<?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-20921548</id><updated>2011-04-21T14:26:56.138-12:00</updated><title type='text'>Pensamentos (Im)perfeitos</title><subtitle type='html'>Simplesmente aquilo que sinto</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milavilar.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20921548/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milavilar.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>milavilar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13219379223457197419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3485/1756/320/Foto%2831%29.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>13</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20921548.post-114916877123521767</id><published>2006-06-01T01:22:00.001-12:00</published><updated>2006-06-01T04:44:45.373-12:00</updated><title type='text'>DIA DA CRIANÇA</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3485/1756/1600/DSC00029.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="222" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3485/1756/320/DSC00029.1.jpg" width="195" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3485/1756/1600/collage4.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3485/1756/1600/imagesT.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como é belo ver uma criança sorrir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fui levar um botão de rosa à minha filhota&lt;br /&gt;Fcou muito feliz e contente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parabéns para ti linda criança "XUXU"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beijocas de Mami e Papi&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20921548-114916877123521767?l=milavilar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milavilar.blogspot.com/feeds/114916877123521767/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20921548&amp;postID=114916877123521767' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20921548/posts/default/114916877123521767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20921548/posts/default/114916877123521767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milavilar.blogspot.com/2006/06/dia-da-criana_01.html' title='DIA DA CRIANÇA'/><author><name>milavilar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13219379223457197419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3485/1756/320/Foto%2831%29.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20921548.post-114622089748315989</id><published>2006-04-27T22:14:00.000-12:00</published><updated>2006-04-27T22:41:37.523-12:00</updated><title type='text'>ECOPONTO</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3485/1756/1600/mi.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3485/1756/320/mi.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3485/1756/1600/mi4.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3485/1756/1600/mi4.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3485/1756/1600/mi4.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aqui estou eu a escrever mais um pouco, é mesmo só para mim , nem conto a ninguem do meu blog, mas por vezes gosto de teclar o que me vem à carola.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O dia está lindo&lt;br /&gt;O Sol a raiar&lt;br /&gt;A natureza em flor&lt;br /&gt;O calor a aumentar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recordo as duas ultimas semanas&lt;br /&gt;Foram para mim muito boas&lt;br /&gt;Apesar das dificuldades&lt;br /&gt;Conseguimos mta coisa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20921548-114622089748315989?l=milavilar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milavilar.blogspot.com/feeds/114622089748315989/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20921548&amp;postID=114622089748315989' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20921548/posts/default/114622089748315989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20921548/posts/default/114622089748315989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milavilar.blogspot.com/2006/04/ecoponto.html' title='ECOPONTO'/><author><name>milavilar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13219379223457197419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3485/1756/320/Foto%2831%29.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20921548.post-114356553137155380</id><published>2006-03-28T04:34:00.000-12:00</published><updated>2006-03-28T21:36:34.636-12:00</updated><title type='text'>Pensando em ti</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Hoje acordei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;e logo em ti pensei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;a miha flor colorida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;o quanto amor te dei&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3485/1756/1600/mi.jp2g.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3485/1756/320/mi.jp2g.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3485/1756/1600/mi.jp2g.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Acordas a sorrir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;"bom dia mamã"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;um abraço e um beijo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;e continua a manhã&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Aqui no trabalho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;recordo teu olhar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;e nele busco alento&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;para continuar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;beijinhos para ti amorzinho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20921548-114356553137155380?l=milavilar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milavilar.blogspot.com/feeds/114356553137155380/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20921548&amp;postID=114356553137155380' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20921548/posts/default/114356553137155380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20921548/posts/default/114356553137155380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milavilar.blogspot.com/2006/03/pensando-em-ti.html' title='Pensando em ti'/><author><name>milavilar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13219379223457197419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3485/1756/320/Foto%2831%29.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20921548.post-114069780922009826</id><published>2006-02-23T00:08:00.000-12:00</published><updated>2006-03-14T22:55:10.860-12:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Falando de cãezinhos, eis o meu bicharoco...........&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;2002&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3485/1756/1600/2cao.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 238px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 183px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="214" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3485/1756/320/2cao.jpg" width="269" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; O meu cãozito chamado CRUZADO &lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Ofereci à minha filhota quando ela fez 5 anos, tiha ele 2 meses.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;brincalhão, medroso e maluco &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20921548-114069780922009826?l=milavilar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milavilar.blogspot.com/feeds/114069780922009826/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20921548&amp;postID=114069780922009826' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20921548/posts/default/114069780922009826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20921548/posts/default/114069780922009826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milavilar.blogspot.com/2006/02/falando-de-cezinhos-eis-o-meu.html' title=''/><author><name>milavilar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13219379223457197419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3485/1756/320/Foto%2831%29.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20921548.post-113991823802458764</id><published>2006-02-13T23:41:00.000-12:00</published><updated>2006-03-28T21:44:16.473-12:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Hoje dia dos Namorados 14.02.06&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Para ti&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Michael Sullivan e Paulo Massadas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3485/1756/1600/dia_domingo.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3485/1756/1600/dia_domingo.0.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3485/1756/320/dia_domingo.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu preciso te falar&lt;br /&gt;Te encontrar de qualquer jeito&lt;br /&gt;Pra sentar e conversar&lt;br /&gt;Depois andar de encontro ao vento&lt;br /&gt;Eu preciso respirar&lt;br /&gt;O mesmo ar que te rodeia&lt;br /&gt;E na pele quero ter&lt;br /&gt;O mesmo sol que te bronzeia&lt;br /&gt;Eu preciso te tocar&lt;br /&gt;E outra vez te ver sorrindo&lt;br /&gt;E voltar num sonho lindo&lt;br /&gt;Já não dá mais pra viver&lt;br /&gt;Um sentimento sem sentido&lt;br /&gt;Eu preciso descobrir&lt;br /&gt;A emoção de estar contigo&lt;br /&gt;Ver o sol amanhecer&lt;br /&gt;E ver a vida acontecer&lt;br /&gt;Como um dia de domingo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Faz de conta que ainda é cedo&lt;br /&gt;Tudo vai ficar por conta da emoção&lt;br /&gt;Faz de conta que ainda é cedo&lt;br /&gt;E deixar falar a voz do coração&lt;br /&gt;&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/20921548-113991823802458764?l=milavilar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milavilar.blogspot.com/feeds/113991823802458764/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20921548&amp;postID=113991823802458764' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20921548/posts/default/113991823802458764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20921548/posts/default/113991823802458764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milavilar.blogspot.com/2006/02/hoje-dia-dos-namorados-14.html' title=''/><author><name>milavilar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13219379223457197419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3485/1756/320/Foto%2831%29.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20921548.post-113959438158902841</id><published>2006-02-10T05:58:00.000-12:00</published><updated>2006-03-28T22:18:48.440-12:00</updated><title type='text'>DIA DO PAPÁ</title><content type='html'>Para todos os pais do mundo inteiro...e,&lt;br /&gt;especialmente para o meu (que Deus o tenha),&lt;br /&gt;deixo aqui duas modestas flores que, &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3485/1756/1600/mi4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3485/1756/320/mi4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;normalmente, crescem por aí de forma espontânea,&lt;br /&gt;tal como laços e afectos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para ti Pai Zé Zé um grande abraçooooo.&lt;br /&gt;(uma flor da Mãe e uma da Filhota)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vivam os PAIS! Um beijo para todos!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20921548-113959438158902841?l=milavilar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milavilar.blogspot.com/feeds/113959438158902841/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20921548&amp;postID=113959438158902841' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20921548/posts/default/113959438158902841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20921548/posts/default/113959438158902841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milavilar.blogspot.com/2006/02/dia-do-pap.html' title='DIA DO PAPÁ'/><author><name>milavilar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13219379223457197419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3485/1756/320/Foto%2831%29.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20921548.post-113887423497655224</id><published>2006-02-01T21:40:00.000-12:00</published><updated>2006-02-02T02:54:58.870-12:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3485/1756/1600/bom%20dia%20flor%20lilas.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dia 2.02.06 &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3485/1756/1600/bom%20dia%20flor%20lilas.0.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 134px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 118px" height="223" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3485/1756/320/bom%20dia%20flor%20lilas.0.jpg" width="228" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A quem eu vou dizer que eu amo?&lt;br /&gt;A mim? Às estrelas? Ao universo? A Deus?&lt;br /&gt;Não sei.&lt;br /&gt;Mas, eu sei que eu amo.&lt;br /&gt;Eu amo os meus próprios passos... in(certos)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Assumi-lo, e dá-lo a quem o pede,&lt;br /&gt;a quem o busca e a quem o quer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A ti minha FILHA &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3485/1756/1600/Foto(41).0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 86px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 110px" height="184" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3485/1756/320/Foto%2841%29.0.jpg" width="132" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O passo que eu amo e certo,&lt;br /&gt;bem FIRME&lt;br /&gt;Única certeza&lt;br /&gt;Verdade.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20921548-113887423497655224?l=milavilar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milavilar.blogspot.com/feeds/113887423497655224/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20921548&amp;postID=113887423497655224' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20921548/posts/default/113887423497655224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20921548/posts/default/113887423497655224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milavilar.blogspot.com/2006/02/dia-2.html' title=''/><author><name>milavilar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13219379223457197419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3485/1756/320/Foto%2831%29.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20921548.post-113777980064875698</id><published>2006-01-20T05:47:00.000-12:00</published><updated>2006-03-16T03:16:31.256-12:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3485/1756/1600/dirceu.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3485/1756/1600/IM001185.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Sexta Feira dia 20.01.06&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3485/1756/1600/Foto(5).jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje estou bem, terminou o dia, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;vou de fim de semana.&lt;br /&gt;Vou estar com as Tias , como diz a filhota, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;vamos lá jantar, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;é sempre uma borga, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;está lá também a Prima Aurelina&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;que é muito risonha e a minha Xuxu gosta. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;disverte-se muito. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3485/1756/1600/Foto(3).jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vou ver a Maricotó &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;a minha menina mais velhinha &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3485/1756/1600/IM001181.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;é muito querida &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;e tem um namorado Diridi, como eu lhe chamo,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;tb mto quido e maluquito. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Esta Maricotó é aa minha sobrinha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;De nome Maria Dias&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Que é também a Madrinha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Da "Xuxu" Danielinha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;PARA VOCÊS&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uma amiga é alguém que crê em ti &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;inclusive quando tu deixas de crer em ti mesma. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Sempre serei tua amiga. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não há nada impossível,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;porque os sonhos de ontem são as esperanças de hoje&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3485/1756/1600/esta7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 125px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 170px" height="187" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3485/1756/320/esta7.jpg" width="168" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3485/1756/1600/esta8.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3485/1756/1600/esta5.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;e podem converter-se em realidade amanhã. &lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Quando te sentires sozinha,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;olha para a Lua ou para o Sol &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;e vê que eles também estão sozinhos &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;e nem por isso deixam de brilhar!!!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3485/1756/1600/Foto(3).jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20921548-113777980064875698?l=milavilar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milavilar.blogspot.com/feeds/113777980064875698/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20921548&amp;postID=113777980064875698' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20921548/posts/default/113777980064875698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20921548/posts/default/113777980064875698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milavilar.blogspot.com/2006/01/sexta-feira-dia-20.html' title=''/><author><name>milavilar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13219379223457197419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3485/1756/320/Foto%2831%29.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20921548.post-113766943145870959</id><published>2006-01-18T22:31:00.000-12:00</published><updated>2006-01-24T00:03:16.903-12:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333333;"&gt;COMO A VIDA É BELA AGARRA-A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A vida é uma oportunidade, aproveita-a. &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3485/1756/1600/I%20love%20you%20-%20movie.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A vida é um sonho, torna-o realidade.&lt;br /&gt;A vida é um desafio, enfrenta-o. &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3485/1756/1600/esta6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" height="121" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3485/1756/320/esta6.jpg" width="96" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A vida é um dever, cumpre-o.&lt;br /&gt;A vida é preciosa, cuida-a.&lt;br /&gt;A vida&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;é amor, goza-a.&lt;br /&gt;A vida é um jogo, joga-o.&lt;br /&gt;A vida é tristeza, supera-a.&lt;br /&gt;A vida é a VIDA, defende-a. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333333;"&gt;A vida é felicidade, faz por merecê-la. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333333;"&gt;SER FELIZ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3485/1756/1600/cria1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333333;"&gt;Ser feliz é ver todos os dias &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333333;"&gt;O sorriso das crianças&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3485/1756/1600/cria1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3485/1756/320/cria1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333333;"&gt;É a musica, a dança , e a paz, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333333;"&gt;É o prazer de descobrir a cada passo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333333;"&gt;Que a vida se inicia novamente,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333333;"&gt;A cada alvorada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333333;"&gt;Ser feliz é ser amigo ou amiga&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333333;"&gt;Mas antes de tudo é ter amigos ou amigas ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;... o que muito falta nesta vida terrena ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&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/20921548-113766943145870959?l=milavilar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milavilar.blogspot.com/feeds/113766943145870959/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20921548&amp;postID=113766943145870959' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20921548/posts/default/113766943145870959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20921548/posts/default/113766943145870959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milavilar.blogspot.com/2006/01/como-vida-bela-agarra-a-vida-uma.html' title=''/><author><name>milavilar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13219379223457197419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3485/1756/320/Foto%2831%29.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20921548.post-113758441283108307</id><published>2006-01-17T22:18:00.000-12:00</published><updated>2006-01-18T04:47:11.816-12:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HOJE DIA DE SOL 18.01.06&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;o sol a raiar, &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3485/1756/1600/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" height="123" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3485/1756/320/images.jpg" width="174" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;um lindo dia a passar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;eu estou bem&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;a filhota também&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3485/1756/1600/tn_foto_de_flor_orquidea_09_JPG.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;que lindas cores&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;que vemos então&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;são os reflexos &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;de muita paixão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;paixão pela vida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;que &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;conseguimos lavrar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;com alguns encantos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e sonhos ao acordar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adoro sonhar&lt;br /&gt;adoro cantar&lt;br /&gt;adoro o amor&lt;br /&gt;em teu olhar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Senhor fazei de mim um instrumento da VOSSA PAZ"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20921548-113758441283108307?l=milavilar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milavilar.blogspot.com/feeds/113758441283108307/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20921548&amp;postID=113758441283108307' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20921548/posts/default/113758441283108307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20921548/posts/default/113758441283108307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milavilar.blogspot.com/2006/01/hoje-dia-de-sol-18.html' title=''/><author><name>milavilar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13219379223457197419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3485/1756/320/Foto%2831%29.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20921548.post-113716396690826280</id><published>2006-01-13T02:16:00.000-12:00</published><updated>2006-02-02T04:10:58.903-12:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hoje ....19.09.05&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Demos um lindo passeio&lt;br /&gt;o sol raiava&lt;br /&gt;o vento brando soprava&lt;br /&gt;mas não nos atrapaalhava&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3485/1756/1600/Foto(24).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 139px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 162px" height="213" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3485/1756/320/Foto%2824%29.jpg" width="185" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fomos até à Serra do Pilar&lt;br /&gt;onde vimos a paisagem&lt;br /&gt;muito bonita&lt;br /&gt;"O Porto Velho"&lt;br /&gt;Podemos então apreciar a linha do Metro&lt;br /&gt;(que tinha aberto no dia anterior)&lt;br /&gt;Foi muito giro&lt;br /&gt;Seguimos então para o&lt;br /&gt;Jardim do Morro&lt;br /&gt;onde se pode passar uma tarde engraçada&lt;br /&gt;achei interessante&lt;br /&gt;A filhota pulou, correu e brincou.&lt;br /&gt;Dia em cheio .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PROSANDO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Logo vou dormir&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3485/1756/1600/Foto(30).1.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 174px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 260px" height="271" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3485/1756/320/Foto%2830%29.1.jpg" width="190" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E contigo sonhar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pois sonhando eu consigo&lt;br /&gt;Sempre contigo estar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De manhã qd acordo&lt;br /&gt;Depois de contigo sonhar&lt;br /&gt;Apetece-me sorrir&lt;br /&gt;E só contigo andar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andar pela calçada&lt;br /&gt;Correr saltar brincar&lt;br /&gt;Ser tua namorada&lt;br /&gt;Até alta madrugada&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pelo menos qd sonho&lt;br /&gt;ninguém pode reclamar&lt;br /&gt;Eu posso contigo viver&lt;br /&gt;E posso então te amar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ESPERANÇA&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330000;"&gt;As flores são belas &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3485/1756/1600/mi.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nos trazem lembranças&lt;br /&gt;De um tempo feliz &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3485/1756/1600/mi3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" height="118" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3485/1756/320/mi3.jpg" width="147" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De quando éramos crianças &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330000;"&gt;Por aqui termino&lt;br /&gt;Esta poesia de criança,&lt;br /&gt;Mas acredito nela&lt;br /&gt;E estou cheio de esperança.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;MINHA FILHOTA VOU PASSAR ESTA MÚSICA&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;DEDICADA A TI MINHA FLOR&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para Mim Tanto Faz &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3485/1756/1600/Foto(38).jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dzrt.letrasdemusicas.com.br/artista.php?id=7716"&gt;&gt;&gt; D'zrt&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acabou, Vê se entendes &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3485/1756/1600/mi5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" height="119" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3485/1756/320/mi5.jpg" width="117" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Não vale a pena mesmo que tu tentes &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Não posso mais, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Esperar que mudes &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Se és tu quem não quer mudar Acabou, Tu não atinges ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Tás noutro mundo Ou será que finges &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Eu já saltei Eu ?tou noutra Não vale a pena esperar? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Tanto tempo investido em ti Para agora acabar assim? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Refrão&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Para mim tanto me faz &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Que digas coisas boas ou coisas más Ou mesmo que inventes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Algo que eu nunca fui&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Yeeeee &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Para mim tanto me faz &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Já não vou voltar atrás Não sofro mais, não Não tenho tempo &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Até gostei de ti, mas foste um contratempo Sinceramente, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Tu pouco insistes Não percebes que acabou &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Tanto tempo investido em ti, Para agora acabar assim? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Refrão &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Para mim tanto me faz &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Que digas coisas boas ou coisas más &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ou mesmo que inventes Algo que eu nunca fui &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Yeeeeee &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Para mim tanto me faz Que digas coisas boas ou coisas más &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ou mesmo que inventes Algo que eu nunca fui &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Yeeeeee &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;(Parte do David) Hum, hum, hum &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Eu olho para ti com um olhar gelado &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;O que antes era doce agora é passado &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Então pensa e repensa em tudo quilo que fizeste Ou já esqueceste &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Tudo o que de ti não deste &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Dizes que me amas, mas é tudo fachada&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Bem podes vir bater à porta que ela tá fechada Bem trancada &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Completamente selada Yo fui Não sofro mais? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Não tenho tempo? Refrão Para mim tanto me faz &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Que digas coisas boas ou coisas más &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ou mesmo que inventes Algo que eu nunca fui &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Yeeeeee &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Para mim tanto me faz Que digas coisas boas ou coisas más &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ou mesmo que inventes Algo que eu nunca fui &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Yeeeeee &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;SÓ PENSO EM TI MINHA FILHOTA&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20921548-113716396690826280?l=milavilar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milavilar.blogspot.com/feeds/113716396690826280/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20921548&amp;postID=113716396690826280' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20921548/posts/default/113716396690826280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20921548/posts/default/113716396690826280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milavilar.blogspot.com/2006/01/hoje.html' title=''/><author><name>milavilar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13219379223457197419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3485/1756/320/Foto%2831%29.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20921548.post-113715398144939655</id><published>2006-01-12T23:49:00.000-12:00</published><updated>2006-01-13T00:41:52.176-12:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3485/1756/1600/Foto(18).0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FIM 2005&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;A azáfama natalícia, as festas , as compras e as alegrias, ainda me conseguiram trazer até 2006, com muitos sorrisos. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Balanço do ano bastante tenebroso, enfim, canseiras alegrias lágrimas, brincadeiras , espero 2006, que obrigatoriamente tem que ser melhor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Na antecipação da contagens decrescentes. 12 passas: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;- pelo Amor, sempre presente &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3485/1756/1600/Foto(18).0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" height="269" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3485/1756/320/Foto%2818%29.0.jpg" width="182" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- pelos sorrisos&lt;br /&gt;- pela Amizade&lt;br /&gt;- por abraços e carinhos&lt;br /&gt;- pela tolerância e compreensão das diferenças&lt;br /&gt;- pelo fim das guerras&lt;br /&gt;- pelo levantar de barreiras&lt;br /&gt;- pelo conversação&lt;br /&gt;- por todos os desejos concretizados&lt;br /&gt;- por um MUITO BOM ANO 2006&lt;br /&gt;- pela minha filhota&lt;br /&gt;- pelos reencontros.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E porque a tolerância começa pela aceitação das várias diferenças, nada como celebrar a luz, que tanta falta nos faz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para todo um beijão muito grande.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20921548-113715398144939655?l=milavilar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milavilar.blogspot.com/feeds/113715398144939655/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20921548&amp;postID=113715398144939655' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20921548/posts/default/113715398144939655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20921548/posts/default/113715398144939655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milavilar.blogspot.com/2006/01/fim-2005-azfama-natalcia-as-festas-as.html' title=''/><author><name>milavilar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13219379223457197419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3485/1756/320/Foto%2831%29.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20921548.post-113714912684313583</id><published>2006-01-12T22:33:00.000-12:00</published><updated>2006-03-28T22:10:33.303-12:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3485/1756/1600/escura3.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3485/1756/1600/sonhar2.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"A VIDA É UMA PEÇA DE TEATRO QUE NÃO PERMITE ENSAIOS. POR ISSO, CANTE, CHORE, DANCE, RIA E VIVA INTENSAMENTE ANTES QUE A CORTINA SE FECHE E A PEÇA TERMINE SEM APLAUSOS."&lt;br /&gt;Charlie Chaplin)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FALSIDADE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como tudo é falso&lt;br /&gt;De nada se compadece&lt;br /&gt;Olhando à nossa volta&lt;br /&gt;É como todo parece&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É assim que eu vejo&lt;br /&gt;com tudo,&lt;br /&gt;com todos,&lt;br /&gt;Sinceridade&lt;br /&gt;Não existe, é verdade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.57-18.10.05 &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3485/1756/1600/sonhar2.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Apetece-me escrever &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DAR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Palavra tão profunda,&lt;br /&gt;Sentimento de amor&lt;br /&gt;Que por vezes&lt;br /&gt;Tão difícil&lt;br /&gt;E também com tanta dor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DOR&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Assim defino o mundo&lt;br /&gt;Um mundo de guerras&lt;br /&gt;Mundo de traições &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3485/1756/1600/escura3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 257px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 166px" height="135" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3485/1756/320/escura3.jpg" width="257" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um mundo onde vivemos&lt;br /&gt;Um mundo&lt;br /&gt;Sem corações&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PORQUÊ?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3485/1756/1600/n86s814165500.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porquê um dia assim&lt;br /&gt;Tão escuro e tão triste &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3485/1756/1600/gzjsx64164300.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dia em que me fecho&lt;br /&gt;Num mundo ainda pior&lt;br /&gt;Quem me dera poder mudar&lt;br /&gt;Para poder então viver&lt;br /&gt;Cada dia bem melhor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Sábado/2005&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje na areia &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3485/1756/1600/Scan0003.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3485/1756/320/Scan0003.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E com cheiro a maresia&lt;br /&gt;Como dia de Sol que era&lt;br /&gt;Brincamos e rimos&lt;br /&gt;saltamos de alegria.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maresia, o nome diz&lt;br /&gt;Vem do mar que é tão belo&lt;br /&gt;Imensidão aos nosso olhos&lt;br /&gt;Calmaria e serenidade&lt;br /&gt;Ficamos felizes,&lt;br /&gt;Contentes por viver&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30.04.05 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;FILHOTA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Assim como hoje&lt;br /&gt;Sempre penso em ti&lt;br /&gt;Na escola, em casa,&lt;br /&gt;No recreio ...&lt;br /&gt;Uma luz tão brilhante&lt;br /&gt;Só consigo abraçar&lt;br /&gt;E assim viro coragem&lt;br /&gt;Para mim e para dar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3485/1756/1600/Scan0002.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 260px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 178px" height="140" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3485/1756/320/Scan0002.2.jpg" width="217" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daniela querida&lt;br /&gt;Amor belo e verdadeiro&lt;br /&gt;Nada me faria melhor, que&lt;br /&gt;Inventar um jogo contigo&lt;br /&gt;Enquadrá-lo no dia-a-dia&lt;br /&gt;Levá-lo atá ao fim&lt;br /&gt;Assim contente ficava por viver&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/20921548-113714912684313583?l=milavilar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milavilar.blogspot.com/feeds/113714912684313583/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20921548&amp;postID=113714912684313583' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20921548/posts/default/113714912684313583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20921548/posts/default/113714912684313583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milavilar.blogspot.com/2006/01/vida-uma-pea-de-teatro-que-no-permite.html' title=''/><author><name>milavilar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13219379223457197419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3485/1756/320/Foto%2831%29.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
