelli&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5377247419562965316-3902512014616089217?l=minhaespera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minhaespera.blogspot.com/feeds/3902512014616089217/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5377247419562965316&amp;postID=3902512014616089217' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5377247419562965316/posts/default/3902512014616089217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5377247419562965316/posts/default/3902512014616089217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minhaespera.blogspot.com/2009/07/ninguem-ve-o-que-vejo-faz-o-que-faco.html' title=''/><author><name>Lucy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08158565794060681497'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GmcYFFRfh4w/SmZfAgEd6MI/AAAAAAAABGQ/sUMnNC-zGJ8/s72-c/1308496.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5377247419562965316.post-7284930236093391387</id><published>2009-07-21T21:17:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T21:25:41.792-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>As coisas mudam...&lt;br /&gt;vc pode ir dormir bem num dia e no outro acordar doente.&lt;br /&gt;pode ir dormir apaixonada e acordar sem querer mais nada.&lt;br /&gt;Pode ir dormir, e não acordar mais...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5377247419562965316-7284930236093391387?l=minhaespera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minhaespera.blogspot.com/feeds/7284930236093391387/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5377247419562965316&amp;postID=7284930236093391387' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5377247419562965316/posts/default/7284930236093391387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5377247419562965316/posts/default/7284930236093391387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minhaespera.blogspot.com/2009/07/as-coisas-mudam.html' title=''/><author><name>Lucy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08158565794060681497'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5377247419562965316.post-2680985334653134188</id><published>2009-03-08T14:51:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T14:52:39.742-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Sábio Arnaldo!!!...como sempre!!</title><content type='html'>O mundo sem mulheres! (Arnaldo Jabor) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; O cara faz um esforço desgraçado para ficar rico pra quê? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  O sujeito quer ficar famoso pra quê? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  O indivíduo malha, faz exercícios pra quê? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  A verdade é que é a mulher o objetivo do homem. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Tudo que eu quis dizer é que o homem vive em função da mulher. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Vivem e pensam em mulher o dia inteiro, a vida inteira. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Se a mulher não existisse, o mundo não teria ido pra frente. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Homem algum iria fazer alguma coisa na vida para impressionar outro homem, para conquistar sujeito igual a ele, de bigode e tudo. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Um mundo só de homens seria o grande erro da criação. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Já dizia a velha frase que 'atrás de todo homem bem-sucedido existe uma grande mulher'. &lt;br /&gt;  O dito está envelhecido. Hoje eu diria que 'na frente de todo homem bem-sucedido existe uma grande mulher'. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  É você, mulher, quem impulsiona o mundo. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  É você quem tem o poder, e não o homem. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; É você quem decide a compra do apartamento, a cor do carro, o filme a ser visto, o local das férias. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Bendita a hora em que você saiu da cozinha e, bem-sucedida, ficou na frente de todos os homens. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  E, se você que está lendo isto aqui for um homem, tente imaginar a sua vida sem nenhuma mulher. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Aí na sua casa, onde você trabalha, na rua. Só homens. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Já pensou? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Um casamento sem noiva? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Um mundo sem sogras? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Enfim, um mundo sem metas. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  ALGUNS MOTIVOS PELOS QUAIS OS HOMENS GOSTAM TANTO DE MULHERES: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  1- O cheirinho delas é sempre gostoso, mesmo que seja só xampu. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  2- O jeitinho que elas têm de sempre encontrar o lugarzinho certo em nosso ombro, nosso peito. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  3- A facilidade com a qual cabem em nossos braços &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  4- O jeito que tem de nos beijar e, de repente, fazer o mundo ficar &lt;br /&gt;  perfeito. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  5- Como são encantadoras quando comem. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  6- Elas levam horas para se vestir, mas no final vale a pena. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  7- Porque estão sempre quentinhas, mesmo que esteja fazendo trinta graus abaixo de zero lá fora &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  8- Como sempre ficam bonitas, mesmo de jeans com camiseta e &lt;br /&gt;  rabo-de-cavalo. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  9- Aquele jeitinho sutil de pedir um elogio. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  10- O modo que tem de sempre encontrar a nossa mão. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  11- O brilho nos olhos quando sorriem. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  12- O jeito que tem de dizer 'Não vamos brigar mais, não..' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  13- A ternura com que nos beijam quando lhes fazemos uma delicadeza. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  14- O modo de nos beijarem quando dizemos 'eu te amo'. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  15- Pensando bem, só o modo de nos beijarem já basta. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  16- O modo que têm de se atirar em nossos braços quando choram. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  17- O fato de nos darem um tapa achando que vai doer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  18- O jeitinho de dizerem 'estou com saudades'. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  19- As saudades que sentimos delas. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  20- A maneira que suas lágrimas tem de nos fazer querer mudar o mundo para que mais nada lhes cause dor.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5377247419562965316-2680985334653134188?l=minhaespera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minhaespera.blogspot.com/feeds/2680985334653134188/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5377247419562965316&amp;postID=2680985334653134188' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5377247419562965316/posts/default/2680985334653134188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5377247419562965316/posts/default/2680985334653134188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minhaespera.blogspot.com/2009/03/sabio-arnaldocomo-sempre.html' title='Sábio Arnaldo!!!...como sempre!!'/><author><name>Lucy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08158565794060681497'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5377247419562965316.post-3795253094583578295</id><published>2009-02-02T17:36:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T17:36:22.383-02:00</updated><title type='text'>hehehe...!</title><content type='html'>Três amigas, uma noiva, uma casada e uma amante decidiram fazer uma brincadeira: seduzir seus homens usando uma capa, corpete de couro, máscara nos olhos e botas de cano alto, para depois dividir a experiência entre elas. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  No dia seguinte, a noiva iniciou a conversa: &lt;br /&gt;- Quando meu namorado me viu usando o corpete de couro, botas com 12 cm de salto e máscara sobre os olhos, me olhou intensamente e disse: 'Você é a mulher da minha vida, eu te amo'. Fizemos amor apaixonadamente. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A amante contou a sua versão: &lt;br /&gt;- Encontrei meu amante no escritório, com o equipamento completo! Quando abri a capa, ele não disse nada, me agarrou e fizemos amor a noite toda, na mesa, no chão, de pé, na janela, até no hall do elevador! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aí a casada contou sua história: &lt;br /&gt;- Mandei as crianças para a casa da minha mãe, dei folga pra empregada, fiz depilação completa, as unhas, escova, passei creme no corpo inteiro, perfume em lugares estratégicos e caprichei: capa preta, corpete de couro, botas com salto de 15 cm , máscara sobre os olhos e um batom vermelho que nunca tinha usado. &lt;br /&gt;Pra incrementar, comprei uma calcinha de lycra preta com um lacinho de cetim no ponto G. Apaguei todas as luzes da casa e deixei só velas iluminando o ambiente. Meu marido chegou, me olhou de cima abaixo e disse: &lt;br /&gt;- Fala aí, Batman, cadê a janta?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5377247419562965316-3795253094583578295?l=minhaespera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minhaespera.blogspot.com/feeds/3795253094583578295/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5377247419562965316&amp;postID=3795253094583578295' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5377247419562965316/posts/default/3795253094583578295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5377247419562965316/posts/default/3795253094583578295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minhaespera.blogspot.com/2009/02/hehehe.html' title='hehehe...!'/><author><name>Lucy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08158565794060681497'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5377247419562965316.post-2931468893410013578</id><published>2009-01-28T13:23:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T13:44:52.934-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GmcYFFRfh4w/SYB9Zy0AphI/AAAAAAAABFs/leXmhd1kcx8/s1600-h/Marta-Glinska.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 217px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GmcYFFRfh4w/SYB9Zy0AphI/AAAAAAAABFs/leXmhd1kcx8/s320/Marta-Glinska.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296371043877824018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"A existência é um trajeto temporal; no caminho, os anos vão nos fazendo e também desfazendo.&lt;br /&gt;Talvez seja essa uma das perguntas fundamentais da vida: o que eu serei amanhã, o que terei feito de mim?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Histórias de Mulheres - Rosa Montero)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                          Descobri que tenho vácuos.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5377247419562965316-2931468893410013578?l=minhaespera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minhaespera.blogspot.com/feeds/2931468893410013578/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5377247419562965316&amp;postID=2931468893410013578' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5377247419562965316/posts/default/2931468893410013578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5377247419562965316/posts/default/2931468893410013578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minhaespera.blogspot.com/2009/01/descobri-que-tenho-vacuos.html' title=''/><author><name>Lucy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08158565794060681497'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GmcYFFRfh4w/SYB9Zy0AphI/AAAAAAAABFs/leXmhd1kcx8/s72-c/Marta-Glinska.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5377247419562965316.post-3331518214034640123</id><published>2009-01-27T23:36:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T13:37:47.320-02:00</updated><title type='text'>voa comigo...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GmcYFFRfh4w/SYB7j8XR5TI/AAAAAAAABFk/vTAAhxK7jKk/s1600-h/voando.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 295px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GmcYFFRfh4w/SYB7j8XR5TI/AAAAAAAABFk/vTAAhxK7jKk/s320/voando.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296369019217110322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5377247419562965316-3331518214034640123?l=minhaespera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minhaespera.blogspot.com/feeds/3331518214034640123/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5377247419562965316&amp;postID=3331518214034640123' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5377247419562965316/posts/default/3331518214034640123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5377247419562965316/posts/default/3331518214034640123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minhaespera.blogspot.com/2009/01/voa-comigo.html' title='voa comigo...'/><author><name>Lucy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08158565794060681497'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GmcYFFRfh4w/SYB7j8XR5TI/AAAAAAAABFk/vTAAhxK7jKk/s72-c/voando.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5377247419562965316.post-7254223076338063306</id><published>2009-01-27T22:59:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T23:17:32.701-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Era uma vez um jardineiro. Sem sorte, coitado.&lt;br /&gt;Plantou rosas, nasceu espinheira. No lugar de jasmim, veio hera rasteira.&lt;br /&gt;No canteiro de petúnia, brotou urtigão. Semeou artemísia, colheu estragão.&lt;br /&gt;Enterrou azaléia, nasceu carapinha. Cultivou margarida, surgiu erva-daninha.&lt;br /&gt;Rendeu-se.No jardim de seu verde abandono vieram as lagartas, roeram tudo o que podiam, depois sumiram.&lt;br /&gt;O tempo exato passou e no silêncio de uma noite explodiram casulos dourados. O jardim foi tomado de borboletas, pequeninas e feiticeiras.&lt;br /&gt;O sol nascia quando ele viu tantas cores, tantos vôos lépidos. No peito uma flor se abriu, uma flor sem nome, de cor viva e cheiro doce.&lt;br /&gt;Foi daí que o milagre se deu: em cada cantinho de terra brotou amor-perfeito...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5377247419562965316-7254223076338063306?l=minhaespera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minhaespera.blogspot.com/feeds/7254223076338063306/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5377247419562965316&amp;postID=7254223076338063306' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5377247419562965316/posts/default/7254223076338063306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5377247419562965316/posts/default/7254223076338063306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minhaespera.blogspot.com/2009/01/era-uma-vez-um-jardineiro.html' title=''/><author><name>Lucy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08158565794060681497'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5377247419562965316.post-2937874253319550986</id><published>2008-11-01T21:39:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T21:48:16.226-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Viver é a coisa mais rara do mundo. A maioria das pessoas apenas existe.&lt;br /&gt;Oscar Wilde&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5377247419562965316-2937874253319550986?l=minhaespera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minhaespera.blogspot.com/feeds/2937874253319550986/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5377247419562965316&amp;postID=2937874253319550986' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5377247419562965316/posts/default/2937874253319550986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5377247419562965316/posts/default/2937874253319550986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minhaespera.blogspot.com/2008/11/viver-coisa-mais-rara-do-mundo.html' title=''/><author><name>Lucy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08158565794060681497'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5377247419562965316.post-3330891920562855340</id><published>2008-10-29T23:10:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T21:55:50.074-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pra hj'/><title type='text'>e assim...</title><content type='html'>E assim, depois de muito esperar, num dia como outro qualquer, decidi triunfar...&lt;br /&gt;Decidi não esperar as oportunidades e sim, eu mesmo buscá-las.&lt;br /&gt;Decidi ver cada problema como uma oportunidade de encontrar uma solução.&lt;br /&gt;Decidi ver cada deserto como uma possibilidade de encontrar um oásis.&lt;br /&gt;Decidi ver cada noite como um mistério a resolver.&lt;br /&gt;Decidi ver cada dia como uma nova oportunidade de ser feliz.&lt;br /&gt;Naquele dia descobri que meu único rival não era mais que minhas próprias limitações e que enfrentá-las era a única e melhor forma de as superar.&lt;br /&gt;Naquele dia, descobri que eu não era o melhor e que talvez eu nunca tivesse sido.&lt;br /&gt;Deixei de me importar com quem ganha ou perde.&lt;br /&gt;Agora me importa simplesmente saber melhor o que fazer.&lt;br /&gt;Aprendi que o difícil não é chegar lá em cima, e sim deixar de subir.&lt;br /&gt;Aprendi que o melhor triunfo é poder chamar alguém de"amigo".&lt;br /&gt;Descobri que o amor é mais que um simples estado de enamoramento, "o amor é uma filosofia de vida". &lt;br /&gt;Naquele dia, deixei de ser um reflexo dos meus escassos triunfos passados e passei a ser uma tênue luz no presente. &lt;br /&gt;Aprendi que de nada serve ser luz se não iluminar o caminho dos demais.&lt;br /&gt;Naquele dia, decidi trocar tantas coisas...&lt;br /&gt;Naquele dia, aprendi que os sonhos existem para tornar-se realidade.&lt;br /&gt;E desde aquele dia já não durmo para descansar... simplesmente durmo para sonhar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walt Disney&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5377247419562965316-3330891920562855340?l=minhaespera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minhaespera.blogspot.com/feeds/3330891920562855340/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5377247419562965316&amp;postID=3330891920562855340' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5377247419562965316/posts/default/3330891920562855340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5377247419562965316/posts/default/3330891920562855340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minhaespera.blogspot.com/2008/10/blog-post_29.html' title='e assim...'/><author><name>Lucy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08158565794060681497'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5377247419562965316.post-750303954865539499</id><published>2008-10-26T15:17:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T15:19:06.609-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"O vento que trás amor, não vejo a hora de você chegar..."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5377247419562965316-750303954865539499?l=minhaespera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minhaespera.blogspot.com/feeds/750303954865539499/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5377247419562965316&amp;postID=750303954865539499' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5377247419562965316/posts/default/750303954865539499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5377247419562965316/posts/default/750303954865539499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minhaespera.blogspot.com/2008/10/o-vento-que-trs-amor-no-vejo-hora-de.html' title=''/><author><name>Lucy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08158565794060681497'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5377247419562965316.post-497704648212629354</id><published>2008-10-26T03:19:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T15:23:02.686-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>O cansaço acumulado levou-me à cama às 02.15 horas de ontem.&lt;br /&gt;Mas às 03.42 horas a insónia instalou-se entre os lençóis e nem o mí­tico copo de leite morno a debelou.&lt;br /&gt;Fica para o próximo domingo o exorcismo do cansaço&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5377247419562965316-497704648212629354?l=minhaespera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minhaespera.blogspot.com/feeds/497704648212629354/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5377247419562965316&amp;postID=497704648212629354' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5377247419562965316/posts/default/497704648212629354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5377247419562965316/posts/default/497704648212629354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minhaespera.blogspot.com/2008/10/o-cansao-acumulado-levou-me-cama-s-02.html' title=''/><author><name>Lucy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08158565794060681497'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5377247419562965316.post-4572091239989721436</id><published>2008-10-25T17:34:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2008-10-25T17:42:32.464-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GmcYFFRfh4w/SQN2lmkC3QI/AAAAAAAABEM/_RWFGs5NfPM/s1600-h/1109725618m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 250px; height: 244px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GmcYFFRfh4w/SQN2lmkC3QI/AAAAAAAABEM/_RWFGs5NfPM/s400/1109725618m.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261179178077838594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estilhaço &lt;br /&gt;Deixo-me partir feito vidro &lt;br /&gt;pela pedra &lt;br /&gt;beijado &lt;br /&gt;fragmentado &lt;br /&gt;Vejo-me de mil formas&lt;br /&gt; milhares de formas de ser eu mesmo &lt;br /&gt;Estilhaço-me &lt;br /&gt;na busca da compreensão &lt;br /&gt;que traduza &lt;br /&gt;o meu inverno&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5377247419562965316-4572091239989721436?l=minhaespera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minhaespera.blogspot.com/feeds/4572091239989721436/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5377247419562965316&amp;postID=4572091239989721436' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5377247419562965316/posts/default/4572091239989721436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5377247419562965316/posts/default/4572091239989721436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minhaespera.blogspot.com/2008/10/estilhao-deixo-me-partir-feito-vidro.html' title=''/><author><name>Lucy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08158565794060681497'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GmcYFFRfh4w/SQN2lmkC3QI/AAAAAAAABEM/_RWFGs5NfPM/s72-c/1109725618m.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5377247419562965316.post-1002925059429443425</id><published>2008-10-25T17:01:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2008-10-25T17:03:26.258-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Vida Moderna</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GmcYFFRfh4w/SQNtRJ3DulI/AAAAAAAABDs/6XKlJzhHMZ8/s1600-h/sem+tempo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 338px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GmcYFFRfh4w/SQNtRJ3DulI/AAAAAAAABDs/6XKlJzhHMZ8/s400/sem+tempo.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261168931170925138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5377247419562965316-1002925059429443425?l=minhaespera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minhaespera.blogspot.com/feeds/1002925059429443425/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5377247419562965316&amp;postID=1002925059429443425' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5377247419562965316/posts/default/1002925059429443425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5377247419562965316/posts/default/1002925059429443425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minhaespera.blogspot.com/2008/10/vida-moderna.html' title='Vida Moderna'/><author><name>Lucy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08158565794060681497'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GmcYFFRfh4w/SQNtRJ3DulI/AAAAAAAABDs/6XKlJzhHMZ8/s72-c/sem+tempo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5377247419562965316.post-6839606234610694700</id><published>2008-10-22T15:43:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2008-10-25T17:50:20.044-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pra hj'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Você obedece ao traçado?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5377247419562965316-6839606234610694700?l=minhaespera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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href='http://minhaespera.blogspot.com/feeds/4272219022111043754/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5377247419562965316&amp;postID=4272219022111043754' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5377247419562965316/posts/default/4272219022111043754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5377247419562965316/posts/default/4272219022111043754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minhaespera.blogspot.com/2008/10/blog-post_21.html' title=''/><author><name>Lucy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08158565794060681497'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GmcYFFRfh4w/SQNsmSYWblI/AAAAAAAABDk/X0q-CdEDFGc/s72-c/1200440645.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5377247419562965316.post-5167187760295817765</id><published>2008-10-20T17:35:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2008-10-25T17:38:26.540-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GmcYFFRfh4w/SQN1dGMbFGI/AAAAAAAABEE/AruDu6w88Yk/s1600-h/sozin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 393px; height: 168px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GmcYFFRfh4w/SQN1dGMbFGI/AAAAAAAABEE/AruDu6w88Yk/s400/sozin.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261177932438246498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Eu amo tudo o que foi, Tudo o que já não é, A dor que já não me dói, A antiga e errônea fé, O ontem que dor deixou, O que deixou alegria Só porque foi, e voou E hoje é já outro dia" &lt;br /&gt;Fernando Pessoa,&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5377247419562965316-5167187760295817765?l=minhaespera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minhaespera.blogspot.com/feeds/5167187760295817765/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5377247419562965316&amp;postID=5167187760295817765' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5377247419562965316/posts/default/5167187760295817765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5377247419562965316/posts/default/5167187760295817765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minhaespera.blogspot.com/2008/10/eu-amo-tudo-o-que-foi-tudo-o-que-j-no.html' title=''/><author><name>Lucy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08158565794060681497'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GmcYFFRfh4w/SQN1dGMbFGI/AAAAAAAABEE/AruDu6w88Yk/s72-c/sozin.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5377247419562965316.post-5277655384684902932</id><published>2008-10-20T03:57:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2008-10-25T17:57:56.743-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sangro &lt;br /&gt;Eu sangro &lt;br /&gt;E eu respiro &lt;br /&gt;Eu respiro &lt;br /&gt;Eu não respiro mais&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5377247419562965316-5277655384684902932?l=minhaespera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minhaespera.blogspot.com/feeds/5277655384684902932/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5377247419562965316&amp;postID=5277655384684902932' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5377247419562965316/posts/default/5277655384684902932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5377247419562965316/posts/default/5277655384684902932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minhaespera.blogspot.com/2008/10/sangro-eu-sangro-e-eu-respiro-eu.html' title=''/><author><name>Lucy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08158565794060681497'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5377247419562965316.post-5841919886853429373</id><published>2008-10-19T18:11:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2008-10-25T18:19:36.822-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GmcYFFRfh4w/SQN_HzDHhII/AAAAAAAABEs/whmRiAZKgJ8/s1600-h/sombra3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 270px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GmcYFFRfh4w/SQN_HzDHhII/AAAAAAAABEs/whmRiAZKgJ8/s400/sombra3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261188561637966978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sensação de resquícios, registros, marcas poucas ficaram... Não sinto mais seu cheiro, não me vem o gosto na boca, sem a sensação e falta do toque. Dos que conheci á lembranças doces, intensas, enloquecedoras, fica a transformação, fica o tempo. Aos 29 anos em frente ao espelho me torno mulher, imagino como alguém me vê, faço cara, fico pertinho reparando meus próprios detalhes, passo blush, lápis algo já viciante,  apago a luz e saio dele. Ainda vazia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"A forma e o reflexo se observam. Tu não és o reflexo, mas o reflexo és tu."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5377247419562965316-5841919886853429373?l=minhaespera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minhaespera.blogspot.com/feeds/5841919886853429373/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5377247419562965316&amp;postID=5841919886853429373' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5377247419562965316/posts/default/5841919886853429373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5377247419562965316/posts/default/5841919886853429373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minhaespera.blogspot.com/2008/10/sensao-de-resqucios-registros-marcas.html' title=''/><author><name>Lucy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08158565794060681497'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GmcYFFRfh4w/SQN_HzDHhII/AAAAAAAABEs/whmRiAZKgJ8/s72-c/sombra3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5377247419562965316.post-4054678191205332859</id><published>2008-10-18T18:04:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2008-10-25T18:11:29.031-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Tenho estado</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GmcYFFRfh4w/SQN9YxDXmuI/AAAAAAAABEk/Q9B4kXApFlg/s1600-h/calada.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 204px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GmcYFFRfh4w/SQN9YxDXmuI/AAAAAAAABEk/Q9B4kXApFlg/s400/calada.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261186654136670946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;calada...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;vem... arrepia me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5377247419562965316-4054678191205332859?l=minhaespera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minhaespera.blogspot.com/feeds/4054678191205332859/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5377247419562965316&amp;postID=4054678191205332859' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5377247419562965316/posts/default/4054678191205332859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5377247419562965316/posts/default/4054678191205332859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minhaespera.blogspot.com/2008/10/tenho-estado.html' title='Tenho estado'/><author><name>Lucy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08158565794060681497'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GmcYFFRfh4w/SQN9YxDXmuI/AAAAAAAABEk/Q9B4kXApFlg/s72-c/calada.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5377247419562965316.post-4345639236571901327</id><published>2008-10-17T22:38:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-10-25T17:39:17.253-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"Tão Perto... - Quantas vezes tão perto, muito perto. Ao alcance da mão e, então, só bastaria um gesto simples, uma mão estendida que dissesse vem comigo. Ao alcance da palavra certa. Ao alcance de um olhar, não de uma olhada, mas do olhar que fala para a alma. E, no entanto, tão longe, muito longe..."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5377247419562965316-4345639236571901327?l=minhaespera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minhaespera.blogspot.com/feeds/4345639236571901327/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5377247419562965316&amp;postID=4345639236571901327' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5377247419562965316/posts/default/4345639236571901327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5377247419562965316/posts/default/4345639236571901327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minhaespera.blogspot.com/2008/10/to-perto.html' title=''/><author><name>Lucy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08158565794060681497'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5377247419562965316.post-885465030919879986</id><published>2008-10-17T08:02:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-10-25T18:03:26.608-02:00</updated><title type='text'>???</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GmcYFFRfh4w/SQN7bmAbTcI/AAAAAAAABEc/l66xT0DNhvI/s1600-h/the+end.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 257px; height: 166px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GmcYFFRfh4w/SQN7bmAbTcI/AAAAAAAABEc/l66xT0DNhvI/s400/the+end.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261184503687892418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5377247419562965316-885465030919879986?l=minhaespera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minhaespera.blogspot.com/feeds/885465030919879986/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5377247419562965316&amp;postID=885465030919879986' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5377247419562965316/posts/default/885465030919879986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5377247419562965316/posts/default/885465030919879986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minhaespera.blogspot.com/2008/10/blog-post_17.html' title='???'/><author><name>Lucy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08158565794060681497'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GmcYFFRfh4w/SQN7bmAbTcI/AAAAAAAABEc/l66xT0DNhvI/s72-c/the+end.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5377247419562965316.post-5525015400790633570</id><published>2008-10-17T06:14:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T16:17:07.743-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GmcYFFRfh4w/SQSz68d_-_I/AAAAAAAABE0/tha4_C46E28/s1600-h/dor.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GmcYFFRfh4w/SQSz68d_-_I/AAAAAAAABE0/tha4_C46E28/s400/dor.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261528089921321970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não quero que a cada passo que dou além de mim, &lt;br /&gt;a minha voz não passe de um sussuro sem alento.&lt;br /&gt;                  ***&lt;br /&gt;Porque ainda que eu corra contra o vento &lt;br /&gt;não aceito acabar dentro de mim.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5377247419562965316-5525015400790633570?l=minhaespera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minhaespera.blogspot.com/feeds/5525015400790633570/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5377247419562965316&amp;postID=5525015400790633570' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5377247419562965316/posts/default/5525015400790633570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5377247419562965316/posts/default/5525015400790633570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minhaespera.blogspot.com/2008/10/no-quero-que-cada-passo-que-dou-alm-de.html' title=''/><author><name>Lucy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08158565794060681497'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GmcYFFRfh4w/SQSz68d_-_I/AAAAAAAABE0/tha4_C46E28/s72-c/dor.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5377247419562965316.post-6945191917079773563</id><published>2008-10-16T22:31:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-10-25T17:32:35.893-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pra hj'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hoje me sinto assim mais leve... segura em minhas inseguranças nao sei! " &lt;br /&gt;Busco alguem nao para me encontrar,mas para me perder..." &lt;br /&gt;Vinícius de Moraes&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5377247419562965316-6945191917079773563?l=minhaespera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minhaespera.blogspot.com/feeds/6945191917079773563/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5377247419562965316&amp;postID=6945191917079773563' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5377247419562965316/posts/default/6945191917079773563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5377247419562965316/posts/default/6945191917079773563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minhaespera.blogspot.com/2008/10/hoje-me-sinto-assim-mais-leve.html' title=''/><author><name>Lucy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08158565794060681497'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5377247419562965316.post-4571440137405064018</id><published>2008-10-16T17:51:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-10-25T17:56:34.360-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GmcYFFRfh4w/SQN5w9mn8WI/AAAAAAAABEU/FrGlCfwBLE4/s1600-h/Sentidos2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 392px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GmcYFFRfh4w/SQN5w9mn8WI/AAAAAAAABEU/FrGlCfwBLE4/s400/Sentidos2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261182671776117090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Vejo, sinto, digo e acordo cansada. &lt;br /&gt;Pensamentos se confundindo, &lt;br /&gt;o real, &lt;br /&gt;vontades, &lt;br /&gt;reações&lt;br /&gt;nada se mantem.&lt;br /&gt; Acostumada a complicar muitas vezes. &lt;br /&gt;Tudo está meio estranho em meus sonhos. &lt;br /&gt;E fora deles.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5377247419562965316-4571440137405064018?l=minhaespera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minhaespera.blogspot.com/feeds/4571440137405064018/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5377247419562965316&amp;postID=4571440137405064018' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5377247419562965316/posts/default/4571440137405064018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5377247419562965316/posts/default/4571440137405064018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minhaespera.blogspot.com/2008/10/vejo-sinto-digo-e-acordo-cansada.html' title=''/><author><name>Lucy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08158565794060681497'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GmcYFFRfh4w/SQN5w9mn8WI/AAAAAAAABEU/FrGlCfwBLE4/s72-c/Sentidos2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry></feed>