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Vasconcelos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00507823327492219329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_00s815zTFWo/SHKzeaZHbQI/AAAAAAAAABk/VCdklKUhlRE/S220/DSC_0590.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_00s815zTFWo/S8P90phq50I/AAAAAAAAAoE/Ti_HVk97gLo/s72-c/C%C3%B3pia+de+n%C3%B3s.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7086084913996457372.post-1958186537984960644</id><published>2010-04-08T22:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-08T22:28:46.578-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_00s815zTFWo/S7664_sOCzI/AAAAAAAAAno/q-0uTSwInTQ/s1600/C%C3%B3pia+de+P7130154.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 306px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458005286751963954" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_00s815zTFWo/S7664_sOCzI/AAAAAAAAAno/q-0uTSwInTQ/s400/C%C3%B3pia+de+P7130154.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000099;"&gt;"Enquanto não superamos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000099;"&gt;a ansia do amor sem limites,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000099;"&gt;não podemos crescer &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000099;"&gt;emocionalmente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000099;"&gt;Enquanto não atravessamos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000099;"&gt;a dor de nossa propria solidão,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000099;"&gt;continuaremos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000099;"&gt;a nos buscar em outras metades.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000099;"&gt;Para viver a dois, antes,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000099;"&gt;é nescessário ser um."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000099;"&gt;(Fernando Pessoa )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_00s815zTFWo/S765P3Od7qI/AAAAAAAAAnc/eJGJ8TlQOQI/s1600/794494lvbfd0jyq9.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 110px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458003480593428130" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_00s815zTFWo/S765P3Od7qI/AAAAAAAAAnc/eJGJ8TlQOQI/s400/794494lvbfd0jyq9.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7086084913996457372-1958186537984960644?l=espacodeboravasconcelos.blogspot.com' 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/&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;Quem merece esta chuva toda e pra que tannnnto frioooooooo!!!!!!! aqui largada em casa debaixo das cobertas não dá vontade de fazer absolutamente nada... que grande ódioooooooooo....... sim to meio pra baixo hoje ............&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_00s815zTFWo/S71RPYgQpgI/AAAAAAAAAnI/nlQS9UJZAaw/s1600/0002038B.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 128px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 128px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457607648160556546" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_00s815zTFWo/S71RPYgQpgI/AAAAAAAAAnI/nlQS9UJZAaw/s400/0002038B.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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Vasconcelos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00507823327492219329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_00s815zTFWo/SHKzeaZHbQI/AAAAAAAAABk/VCdklKUhlRE/S220/DSC_0590.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_00s815zTFWo/S71RvFnVqLI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/yS6T9GHFIQg/s72-c/25.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7086084913996457372.post-3494322434700008213</id><published>2010-04-05T10:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-05T10:36:18.944-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_00s815zTFWo/S7ofE4gnE8I/AAAAAAAAAm8/XIe0ZD6QmyA/s1600/735222geigppry39.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 46px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 143px; CURSOR: hand" 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peripercias .... há o visual mudou bastante afinal to ficando cada ano mais veinha e preciso ir repaginando kkk mas calma aos poucos vou me encontrando nesta vida de não mais tão loira mas ao natural rsrs.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;bj bj bj e não desgrudem...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7086084913996457372-3494322434700008213?l=espacodeboravasconcelos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://espacodeboravasconcelos.blogspot.com/feeds/3494322434700008213/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7086084913996457372&amp;postID=3494322434700008213' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7086084913996457372/posts/default/3494322434700008213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7086084913996457372/posts/default/3494322434700008213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://espacodeboravasconcelos.blogspot.com/2010/04/retomando-meu-blog-to-muito-largada.html' title=''/><author><name>Débora Vasconcelos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00507823327492219329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_00s815zTFWo/SHKzeaZHbQI/AAAAAAAAABk/VCdklKUhlRE/S220/DSC_0590.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_00s815zTFWo/S7ofE4gnE8I/AAAAAAAAAm8/XIe0ZD6QmyA/s72-c/735222geigppry39.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7086084913996457372.post-6114952063314046980</id><published>2009-04-28T04:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T04:11:27.474-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_00s815zTFWo/Sfbj4C0L_RI/AAAAAAAAAao/MaDfih4g5ck/s1600-h/EU+(48).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329697761007500562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 219px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_00s815zTFWo/Sfbj4C0L_RI/AAAAAAAAAao/MaDfih4g5ck/s320/EU+(48).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Existem muitas pessoas ao nosso redor, roçando a pele na nossa pele, falando diretamente ao nosso ouvido, as sentimos,as ouvimos, percebemos sua presença, mas às vezes nos sentimos sós, pois não nos fazem companhia, e não confortama nossa alma.Mas existem outras pessoas que mesmo estando muito longe, algumas vezes nem sabemos aonde, nos fazem sempre companhia, povoam nossa lembrança com a sua presença, pois nosso espírito as procura sempre e, as encontra com a força do pensamento.Essas são capazes de confortar nossa alma apenas com a lembrança de um sorriso ou do calor de um abraço...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7086084913996457372-6114952063314046980?l=espacodeboravasconcelos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://espacodeboravasconcelos.blogspot.com/feeds/6114952063314046980/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Eu te desejo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Não parar tão cedo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pois toda idade tem&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Prazer e medo...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E com os que erram&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Feio e bastante&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Que você consiga&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ser tolerante...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Quando você ficar triste&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Que seja por um dia&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E não o ano inteiro&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E que você descubra&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Que rir é bom&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mas que rir de tudo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;É desespero...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Desejo!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Que você tenha a quem amar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E quando estiver bem cansado&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ainda, exista amor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Prá recomeçar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Prá recomeçar...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eu te desejo muitos amigos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mas que em um&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Você possa confiar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E que tenha atéInimigos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Prá você não deixar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;De duvidar...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Quando você ficar triste&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Que seja por um dia&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E não o ano inteiro&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E que você descubra&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Que rir é bom&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mas que rir de tudo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;É desespero...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Desejo!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Que você tenha a quem amar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E quando estiver bem cansado&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ainda, exista amor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Prá recomeçar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Prá recomeçar...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eu desejo!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Que você ganhe dinheiro&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pois é preciso&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Viver também&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E que você diga a ele&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pelo menos uma vez&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Quem é mesmo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;O dono de quem...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Desejo!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Que você tenha a quem amar..." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7086084913996457372-6257131867324382989?l=espacodeboravasconcelos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://espacodeboravasconcelos.blogspot.com/feeds/6257131867324382989/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7086084913996457372&amp;postID=6257131867324382989' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7086084913996457372/posts/default/6257131867324382989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7086084913996457372.post-894025796898469847</id><published>2008-11-04T21:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T21:38:08.816-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_00s815zTFWo/SREvutIgPyI/AAAAAAAAAUw/h_Za6NCenU8/s1600-h/ATYAAABBr20UjZmDdv7GdcQflhQkcQ62Mg8sg1GRE8oQ_2EBQaf3bFI-uFtMhG-EshzHxau8dIQytlyy1exMl0ZygL-oAJtU9VAL2TVF46HO_YQaEQzUSZoYcmW5Mw.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265041918808571682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_00s815zTFWo/SREvutIgPyI/AAAAAAAAAUw/h_Za6NCenU8/s320/ATYAAABBr20UjZmDdv7GdcQflhQkcQ62Mg8sg1GRE8oQ_2EBQaf3bFI-uFtMhG-EshzHxau8dIQytlyy1exMl0ZygL-oAJtU9VAL2TVF46HO_YQaEQzUSZoYcmW5Mw.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;BELEZA FEMININA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;por&lt;br /&gt;Audrey Hepburn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Para ter lábios atraentes, diga palavras doces. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Para ter olhos belos, procure ver o lado bom das pessoas; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Para ter o corpo esguio, divida sua comida com os famintos. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Para ter cabelos bonitos, deixe uma criança passar seus dedos por eles pelo menos uma vez ao dia. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Para ter boa postura caminhe com a certeza de que nunca andará sozinha. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pessoas, muito mais que coisas, devem ser restauradas, revividas, resgatada se redimidas; jamais jogue alguém fora, lembre-se de que, se alguma vez precisar de uma mão amiga, você a encontrará no final do seu braço. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ao ficarmos mais velhos descobrimos porque temos duas mãos, uma para ajudar a nós mesmos a outra para ajudar o próximo. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A beleza de uma pessoa não esta nas roupas que ela veste, nem no corpo que ele carrega, ou na forma como penteia o cabelo. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A beleza deve ser vista nos seus olhos, porque esta á a porta para seu coração. o lugar onde o amor reside. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A beleza de uma pessoa não esta na expressão facial, mas a verdadeira beleza dela está refletida em sua alma. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Está no carinho que ela amorosamente dá, na paixão que ela demostra.&lt;br /&gt;A beleza de qualquer pessoa cresce com o passar dos Anos.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Por isso seja sempre feliz e Bela.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;sempre por dentro e por fora&lt;/em&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/7086084913996457372-894025796898469847?l=espacodeboravasconcelos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://espacodeboravasconcelos.blogspot.com/feeds/894025796898469847/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7086084913996457372&amp;postID=894025796898469847' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7086084913996457372/posts/default/894025796898469847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7086084913996457372/posts/default/894025796898469847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://espacodeboravasconcelos.blogspot.com/2008/11/beleza-feminina-por-audrey-hepburn-para.html' title=''/><author><name>Débora Vasconcelos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00507823327492219329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_00s815zTFWo/SHKzeaZHbQI/AAAAAAAAABk/VCdklKUhlRE/S220/DSC_0590.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_00s815zTFWo/SREvutIgPyI/AAAAAAAAAUw/h_Za6NCenU8/s72-c/ATYAAABBr20UjZmDdv7GdcQflhQkcQ62Mg8sg1GRE8oQ_2EBQaf3bFI-uFtMhG-EshzHxau8dIQytlyy1exMl0ZygL-oAJtU9VAL2TVF46HO_YQaEQzUSZoYcmW5Mw.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7086084913996457372.post-5626025017975242447</id><published>2008-11-03T17:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T17:12:51.857-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_00s815zTFWo/SQ-g6mV6QiI/AAAAAAAAAKs/4xmNvXYShg8/s1600-h/DÃBORA+(98).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264603418004701730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 182px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_00s815zTFWo/SQ-g6mV6QiI/AAAAAAAAAKs/4xmNvXYShg8/s320/D%C3%89BORA+(98).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;Delírio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Acordei-me sozinho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Procurando-te em meu leito&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Com tua mão em meu peito&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;E teu calor, em abraço,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Preenchendo o espaço&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Vazio dentro de mim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Ó, deusa, por que&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Me perturbas tanto assim?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Será tua felicidade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Ver chegar o meu fim?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;"Engano teu!" - direis -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;"Pois muito bem sabeis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Que se em te envolvo em véu escuro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;É porque, no fundo, procuro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Ganhar teu carinho".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Ora, eu bem sei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Que de toda forma tentei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Evitar essa emoção,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Controlar meu coração.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Mas em engano caí,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Pois nunca antes senti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Tal desejo por alguém&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;De tal forma, que viver sem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Seria quase impossível.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Mas teu amor é inatingível&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Por ser outro teu dono.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;É isso que me tira o sono&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;E me faz delirar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Por acordado, sonhar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Com um dia ganhar-te.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;E se vivo agoniado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;É porque, enfim, procuro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Teu amor mais puro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;E saciar essa vontade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;De ter tal felicidade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;De viver ao teu lado. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;será que um dia serei digna ?????????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;bjok&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7086084913996457372-5626025017975242447?l=espacodeboravasconcelos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://espacodeboravasconcelos.blogspot.com/feeds/5626025017975242447/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7086084913996457372&amp;postID=5626025017975242447' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7086084913996457372/posts/default/5626025017975242447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7086084913996457372/posts/default/5626025017975242447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://espacodeboravasconcelos.blogspot.com/2008/11/delrio-acordei-me-sozinho-procurando-te.html' title=''/><author><name>Débora Vasconcelos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00507823327492219329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_00s815zTFWo/SHKzeaZHbQI/AAAAAAAAABk/VCdklKUhlRE/S220/DSC_0590.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_00s815zTFWo/SQ-g6mV6QiI/AAAAAAAAAKs/4xmNvXYShg8/s72-c/D%C3%89BORA+(98).JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7086084913996457372.post-3488207881204632101</id><published>2008-08-26T13:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T13:30:05.226-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_00s815zTFWo/SLRmtD_JJSI/AAAAAAAAAIw/0qP4BAgDkUU/s1600-h/CÃ³pia+de+homenagem+2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238925190889022754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_00s815zTFWo/SLRmtD_JJSI/AAAAAAAAAIw/0qP4BAgDkUU/s320/C%C3%B3pia+de+homenagem+2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Meu deus se depende-se das pessoas daqui eu não ia embora nunca tanto carinho e amor comigo que me deixa toda emocionada..... muito obrigada meus amores vcs. são tudo pra mim e a cda dia que passa vejo que tenho mais amigos do que eu imaginava.... obrigada por vcs existirem em minha vida ... são todos muito especiais pra mim..... amooooooooooo todosssssssss vcsssssssssss&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;beijosssss&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.glitter-graphics.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://dl2.glitter-graphics.net/pub/735/735222geigppry39.gif" width="46" height="143" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;amigos eternos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7086084913996457372-3488207881204632101?l=espacodeboravasconcelos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://espacodeboravasconcelos.blogspot.com/feeds/3488207881204632101/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7086084913996457372&amp;postID=3488207881204632101' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7086084913996457372/posts/default/3488207881204632101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7086084913996457372/posts/default/3488207881204632101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://espacodeboravasconcelos.blogspot.com/2008/08/meu-deus-se-depende-se-das-pessoas.html' title=''/><author><name>Débora Vasconcelos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00507823327492219329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_00s815zTFWo/SHKzeaZHbQI/AAAAAAAAABk/VCdklKUhlRE/S220/DSC_0590.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_00s815zTFWo/SLRmtD_JJSI/AAAAAAAAAIw/0qP4BAgDkUU/s72-c/C%C3%B3pia+de+homenagem+2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7086084913996457372.post-5846631528788330426</id><published>2008-08-21T10:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T10:31:18.859-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_00s815zTFWo/SK2lKe7MvVI/AAAAAAAAAHg/_r7r7nthfK4/s1600-h/AMIGOS+MANAUS.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237023541220392274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_00s815zTFWo/SK2lKe7MvVI/AAAAAAAAAHg/_r7r7nthfK4/s320/AMIGOS+MANAUS.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fazendo um ano que cheguei a esta cidade maravilhosa onde fins grandes amigos e esperimentei de experiências únicas, estou me despedindo, volto pra minha terra que amo também mas levo comigo todo o carinho ds pessoas que fizeram a diferença nesta minha passagem por Manaus, sempre estarão comigo haja o que houver e nunca me esquecerei o quanto me fizeram felizes...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;obrigada amigos  vcs são muito especiais pra mim.... forever....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;amooooooooo vcsssssssssssss&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.glitter-graphics.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://dl3.glitter-graphics.net/pub/1129/1129653vf59301yfu.gif" width="42" height="137" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;fui&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7086084913996457372-5846631528788330426?l=espacodeboravasconcelos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://espacodeboravasconcelos.blogspot.com/feeds/5846631528788330426/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7086084913996457372&amp;postID=5846631528788330426' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7086084913996457372/posts/default/5846631528788330426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7086084913996457372/posts/default/5846631528788330426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://espacodeboravasconcelos.blogspot.com/2008/08/fazendo-um-ano-que-cheguei-esta-cidade.html' title=''/><author><name>Débora Vasconcelos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00507823327492219329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_00s815zTFWo/SHKzeaZHbQI/AAAAAAAAABk/VCdklKUhlRE/S220/DSC_0590.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_00s815zTFWo/SK2lKe7MvVI/AAAAAAAAAHg/_r7r7nthfK4/s72-c/AMIGOS+MANAUS.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7086084913996457372.post-6190388160407034208</id><published>2008-08-09T05:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-09T05:43:16.625-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_00s815zTFWo/SJ2Qg0h5LFI/AAAAAAAAAF4/IlMtkmS8xdo/s1600-h/IMG_0122.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232497235605400658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_00s815zTFWo/SJ2Qg0h5LFI/AAAAAAAAAF4/IlMtkmS8xdo/s320/IMG_0122.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Com o Cauã eu aprendi...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Que um machucado se cura com beijinho... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Que um sorriso toma facilmente o lugar de um choro...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Que dizer eu te amo nunca é demais... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Que estar com quem se ama nos dá proteção... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Que para dormir não existe lugar... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Que colo de mãe é muito bom, mas colo de filho é muito melhor!!! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Que acordar sorrindo faz nosso dia mais feliz... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Que para amar a gente não precisa conhecer verdadeiramente a pessoa, basta sentí-la... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Que um simples olhar pode dizer tudo... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Que depois da raiva, o perdão vem logo... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Agora eu queria descobrir em que momento das nossas vidas, tudo isso deixa de existir... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Que momento se decide que amar alguém é sinal de fraqueza... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Meu filho tem me ensinado muito, sobretudo a amar... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Esse amor que não pede nada em troca... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Esse amor que só quer ver quem se ama feliz... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Esse amor que mesmo sendo só nosso, nos enche de luz...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Os ventos que as vezes tiram algo que amamos, são os mesmos que nos trazem algo que aprendemos a amar... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Te amo meu filho!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;beijos da mamãe...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.glitter-graphics.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://dl9.glitter-graphics.net/pub/1069/1069179ha1m0839ze.gif" width="304" height="360" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.glitter-works.org" target="_blank"&gt;glitter-graphics.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7086084913996457372-6190388160407034208?l=espacodeboravasconcelos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://espacodeboravasconcelos.blogspot.com/feeds/6190388160407034208/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7086084913996457372&amp;postID=6190388160407034208' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7086084913996457372/posts/default/6190388160407034208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7086084913996457372/posts/default/6190388160407034208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://espacodeboravasconcelos.blogspot.com/2008/08/com-o-cau-eu-aprendi.html' title=''/><author><name>Débora Vasconcelos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00507823327492219329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_00s815zTFWo/SHKzeaZHbQI/AAAAAAAAABk/VCdklKUhlRE/S220/DSC_0590.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_00s815zTFWo/SJ2Qg0h5LFI/AAAAAAAAAF4/IlMtkmS8xdo/s72-c/IMG_0122.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7086084913996457372.post-5924668229345494563</id><published>2008-08-07T11:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-07T11:13:59.251-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_00s815zTFWo/SJs5u8dgwRI/AAAAAAAAAFY/rg5_65gjB4w/s1600-h/IMG_0120.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231838870787637522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_00s815zTFWo/SJs5u8dgwRI/AAAAAAAAAFY/rg5_65gjB4w/s320/IMG_0120.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Despedida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Por mim, e por vós, e por mais aquilo que está onde as outras coisas nunca estãodeixo o mar bravo e o céu tranqüilo: quero solidão. Meu caminho é sem marcos nem paisagens. E como o conheces ? - me perguntarão. - Por não Ter palavras, por não ter imagem. Nenhum inimigo e nenhum irmão. Que procuras ? Tudo. Que desejas ? Nada. Viajo sozinha com o meu coração. Não ando perdida, mas desencontrada. Levo o meu rumo na minha mão. A memória voou da minha fronte. Voou meu amor, minha imaginação ... Talvez eu morra antes do horizonte. Memória, amor e o resto onde estarão? Deixo aqui meu corpo, entre o sol e a terra. (Beijo-te, corpo meu, todo desilusão ! Estandarte triste de uma estranha guerra ... )&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quero solidão.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Autor: Cecília Meireles&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.glitter-graphics.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://dl4.glitter-graphics.net/pub/33/33904cjvo27ykx3.gif" width="130" height="120" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.glitter-works.org" target="_blank"&gt;glitter-graphics.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DIFICIL A VIDA DE QUEM AMA&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.meuscraps.com" title="Imagens e Recados para o orkut"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.paraorkut.com/img/recados/Fada_1003324550_078_fada.gif" border="0" alt="fada" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2&gt;[blue]***[/blue] &lt;a href="http://www.meuscraps.com/orkut/7/1Fada.html" title="fada - Recados e imagens Para o Orkut" target="_blank"&gt;[orange]Click Aqui[/orange] para Novas animações de fada&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7086084913996457372-5924668229345494563?l=espacodeboravasconcelos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://espacodeboravasconcelos.blogspot.com/feeds/5924668229345494563/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7086084913996457372&amp;postID=5924668229345494563' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7086084913996457372/posts/default/5924668229345494563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7086084913996457372/posts/default/5924668229345494563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://espacodeboravasconcelos.blogspot.com/2008/08/despedida-por-mim-e-por-vs-e-por-mais.html' title=''/><author><name>Débora Vasconcelos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00507823327492219329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_00s815zTFWo/SHKzeaZHbQI/AAAAAAAAABk/VCdklKUhlRE/S220/DSC_0590.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_00s815zTFWo/SJs5u8dgwRI/AAAAAAAAAFY/rg5_65gjB4w/s72-c/IMG_0120.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7086084913996457372.post-8146255054307113368</id><published>2008-08-05T22:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T22:26:08.710-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_00s815zTFWo/SJk0GLtnf_I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/C2oETrDTkws/s1600-h/CORTADA.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231269722995523570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_00s815zTFWo/SJk0GLtnf_I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/C2oETrDTkws/s320/CORTADA.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MEUS SONHOS SÃO PARA TI !!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;O QUE POSSO DIZER QUANDO ESTOU PENSANDO EM VOCÊ ? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;NÃO POSSO DIZER NADA! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;SOMENTE SENTIR; SENTIR O PULSAR DO MEU CORAÇÃO QUE TANTO ALMEJA DO SEU LADO ESTAR, SENTIR AS LÁGRIMAS QUENTES ROLAREM EM MEU ROSTO NUMA MADRUGADA FRIA, SENTIR O MEU DESEJO POR TI TER EM MEUS BRAÇOS,PARA COMPARTILHARMOS CADA MOMENTO A DOIS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;CADA SEGUNDO,EMFIM CADA INSTÂNTE. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;SAUDADE É UM TERMO A SER DEFINIDO COMO ALGO QUE SE SENTE, ALGO QUE NOS FAZ LEMBRAR DE UMA IMPORTÂNCIA MUITO SIGNIFICATIVA EM NOSSAS VIDAS, SAUDADE É O QUE SINTO POR TI QUERIDA, TÃO DISTÂNTE ESTÁS DE MIM, MAIS CONSIGO TE TRAZER AQUI NESSE VELHO CORAÇÃO QUE NÃO ME PERMITA ESQUECÉ-LA...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;SAUDADE; SAUDADE, SAUDADE MESMO SENTINDO- A, ALIMENTO A ESPERANÇA DE ESTAR COM VOCÊ PRA SEMPRE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;ENTÃO NOSSOS MOMENTOS NÃO TERÃO MAIS TRISTEZAS MAIS A ALEGRIA REINARÁ EM NOSSOS CORAÇÕES,E ETERNAMENTE VIVEREMOS ESSE AMOR QUE QUASE NOS CONSUMIU A VIDA...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;O QUE POSSO DIZER SOBRE QUANDO ISSO ACONTECER ? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;POSSO DIZER QUE NÃO MAIS EXISTIRÁ A SAUDADE, MAIS SOMENTE A FECIDADE, POIS A SAUDADE SERÁ UM CASO PASSADO...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;MEU AMOR, EXISTA NA MINHA VIDA, EXISTA NO MEU VIVER E NÃO PERMITAR QUE A SAUDADE FEÇA PERTE DO NOSSO NINHO DE AMOR..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;AMO-TE E SINTO DE TI SAUDADES&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:180%;color:#666600;"&gt;BJOS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.glitter-graphics.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://dl.glitter-graphics.net/pub/5/5281tcbxdaw4mj.gif" width="72" height="127" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;BJOS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;FUI&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7086084913996457372-8146255054307113368?l=espacodeboravasconcelos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://espacodeboravasconcelos.blogspot.com/feeds/8146255054307113368/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7086084913996457372&amp;postID=8146255054307113368' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7086084913996457372/posts/default/8146255054307113368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7086084913996457372/posts/default/8146255054307113368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://espacodeboravasconcelos.blogspot.com/2008/08/meus-sonhos-so-para-ti-o-que-posso.html' title=''/><author><name>Débora Vasconcelos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00507823327492219329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_00s815zTFWo/SHKzeaZHbQI/AAAAAAAAABk/VCdklKUhlRE/S220/DSC_0590.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_00s815zTFWo/SJk0GLtnf_I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/C2oETrDTkws/s72-c/CORTADA.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7086084913996457372.post-3398868750984969987</id><published>2008-07-28T19:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-28T19:53:09.018-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_00s815zTFWo/SI6FbcbHf9I/AAAAAAAAAEM/Z2GQRqMneGE/s1600-h/26-07+(15).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228262923956617170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_00s815zTFWo/SI6FbcbHf9I/AAAAAAAAAEM/Z2GQRqMneGE/s320/26-07+(15).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#990000;"&gt;Israel um grande amigo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Ser amigo não é apenas estar presente em todas as horas, mas sim quando nós mais precisamos. Ser amigo é compartilhar todos os momentos desde as lágrimas ao mais belos sorrisos Ser amigo é ser fiel e confiável, pois onde não há confiança não há amizade. Ser amigo é estar disponível quando você estiver precisando de ajuda. Ser amigo é abrir mão de coisas boas para dedicar seu tempo a você. Ser amigo é saber brigar quando você estiver fazendo alguma coisa errada. Ser amigo é saber dizer não na hora certa, mesmo que a pessoa não volte a ser sua amiga, mas você sabe que um dia ela verá que você estava certa. Ser amigo é te orientar para o bom caminho. Ser amigo é aumentar sua auto-estima quando você estiver triste. Ser amigo é querer apenas o seu bem. Ser amigo é ser verdadeiro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.glitter-graphics.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://dl4.glitter-graphics.net/pub/716/716694cml6m9ukqc.gif" width="54" height="133" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#6600cc;"&gt;bjos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7086084913996457372-3398868750984969987?l=espacodeboravasconcelos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://espacodeboravasconcelos.blogspot.com/feeds/3398868750984969987/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7086084913996457372&amp;postID=3398868750984969987' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7086084913996457372/posts/default/3398868750984969987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7086084913996457372/posts/default/3398868750984969987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://espacodeboravasconcelos.blogspot.com/2008/07/israel-um-grande-amigo.html' title=''/><author><name>Débora Vasconcelos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00507823327492219329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_00s815zTFWo/SHKzeaZHbQI/AAAAAAAAABk/VCdklKUhlRE/S220/DSC_0590.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_00s815zTFWo/SI6FbcbHf9I/AAAAAAAAAEM/Z2GQRqMneGE/s72-c/26-07+(15).JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7086084913996457372.post-1156815655216268696</id><published>2008-07-26T20:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-26T20:28:55.168-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_00s815zTFWo/SIvp--jXXvI/AAAAAAAAAD4/4YlJkgIZ9IE/s1600-h/CÃ³pia+de+IMG_0324.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227529060646084338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_00s815zTFWo/SIvp--jXXvI/AAAAAAAAAD4/4YlJkgIZ9IE/s320/C%C3%B3pia+de+IMG_0324.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Onde andaras minha vida?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Pergunto-me agora onde andara minha vida?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;De olhos fechados já não sei quem sou, meus desejos já não compreendo...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mais vem em meu coração um desejo louco de chorar...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A coração!Tu que já foste tão guerreiro...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hoje vive solitário, já não sabes amar, e vive com medo, desprezado em meio seus próprios receios... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quisera eu entender-te&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Vê-lo sorrir novamente, e poder andar de braços dados com a felicidade!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E como se não houvesse tempo nem remédio, apenas tédio destes dias...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Que horas são...haaaaa&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Já e tarde mais por mais fechados que meus olhos estejam,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O sono não vem e o tempo não passa,Pensamentos vagos... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Os quais estou tentando entender&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O sono não vem...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A insônia trás consigo a angustia de uma noite fria...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A solidão assombra meu quarto, minha alma e meu coração.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E no silencio que vc pode ver quanta coisa trazemos,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Por de trás da cortina da nossa alma&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quanta sujeira jogamos para debaixo do tapete&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Encontramos dentro de nos vestígios de uma alma empoeirada&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A costumada a viver como se seguisse um manual de instruções&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Seguindo a risca passo a passo como uma maquina...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Destinada&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nascer... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sobreviver... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E morrer&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Estou cansada de trazer meu coração ferido por andar de cabeça baixa,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;De andar calada, com medo!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Estou cansada de trazer comigo meus sonhos em segredo...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Depois de muitas lagrimas derramar...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Meu corpo esta cansado... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E com a canseira o meu sono vem...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fico feliz em poder adormecer... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E pode sonhar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ali para pessoas como eu que anseiam por dias melhores&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Encontra-se o paraíso... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Que nos parece tão distante...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tão longe....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mas dentro de mim...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Amanha quando eu acordar...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quero viver meus sonhos..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quero improvisar cada detalhe do meu dia&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E buscar a alegria que existe dento do meu coração...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Por fim ..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eu encontarei a minha vida que a muito estava perdida!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.glitter-graphics.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://dl4.glitter-graphics.net/pub/794/794494lvbfd0jyq9.gif" width="110" height="150" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7086084913996457372-1156815655216268696?l=espacodeboravasconcelos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://espacodeboravasconcelos.blogspot.com/feeds/1156815655216268696/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7086084913996457372&amp;postID=1156815655216268696' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7086084913996457372.post-5150023641537523000</id><published>2008-07-22T22:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-22T22:35:45.182-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_00s815zTFWo/SIbCWpofyOI/AAAAAAAAADQ/fEg3wny2bOc/s1600-h/caua.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226078111998658786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_00s815zTFWo/SIbCWpofyOI/AAAAAAAAADQ/fEg3wny2bOc/s320/caua.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Como poderia falta a coisa mais importante na minha vida do que meu pimpolho pra quem não conhece este é o Cauã Héctor Vasconcelos Monteiro meu filho que hoje está com 1 ano e 7 meses de muitas alegrias pra mim, nunca pensei que fosse amar tanto ser mãe, realmente a coisa mais importante que poderia ter me acontecido.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Filho você chegou no momento certo quando eu mais precisa de alguém ao meu lado, te amo muito e sempre vou estar ao teu lado haja o que houver, você é tudo na minha vida viu....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;grandes beijos e cocégas da mamãe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.glitter-graphics.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://dl.glitter-graphics.net/pub/582/582751l93y93gc0f.gif" width="108" height="143" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fui&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7086084913996457372-5150023641537523000?l=espacodeboravasconcelos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://espacodeboravasconcelos.blogspot.com/feeds/5150023641537523000/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7086084913996457372&amp;postID=5150023641537523000' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7086084913996457372/posts/default/5150023641537523000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7086084913996457372/posts/default/5150023641537523000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://espacodeboravasconcelos.blogspot.com/2008/07/como-poderia-falta-coisa-mais.html' title=''/><author><name>Débora Vasconcelos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00507823327492219329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_00s815zTFWo/SHKzeaZHbQI/AAAAAAAAABk/VCdklKUhlRE/S220/DSC_0590.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_00s815zTFWo/SIbCWpofyOI/AAAAAAAAADQ/fEg3wny2bOc/s72-c/caua.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7086084913996457372.post-1549353798997262927</id><published>2008-07-22T20:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-22T20:13:22.913-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_00s815zTFWo/SIag17SAZDI/AAAAAAAAADI/izkfMQEJWe0/s1600-h/fzf.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226041265916765234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_00s815zTFWo/SIag17SAZDI/AAAAAAAAADI/izkfMQEJWe0/s320/fzf.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Um Amor Puro&lt;br /&gt;O que há dentro do meu coração &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Eu tenho guardado pra te dar &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;E todas as horas &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Que o tempo tem pra me conceder&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; São tuas até morrer &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;E a tua estória, eu não sei &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mas me diga só o que for bom &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Um amor tão puro &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Que ainda nem sabe a força que tem &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;É teu e de mais ninguém &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Te adoro em tudo, tudo, tudo &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Quero mais que tudo, tudo, tudo &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Te amar sem limites &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Viver uma grande estória &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Aqui ou noutro lugar &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Que pode ser feio ou bonito &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Se nós estivermos juntos &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Haverá um céu azul &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Um amor puro &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Não sabe a força que tem &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Meu amor eu juro &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ser teu e de mais ninguém &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Um amor puro ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.glitter-graphics.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://dl9.glitter-graphics.net/pub/1415/1415369q621ermck9.gif" width="46" height="135" border="0" /&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/7086084913996457372-1549353798997262927?l=espacodeboravasconcelos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://espacodeboravasconcelos.blogspot.com/feeds/1549353798997262927/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7086084913996457372&amp;postID=1549353798997262927' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7086084913996457372/posts/default/1549353798997262927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7086084913996457372/posts/default/1549353798997262927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://espacodeboravasconcelos.blogspot.com/2008/07/um-amor-puro-o-que-h-dentro-do-meu.html' title=''/><author><name>Débora Vasconcelos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00507823327492219329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_00s815zTFWo/SHKzeaZHbQI/AAAAAAAAABk/VCdklKUhlRE/S220/DSC_0590.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_00s815zTFWo/SIag17SAZDI/AAAAAAAAADI/izkfMQEJWe0/s72-c/fzf.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7086084913996457372.post-7090682098217068471</id><published>2008-07-22T00:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-22T00:15:46.100-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_00s815zTFWo/SIWGMq0Yk-I/AAAAAAAAADA/TZ-WztMgDpI/s1600-h/IMG_0270.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225730494843884514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_00s815zTFWo/SIWGMq0Yk-I/AAAAAAAAADA/TZ-WztMgDpI/s320/IMG_0270.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Luana uma amiga incondicional, aquela que está presentes em todos os momentos quando precisamos de uma ajuda pra não cair de tanto rir, quando precisamos de um colo por um coração partido, quando não aguento mais dançar e só de olhar pra ela me animo tudo de novo, rsrs por que ela simplesmente é assim rsrsrs contagiante e empolgante rsrsrs... dona de um olhar penetrante e só dela, invejada e odiada por alguns mas incrivelmente amada por muitos, um verdadeiro " &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MITO &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt; conhece não então tá perdendo ela &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;LUANA BASTOS&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; precisa flar mais nada procure saber e vai descobrir por que palavras pra descreve-la seriam impossivel afinal é sempre uma caixinha de mistérios loucos pra serem desvendados...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Luu &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;TE AMO&lt;/span&gt; demais sabes disso né nem preciso dizer rsrsrsr...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;bjussss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7086084913996457372-7090682098217068471?l=espacodeboravasconcelos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://espacodeboravasconcelos.blogspot.com/feeds/7090682098217068471/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7086084913996457372&amp;postID=7090682098217068471' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7086084913996457372/posts/default/7090682098217068471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7086084913996457372/posts/default/7090682098217068471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://espacodeboravasconcelos.blogspot.com/2008/07/luana-uma-amiga-incondicional-aquela.html' title=''/><author><name>Débora Vasconcelos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00507823327492219329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_00s815zTFWo/SHKzeaZHbQI/AAAAAAAAABk/VCdklKUhlRE/S220/DSC_0590.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_00s815zTFWo/SIWGMq0Yk-I/AAAAAAAAADA/TZ-WztMgDpI/s72-c/IMG_0270.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7086084913996457372.post-4216072081377279144</id><published>2008-07-19T17:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-19T17:46:10.835-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_00s815zTFWo/SIKJzf_SuJI/AAAAAAAAAC4/wnMog9-JOR8/s1600-h/Fotos+_DÃ©bora_Vasconcelos_Portal+Atualizado[1].com_Summer+_Nights+_GalÃ¡xia+Festas_18_de_Julho_de_2008++(2).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224890035556497554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_00s815zTFWo/SIKJzf_SuJI/AAAAAAAAAC4/wnMog9-JOR8/s320/Fotos+_D%C3%A9bora_Vasconcelos_Portal+Atualizado%5B1%5D.com_Summer+_Nights+_Gal%C3%A1xia+Festas_18_de_Julho_de_2008++(2).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Amigos Para Sempre&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eu não tenho nada pra dizer você parece no momento até saber como eu estou sofrendo.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Vem, veja através dos olhos meus a emoção que sinto em estar aqui,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Seguir seu coração e amando.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Amigos para sempre é o que nós iremos ser.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Na primavera ou em qualquer das estações.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nas horas tristes nos momentos de prazer,amigos para sempre&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Amigos para sempre é o que nós iremos ser&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Na primavera ou em qualquer das estações&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nas horas tristes nos momentos de prazer,amigos para sempre&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Você pode estar longe, muito longe sim.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mas por te amar sinto você perto de mim, e o meu coração contente.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Não nos perderemos, não te esquecerei.você é minha vida, tudo que eu sonhei.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ligues para mim um dia.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Amigos para sempre é o que nós iremos ser.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Na primavera ou em qualquer das estações.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nas horas tristes nos momentos de prazer,amigos para sempre.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Amigos para sempre é o que nós iremos ser.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Na primavera ou em qualquer das estações&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nas horas tristes nos momentos de prazer,amigos para sempre.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Não nos perderemos, não te esquecerei.você é minha vida, tudo que eu sonhei.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ligues para mim um dia.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Amigos para sempre é o que nós iremos ser.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Na primavera ou em qualquer das estações.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nas horas tristes nos momentos de prazer,amigos para sempre.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Amigos para sempre é o que nós iremos ser.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Na primavera ou em qualquer das estações,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nas horas tristes nos momentos de prazer,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;amigos para sempre, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;amigos para sempre.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7086084913996457372-4216072081377279144?l=espacodeboravasconcelos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://espacodeboravasconcelos.blogspot.com/feeds/4216072081377279144/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7086084913996457372&amp;postID=4216072081377279144' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7086084913996457372/posts/default/4216072081377279144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7086084913996457372/posts/default/4216072081377279144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://espacodeboravasconcelos.blogspot.com/2008/07/amigos-para-sempre-eu-no-tenho-nada-pra.html' title=''/><author><name>Débora Vasconcelos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00507823327492219329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_00s815zTFWo/SHKzeaZHbQI/AAAAAAAAABk/VCdklKUhlRE/S220/DSC_0590.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_00s815zTFWo/SIKJzf_SuJI/AAAAAAAAAC4/wnMog9-JOR8/s72-c/Fotos+_D%C3%A9bora_Vasconcelos_Portal+Atualizado%5B1%5D.com_Summer+_Nights+_Gal%C3%A1xia+Festas_18_de_Julho_de_2008++(2).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7086084913996457372.post-6919818975732751357</id><published>2008-07-19T17:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-19T17:33:40.201-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_00s815zTFWo/SIKHFSwiqmI/AAAAAAAAACw/sLfF1gM35KQ/s1600-h/IMG_0207.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224887042707728994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_00s815zTFWo/SIKHFSwiqmI/AAAAAAAAACw/sLfF1gM35KQ/s320/IMG_0207.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A amizade torna os fardos mais levesporque os divide pelo meio.&lt;br /&gt;A amizade intensifica as alegrias,elevando ao quadrado, na matemática do coração.&lt;br /&gt;A amizade esvazia o sofrimentoporque a simples lembrança do amigoacalma com jeito de talco na ferida.&lt;br /&gt;A amizade ameniza as tarefas difíceisporque a gente não as realiza sozinho:são dois cérebros pensando e quatro braços agindo.&lt;br /&gt;A amizade diminui distâncias.Embora longe, o amigo é alguém perto de nós.&lt;br /&gt;A amizade enseja confidências redentoras;problema partilhado, percalço amaciado,felicidade repartida, ventura acrescida.&lt;br /&gt;A amizade coloca música epoesia na banalidade do cotidiano.&lt;br /&gt;A amizade é a doce canção da vidae a poesia da eternidade.&lt;br /&gt;O amigo é a outra metade da gente; o lado claro e melhor.&lt;br /&gt;Sempre que encontramos um amigo,encontramos um pouco mais de nós mesmos.&lt;br /&gt;O amigo revê, desvenda, conforta.&lt;br /&gt;É uma porta sempre aberta em qualquer situação.&lt;br /&gt;O amigo, na hora certa, é sol ao meio-dia,estrela na escuridão.&lt;br /&gt;O amigo é bússola e rota no oceano,porto seguro na tribulação.&lt;br /&gt;O amigo é o milagre do calor humano que Deus opera num coração.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7086084913996457372-6919818975732751357?l=espacodeboravasconcelos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://espacodeboravasconcelos.blogspot.com/feeds/6919818975732751357/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7086084913996457372&amp;postID=6919818975732751357' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7086084913996457372/posts/default/6919818975732751357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7086084913996457372/posts/default/6919818975732751357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://espacodeboravasconcelos.blogspot.com/2008/07/amizade-torna-os-fardos-mais.html' title=''/><author><name>Débora Vasconcelos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00507823327492219329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_00s815zTFWo/SHKzeaZHbQI/AAAAAAAAABk/VCdklKUhlRE/S220/DSC_0590.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_00s815zTFWo/SIKHFSwiqmI/AAAAAAAAACw/sLfF1gM35KQ/s72-c/IMG_0207.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7086084913996457372.post-963951922721937715</id><published>2008-07-17T20:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-17T20:20:20.703-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_00s815zTFWo/SIALICzfFeI/AAAAAAAAACo/at6U0C2wDmI/s1600-h/CÃ³pia+de+IMG_0482.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224187800569452002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_00s815zTFWo/SIALICzfFeI/AAAAAAAAACo/at6U0C2wDmI/s320/C%C3%B3pia+de+IMG_0482.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;•"Amar não é simplesmente dizer eu te amo... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Amar não é pensar que ama sem sentir o amor...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Amar não é ser amado e não saber o que significa...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;As vezes pessoas confundem o gostar com Amar..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E quem AMA de verdade sabe a diferença..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eu te amo é muito forte pra ser dito a toa...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eu te amo não se diz por dizer...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Não se fala por falar...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Temos que saber o que é gostar e Amar... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O que é dizer e sentir...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dizer eu te amo qualquer um pode dizer...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mas poucos vão saber realmente Amar!!!" &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;•"Passamos a amar não quando encontramos uma pessoa perfeita, mas quando aprendemos a ver perfeitamente uma pessoa imperfeita" &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;•"Tudo que é bom dura o tempo necessário para ser inesquecível" &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;•"Se um dia lágrimas vierem ao seu rosto, não pense no porque! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pense nas folhas do outono, elas não caem porque querem, e sim porque chegou a hora .... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7086084913996457372-963951922721937715?l=espacodeboravasconcelos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://espacodeboravasconcelos.blogspot.com/feeds/963951922721937715/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7086084913996457372&amp;postID=963951922721937715' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7086084913996457372/posts/default/963951922721937715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7086084913996457372/posts/default/963951922721937715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://espacodeboravasconcelos.blogspot.com/2008/07/amar-no-simplesmente-dizer-eu-te-amo.html' title=''/><author><name>Débora Vasconcelos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00507823327492219329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_00s815zTFWo/SHKzeaZHbQI/AAAAAAAAABk/VCdklKUhlRE/S220/DSC_0590.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_00s815zTFWo/SIALICzfFeI/AAAAAAAAACo/at6U0C2wDmI/s72-c/C%C3%B3pia+de+IMG_0482.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7086084913996457372.post-6124804403335300547</id><published>2008-07-16T23:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-17T00:20:08.796-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Débora Vasconcelos resumindo.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_00s815zTFWo/SH7r_kO2KuI/AAAAAAAAACE/WCNJUqMTLfc/s1600-h/dizer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223872095086586594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_00s815zTFWo/SH7r_kO2KuI/AAAAAAAAACE/WCNJUqMTLfc/s320/dizer.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Oi prazer me conhece... não então me apresento ... Débora Vasconcelos, nascida em 02 / 05 / 1980 na cidade de São José dos Campos - São Paulo e criada a vida toda em Tremembé interior de São Paulo, tenho atualmente 28 anos sou até o presente momento loira ( até que de a loka de mudar de novo rsrsrs ) olhos verdes, 1,82 de altura ( um abuso não acha pra que tantooo ) e 58 kls digamos estratégicamente distribuidos rsrsrsrs, sou uma pessoa de temperamento um tanto dificil carinhosa, amorosa, compreensiva e amiga quando quero e com quem eu quero, e insuportável pra quem não quero, adoro uma baladinha, viver rodeada de amigos e principalmente da familia que sempre me acompanha seja em pessoa ou no coração, pessoa que amo mais do que tudo nesta vida ... existe apenas duas... meu filho Cauã Héctor e meu pai Marcos Antonio os homens que tenho certeza irão me amar pro resto da vida rsrsrs já fui casada duas vezes mas ainda não conseguiram me colocar coleira gosto de ter asas e odeio imposições, moro agora em Manaus há praticamente 1 ano lugar onde fiz grandes amizades, amizades estas que dou muito valor pois amigos são pra sempre mas colegas a gente acaba esquecendo um dia ... agora não posso deixar de dizer que tem também os amigos de sampa que tenho muitas saudades e carregos aqui no peito com muito carinho e sempre que posso corro pros braços deles... alguns como &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Rose, Meire, Mara, Adriene, Aline, Natali, Paulo, Sandro, Ana, Carol, Camila, Rubia, &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Fabiano&lt;/span&gt;, Mariane, Silvinha, Elieni, Ana Flavia, Lene, Elaine, Mariana, Wagner, Mercia, Francine, Wall, Elaine, Gu, Juliano, Moira, Augusto, Didi, Meyre, Zé Oliver, Willian, Graysson, Thalita, Anelise, Doção, Francine, Thamila, Jéssica Reis, Walber&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, nossa são tantos que pelo amor de deus sei que devo ter esquecido muitos que amo de paixão mas olha posso ter esquecido de escrever mas na minha lembrança vc sempre tá aqui tá e AMO DEMAIS TODOS VCS sinto estar tão longe mas pode deixar que já já to ai...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Está sou eu uma pessoa que dá muito valor a Familia e a amigos de coração e que se vc quizer conhecer um pouquinho mais é só embarcar aqui rsrsrs..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;bjundas a todos...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Dé&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7086084913996457372-6124804403335300547?l=espacodeboravasconcelos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://espacodeboravasconcelos.blogspot.com/feeds/6124804403335300547/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7086084913996457372&amp;postID=6124804403335300547' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7086084913996457372/posts/default/6124804403335300547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7086084913996457372/posts/default/6124804403335300547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://espacodeboravasconcelos.blogspot.com/2008/07/dbora-vasconcelos-resumindo.html' title='Débora Vasconcelos resumindo.....'/><author><name>Débora Vasconcelos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00507823327492219329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_00s815zTFWo/SHKzeaZHbQI/AAAAAAAAABk/VCdklKUhlRE/S220/DSC_0590.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_00s815zTFWo/SH7r_kO2KuI/AAAAAAAAACE/WCNJUqMTLfc/s72-c/dizer.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
