<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2506627560556776011</id><updated>2011-09-15T05:50:00.336-07:00</updated><category term='Dança Indiana'/><category term='Aline Civinelli'/><category term='India'/><category term='Núcleo de Dança e Yoga Mahalakshimi'/><title type='text'>Minha vida comigo</title><subtitle type='html'>Meu Infinito Particular</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alinecivinelli.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2506627560556776011/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alinecivinelli.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Aline Civinelli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03921265106949547037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>49</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2506627560556776011.post-5637466105703251483</id><published>2010-07-18T07:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-18T07:52:34.868-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Voltei!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zu7xaCUOPMQ/TEMUaHCukCI/AAAAAAAAAiA/fSk4yNenlzk/s1600/CIMG4819.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495258409121779746" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zu7xaCUOPMQ/TEMUaHCukCI/AAAAAAAAAiA/fSk4yNenlzk/s400/CIMG4819.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                       &lt;em&gt;Detalhe casa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Vim aqui checar se precisaria mudar alguma coisa ou deletar alguma postagem deste blog.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Decidi que NÃO!!! De maneira alguma...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Agora que resolvi voltar, relendo todos os post, percebi o quanto há de mim em cada um deles.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Falei de transformação, decisão, tomar a vida em suas próprias mãos, medo, desejos, prazeres e principalmente AMOR!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Sim, este foi o foco deste blog o tempo todo, e hoje percebo o por quê.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Depois de muitas mudanças, em minha casa que tanto amo e construíndo uma família, percebo que tudo sempre girou e continua girando em torno do amor!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Podemos estar certos ou errados, em dúvida ou não, com medo ou muita coragem, mas o que nos guia, o que ME guia é o Amor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Não é a toa que o primeiro post do Blog é o poema Metade do Oswaldo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Foi bom relê-lo (o blog) e retomá-lo. Agora que estou com um novo blog, com objetivo diferente, decidi manter os 2!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;E aqui vai o endereço para os amantes da India!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.encantosdaindia.wordpress.com/"&gt;http://www.encantosdaindia.wordpress.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Namastê!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2506627560556776011-5637466105703251483?l=alinecivinelli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alinecivinelli.blogspot.com/feeds/5637466105703251483/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2506627560556776011&amp;postID=5637466105703251483&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2506627560556776011/posts/default/5637466105703251483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2506627560556776011/posts/default/5637466105703251483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alinecivinelli.blogspot.com/2010/07/voltei.html' title='Voltei!'/><author><name>Aline Civinelli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03921265106949547037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zu7xaCUOPMQ/TEMUaHCukCI/AAAAAAAAAiA/fSk4yNenlzk/s72-c/CIMG4819.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2506627560556776011.post-6794531557934057544</id><published>2009-06-24T11:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T11:20:31.129-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Amar é mudar a alma de casa."</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zu7xaCUOPMQ/SkJuWu2xfZI/AAAAAAAAAfs/PVDuJfM5oKo/s1600-h/brinde.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350960644083514770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 289px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zu7xaCUOPMQ/SkJuWu2xfZI/AAAAAAAAAfs/PVDuJfM5oKo/s400/brinde.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2506627560556776011-6794531557934057544?l=alinecivinelli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alinecivinelli.blogspot.com/feeds/6794531557934057544/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2506627560556776011&amp;postID=6794531557934057544&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2506627560556776011/posts/default/6794531557934057544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2506627560556776011/posts/default/6794531557934057544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alinecivinelli.blogspot.com/2009/06/amar-e-mudar-alma-de-casa.html' title='&quot;Amar é mudar a alma de casa.&quot;'/><author><name>Aline Civinelli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03921265106949547037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zu7xaCUOPMQ/SkJuWu2xfZI/AAAAAAAAAfs/PVDuJfM5oKo/s72-c/brinde.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2506627560556776011.post-6353244114059676340</id><published>2008-12-27T08:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-27T09:05:43.561-08:00</updated><title type='text'>2009!</title><content type='html'>Um 2009 de muito amor, paz e felicidades para todos!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Novo endereço da página:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;www.alinecivinelli.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NAMASTÊ!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2506627560556776011-6353244114059676340?l=alinecivinelli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alinecivinelli.blogspot.com/feeds/6353244114059676340/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2506627560556776011&amp;postID=6353244114059676340&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2506627560556776011/posts/default/6353244114059676340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2506627560556776011/posts/default/6353244114059676340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alinecivinelli.blogspot.com/2008/12/2009.html' title='2009!'/><author><name>Aline Civinelli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03921265106949547037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2506627560556776011.post-3562082687692715815</id><published>2008-11-02T19:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T19:56:50.991-08:00</updated><title type='text'>O Sonho Atual!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zu7xaCUOPMQ/SQ52cGVMH2I/AAAAAAAAAbw/hy_bXQYZI6g/s1600-h/Puntacana.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264275239550590818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zu7xaCUOPMQ/SQ52cGVMH2I/AAAAAAAAAbw/hy_bXQYZI6g/s400/Puntacana.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Fortes razões, fazem fortes ações.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;William Shakespeare&lt;br /&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/2506627560556776011-3562082687692715815?l=alinecivinelli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alinecivinelli.blogspot.com/feeds/3562082687692715815/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2506627560556776011&amp;postID=3562082687692715815&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2506627560556776011/posts/default/3562082687692715815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2506627560556776011/posts/default/3562082687692715815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alinecivinelli.blogspot.com/2008/11/o-sonho-atual.html' title='O Sonho Atual!!!'/><author><name>Aline Civinelli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03921265106949547037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zu7xaCUOPMQ/SQ52cGVMH2I/AAAAAAAAAbw/hy_bXQYZI6g/s72-c/Puntacana.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2506627560556776011.post-1885406208891050384</id><published>2008-10-02T21:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T21:46:29.343-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Darshan!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zu7xaCUOPMQ/SOWjb1CIs_I/AAAAAAAAAWM/pIBni4FAqac/s1600-h/cartaz_darshan_web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252784238885385202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zu7xaCUOPMQ/SOWjb1CIs_I/AAAAAAAAAWM/pIBni4FAqac/s400/cartaz_darshan_web.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Darshan&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A delicada relação através da dança&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Núcleo de Dança Mahalakshimi&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Para ensinar algo a uma criança, é preciso amá-la primeiro. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Korczak &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;O Espetáculo Darshan - A delicada relação através da dança, conta história do surgimento da Dança Indiana, desde as Devadassis - meninas que eram entregues aos templos como oferenda e dedicavam a vida ao aprendizado da Dança Clássica Indiana e aos Deuses, passando então pela modificação deste sistema e chegando na forma que este aprendizado é feito hoje: Mestre x Aluno, sistema Gurukulam. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Através de duas crianças que iniciam o aprendizado de Dança Clássica Indiana Bharathanatyam e Mohiniattam, introduzimos um tema muito importante: A Relação Mestre e Aluno.Uma delicada e sagrada união, onde a responsabilidade sobre a vida daquela criança é depositada nas mãos de seu professor, e em resposta à esta confiança, o mestre passa a amá-lo como um filho, ensinado não só a sua maior riqueza, a Dança Clássica, mas sim à viver.&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/2506627560556776011-1885406208891050384?l=alinecivinelli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alinecivinelli.blogspot.com/feeds/1885406208891050384/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2506627560556776011&amp;postID=1885406208891050384&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2506627560556776011/posts/default/1885406208891050384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2506627560556776011/posts/default/1885406208891050384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alinecivinelli.blogspot.com/2008/10/darshan.html' title='Darshan!!!'/><author><name>Aline Civinelli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03921265106949547037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zu7xaCUOPMQ/SOWjb1CIs_I/AAAAAAAAAWM/pIBni4FAqac/s72-c/cartaz_darshan_web.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2506627560556776011.post-5252836859318238616</id><published>2008-09-07T14:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T14:50:09.318-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Felicidade</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zu7xaCUOPMQ/SMRML2cx89I/AAAAAAAAASg/DvhKlQBAQ10/s1600-h/gili-meno.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243399632644600786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zu7xaCUOPMQ/SMRML2cx89I/AAAAAAAAASg/DvhKlQBAQ10/s400/gili-meno.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"...as pessoas tendem a pensar universalmente que a felicidade é um golpe de sorte, algo que talvez lhe aconteça se você tiver sorte o suficiente, como o tempo bom.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mas não é assim que a felicidade funciona. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A felicidade é consequência de um esforço pessoal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Você luta por ela, faz força para obtê-la, insiste nela, e algumas vezes viaja o mundo à sua procura.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Você precisa participar o tempo todo das manifestações de suas próprias bençãos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;E, uma vez alcançado um estado de felicidade, nunca deve relaxar em sua manutenção, deve fazer um esforço sobre-humano para continuar para sempre nadando contra a corrente rumo a essa felicidade, para permanecer flutuando em cima dela.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Se não fizer isto, seu contentamento interno irá se esvair.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;É muito fácil rezar quando se está passando por um momento difícil, mas continuar a rezar mesmo quando sua crise já passou é como um processo de selamento, que ajuda sua alma a se aferrar às coisas boas que conquistou."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Elizabeth Gilbert!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2506627560556776011-5252836859318238616?l=alinecivinelli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alinecivinelli.blogspot.com/feeds/5252836859318238616/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2506627560556776011&amp;postID=5252836859318238616&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2506627560556776011/posts/default/5252836859318238616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2506627560556776011/posts/default/5252836859318238616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alinecivinelli.blogspot.com/2008/09/felicidade.html' title='Felicidade'/><author><name>Aline Civinelli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03921265106949547037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zu7xaCUOPMQ/SMRML2cx89I/AAAAAAAAASg/DvhKlQBAQ10/s72-c/gili-meno.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2506627560556776011.post-8445605628895664509</id><published>2008-09-05T19:13:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T19:14:59.185-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Coragem!</title><content type='html'>Quando você sentir que pegou algum caminho só porque é seguro...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Respire fundo e pule!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2506627560556776011-8445605628895664509?l=alinecivinelli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alinecivinelli.blogspot.com/feeds/8445605628895664509/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2506627560556776011&amp;postID=8445605628895664509&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2506627560556776011/posts/default/8445605628895664509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2506627560556776011/posts/default/8445605628895664509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alinecivinelli.blogspot.com/2008/09/coragem.html' title='Coragem!'/><author><name>Aline Civinelli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03921265106949547037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2506627560556776011.post-4086708662646452219</id><published>2008-09-04T08:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T08:17:20.871-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Eclipse Infinito...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; Quando o SOL e a LUA se encontraram pela primeira vez, se apaixonaram perdidamente e a partir daí começaram a viver um grande amor.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zu7xaCUOPMQ/SL_7uJF9DWI/AAAAAAAAASQ/qC6tYUjDoL8/s1600-h/eclipse_lunar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242185261415992674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zu7xaCUOPMQ/SL_7uJF9DWI/AAAAAAAAASQ/qC6tYUjDoL8/s400/eclipse_lunar.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Hoje fazem exatamente 8 meses, infinitos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242185351032715906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zu7xaCUOPMQ/SL_7zW8PuoI/AAAAAAAAASY/l5xVtai-yCU/s400/Amor-infinito" border="0" /&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/2506627560556776011-4086708662646452219?l=alinecivinelli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alinecivinelli.blogspot.com/feeds/4086708662646452219/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2506627560556776011&amp;postID=4086708662646452219&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2506627560556776011/posts/default/4086708662646452219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2506627560556776011/posts/default/4086708662646452219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alinecivinelli.blogspot.com/2008/09/eclipse-infinito.html' title='Eclipse Infinito...'/><author><name>Aline Civinelli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03921265106949547037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zu7xaCUOPMQ/SL_7uJF9DWI/AAAAAAAAASQ/qC6tYUjDoL8/s72-c/eclipse_lunar.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2506627560556776011.post-9150250544200068314</id><published>2008-09-04T07:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T07:35:56.536-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Resignação ou Pensar sobre a vida ou Tempo de descanso...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Cuidado com o que vc pede, pois pode ser atendido..."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Rs&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Pois é, aqui estou em mais um momento estranho da vida.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Como assim ter que imobilizar o pé?!?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Me sinto com uma adolescente de 15 anos, quando isto não era agradável, mas também nao bagunçava tanto minha vida.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ela está de pernas pro ar!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;E eu aqui, parada, entre a internet, tv e livros...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Não que eu não goste disto, mas geralmente o que temos que fazer obrigados, não é bom, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;não é mesmo?!?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Aproveitar o tempo com coisas úteis, é tudo que posso fazer...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Resignar, pensar, descansar e sonhar!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sempre!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zu7xaCUOPMQ/SL_wUjDKFeI/AAAAAAAAASI/x7p9rxfUhPo/s1600-h/111758.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242172727079081442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zu7xaCUOPMQ/SL_wUjDKFeI/AAAAAAAAASI/x7p9rxfUhPo/s400/111758.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&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/2506627560556776011-9150250544200068314?l=alinecivinelli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alinecivinelli.blogspot.com/feeds/9150250544200068314/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2506627560556776011&amp;postID=9150250544200068314&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2506627560556776011/posts/default/9150250544200068314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2506627560556776011/posts/default/9150250544200068314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alinecivinelli.blogspot.com/2008/09/resignao-ou-pensar-sobre-vida-ou-tempo.html' title='Resignação ou Pensar sobre a vida ou Tempo de descanso...'/><author><name>Aline Civinelli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03921265106949547037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zu7xaCUOPMQ/SL_wUjDKFeI/AAAAAAAAASI/x7p9rxfUhPo/s72-c/111758.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2506627560556776011.post-5461524719863909870</id><published>2008-08-07T07:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-07T07:10:08.617-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Dança em Minha Vida!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zu7xaCUOPMQ/SJsB_-3w6sI/AAAAAAAAAR4/9oKKwF6C50k/s1600-h/prema+(393).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231777590841240258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zu7xaCUOPMQ/SJsB_-3w6sI/AAAAAAAAAR4/9oKKwF6C50k/s400/prema+(393).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Se ouvires o chamado do Oriente, já não ouvirás mais nada". &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(Edward Kipling)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zu7xaCUOPMQ/SJsAy_3epeI/AAAAAAAAARw/QNHON0yrwPg/s1600-h/Fotos+recentes+NOVDEZ+07+394.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231776268258551266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zu7xaCUOPMQ/SJsAy_3epeI/AAAAAAAAARw/QNHON0yrwPg/s400/Fotos+recentes+NOVDEZ+07+394.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Amo Tanto...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&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/2506627560556776011-5461524719863909870?l=alinecivinelli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alinecivinelli.blogspot.com/feeds/5461524719863909870/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2506627560556776011&amp;postID=5461524719863909870&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2506627560556776011/posts/default/5461524719863909870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2506627560556776011/posts/default/5461524719863909870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alinecivinelli.blogspot.com/2008/08/dana-em-minha-vida.html' title='A Dança em Minha Vida!!!'/><author><name>Aline Civinelli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03921265106949547037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zu7xaCUOPMQ/SJsB_-3w6sI/AAAAAAAAAR4/9oKKwF6C50k/s72-c/prema+(393).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2506627560556776011.post-4823838248328207468</id><published>2008-07-29T23:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T20:13:54.496-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Verdade!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Esta é a hora da verdade.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Venha, aqui estou.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zu7xaCUOPMQ/SJAHvFDaS_I/AAAAAAAAARo/1HtN6gkdQsI/s1600-h/coracao-de-barro-ok.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228687672768875506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zu7xaCUOPMQ/SJAHvFDaS_I/AAAAAAAAARo/1HtN6gkdQsI/s400/coracao-de-barro-ok.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Primeiro Passo: Aprenda a aceitar que as coisas mudam...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Então entenda que algumas destas coisa &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;definitivamente não dependem de vc...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E sim, do outro.&lt;br /&gt;Vivemos em constante mudança...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E perceba que por mais que vc ame, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;vc não pode controlar o outro...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E que algumas promessas perdem o sentido com o tempo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;E vc não deve cobrá-las à qualquer custo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Veja o outro, o que ele realmente sente e está tentando te dizer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E não somente o que vc gostaria...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Assim, será mais sincera com vc.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enxergue a verdade que está na sua frente, e lembre-se sempre:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A PIOR VERADADE é sempre MELHOR do que a &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;mais doce e reconfortante MENTIRA.&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/2506627560556776011-4823838248328207468?l=alinecivinelli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alinecivinelli.blogspot.com/feeds/4823838248328207468/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2506627560556776011&amp;postID=4823838248328207468&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2506627560556776011/posts/default/4823838248328207468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2506627560556776011/posts/default/4823838248328207468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alinecivinelli.blogspot.com/2008/07/verdade.html' title='Verdade!!!'/><author><name>Aline Civinelli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03921265106949547037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zu7xaCUOPMQ/SJAHvFDaS_I/AAAAAAAAARo/1HtN6gkdQsI/s72-c/coracao-de-barro-ok.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2506627560556776011.post-7365245757904308109</id><published>2008-07-23T14:31:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T20:13:54.659-08:00</updated><title type='text'>É Preciso...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zu7xaCUOPMQ/SIek0G480mI/AAAAAAAAARg/AfHIWbY27Hk/s1600-h/lua.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226327107696382562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zu7xaCUOPMQ/SIek0G480mI/AAAAAAAAARg/AfHIWbY27Hk/s400/lua.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"... É preciso estar preparado para tumultuosas e intermináveis ondas de transformação."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2506627560556776011-7365245757904308109?l=alinecivinelli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alinecivinelli.blogspot.com/feeds/7365245757904308109/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2506627560556776011&amp;postID=7365245757904308109&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2506627560556776011/posts/default/7365245757904308109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2506627560556776011/posts/default/7365245757904308109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alinecivinelli.blogspot.com/2008/07/preciso.html' title='É Preciso...'/><author><name>Aline Civinelli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03921265106949547037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zu7xaCUOPMQ/SIek0G480mI/AAAAAAAAARg/AfHIWbY27Hk/s72-c/lua.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2506627560556776011.post-7893920791900876860</id><published>2008-07-18T11:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T20:13:54.863-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zu7xaCUOPMQ/SIDkdU13G6I/AAAAAAAAARY/VnQ3QfFVV1I/s1600-h/Aline+Civinelli+India1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224426760211733410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zu7xaCUOPMQ/SIDkdU13G6I/AAAAAAAAARY/VnQ3QfFVV1I/s400/Aline+Civinelli+India1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Qual objetivo você almeja agora?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; E qual é o dele?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Deixar essa questão de lado e ficar junto simplesmente por ficar,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; é um contra-senso. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;O incentivo mútuo para que ambos alcancem seus objetivos,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; é parte preciosa da união."&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/2506627560556776011-7893920791900876860?l=alinecivinelli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alinecivinelli.blogspot.com/feeds/7893920791900876860/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2506627560556776011&amp;postID=7893920791900876860&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2506627560556776011/posts/default/7893920791900876860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2506627560556776011/posts/default/7893920791900876860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alinecivinelli.blogspot.com/2008/07/qual-objetivo-voc-almeja-agora-e-qual-o.html' title=''/><author><name>Aline Civinelli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03921265106949547037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zu7xaCUOPMQ/SIDkdU13G6I/AAAAAAAAARY/VnQ3QfFVV1I/s72-c/Aline+Civinelli+India1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2506627560556776011.post-3037592064840824554</id><published>2008-07-18T11:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T20:13:55.199-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Faça o que é correto:</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zu7xaCUOPMQ/SIDhc8xCkSI/AAAAAAAAARQ/0jQRYxePtBk/s1600-h/Othon.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224423455214178594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zu7xaCUOPMQ/SIDhc8xCkSI/AAAAAAAAARQ/0jQRYxePtBk/s400/Othon.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Diga a verdade, diga a verdade, diga a verdade.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;(Sheryl Louise Moller)&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/2506627560556776011-3037592064840824554?l=alinecivinelli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alinecivinelli.blogspot.com/feeds/3037592064840824554/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2506627560556776011&amp;postID=3037592064840824554&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2506627560556776011/posts/default/3037592064840824554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2506627560556776011/posts/default/3037592064840824554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alinecivinelli.blogspot.com/2008/07/faa-o-que-correto.html' title='Faça o que é correto:'/><author><name>Aline Civinelli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03921265106949547037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zu7xaCUOPMQ/SIDhc8xCkSI/AAAAAAAAARQ/0jQRYxePtBk/s72-c/Othon.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2506627560556776011.post-3392338229492274540</id><published>2008-07-09T21:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-09T21:39:19.511-07:00</updated><title type='text'>É...</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;PENSAMENTO DO DIA: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;“Todos queremos que nossa vida se modifique, que as situações fiquem melhores e mais fáceis, mas não queremos ser obrigados a mudar” – Louise Hay, terapeuta, professora e orientadora espiritual&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2506627560556776011-3392338229492274540?l=alinecivinelli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alinecivinelli.blogspot.com/feeds/3392338229492274540/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2506627560556776011&amp;postID=3392338229492274540&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2506627560556776011/posts/default/3392338229492274540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2506627560556776011/posts/default/3392338229492274540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alinecivinelli.blogspot.com/2008/07/blog-post.html' title='É...'/><author><name>Aline Civinelli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03921265106949547037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2506627560556776011.post-5834275992360079178</id><published>2008-07-09T21:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-09T21:09:02.478-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Medo?!</title><content type='html'>"O que você faria se não tivesse medo?"&lt;br /&gt;A pergunta visitava sua mente de minuto em minuto, em uma repetição enlouquecedora. Procurava centenas de respostas, mas, no fundo, já sabia.&lt;br /&gt;"Arriscaria para ser feliz".E foi assim que ela resolveu.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2506627560556776011-5834275992360079178?l=alinecivinelli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alinecivinelli.blogspot.com/feeds/5834275992360079178/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2506627560556776011&amp;postID=5834275992360079178&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2506627560556776011/posts/default/5834275992360079178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2506627560556776011/posts/default/5834275992360079178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alinecivinelli.blogspot.com/2008/07/medo.html' title='Medo?!'/><author><name>Aline Civinelli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03921265106949547037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2506627560556776011.post-184394288523081097</id><published>2008-07-07T21:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T20:13:55.474-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Underneath your clothes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zu7xaCUOPMQ/SHLqVfnzD0I/AAAAAAAAAQw/BHBf64S8xv8/s1600-h/Luaeeu.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220492573062401858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zu7xaCUOPMQ/SHLqVfnzD0I/AAAAAAAAAQw/BHBf64S8xv8/s400/Luaeeu.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You're a song&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Written by the hands of God&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Don't get me wrong 'cuz&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This might sound to you a bit odd&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But you own the place&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Where all my thoughts go hiding&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And right under your clothes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Is where I find them&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Underneath your clothes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;There's an endless story&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;There's the man I chose&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;There's my territory&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And all the things I deserve&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;For being such a good girl honey&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Because of you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I forgot the smart ways to lie&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Because of you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm running out of reasons to cry&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When my friends are gone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When my parties over&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We will still belong to each other&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I love you more than all that's on the planet&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Movin' talkin' walkin' breathing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You know it's true&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh baby it's so funny&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You almost don't believe it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;As every voice is hanging from the silence&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Lamps are hanging from the ceiling&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Like a lady tied to her manners&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm tied up to this feeling&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Você é uma canção &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Escrita pelas mãos de Deus&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; Não me entenda errado porque&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; Isto pode soar um pouco estranho &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mas você é o dono do lugar &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Onde todos meus pensamentos vão se esconder &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;E bem debaixo de suas roupas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; É onde eu os encontro &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Debaixo de suas roupas &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Há uma história infinita&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; Há o homem que eu escolhi &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Há o meu território &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;E todas as coisas que eu mereço &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Por ser uma boa menina &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Por causa de você&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; Eu esqueci das formas inteligentes de mentir&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; Por causa de você &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Eu fujo das razões para chorar &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Quando os amigos se forem &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Quando as festas terminarem &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Nós ainda pertenceremos um ao outro&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; Eu o amo mais que tudo neste planeta&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; Viver, falar, andar, respirar, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Você sabe que é verdade &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh querido é tão engraçado &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Você quase não acredita &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Como toda voz depende do silêncio &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;E luminárias dependem de um teto,  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Como uma senhora amarrada a suas convenções&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Eu estou amarrada a este sentimento&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/2506627560556776011-184394288523081097?l=alinecivinelli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alinecivinelli.blogspot.com/feeds/184394288523081097/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2506627560556776011&amp;postID=184394288523081097&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2506627560556776011/posts/default/184394288523081097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2506627560556776011/posts/default/184394288523081097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alinecivinelli.blogspot.com/2008/07/underneath-your-clothes.html' title='Underneath your clothes'/><author><name>Aline Civinelli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03921265106949547037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zu7xaCUOPMQ/SHLqVfnzD0I/AAAAAAAAAQw/BHBf64S8xv8/s72-c/Luaeeu.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2506627560556776011.post-2929235726016797833</id><published>2008-07-02T22:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T20:13:55.687-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Atalhos e pontes...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zu7xaCUOPMQ/SGxiydykYqI/AAAAAAAAAQo/0Vmt7VUazys/s1600-h/ponte[2].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218654687345271458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zu7xaCUOPMQ/SGxiydykYqI/AAAAAAAAAQo/0Vmt7VUazys/s400/ponte%5B2%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;AMO &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;atalhos e pontes...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Dos atalhos por não ser programado,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;E das pontes por nos levar à lugares inesperados!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;às vezes gosto mais de um do que o outro...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mas o bom mesmo é o que eles nos trazem&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;momentos surpreendentemente&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ENCANTADOS!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&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/2506627560556776011-2929235726016797833?l=alinecivinelli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alinecivinelli.blogspot.com/feeds/2929235726016797833/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2506627560556776011&amp;postID=2929235726016797833&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2506627560556776011/posts/default/2929235726016797833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2506627560556776011/posts/default/2929235726016797833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alinecivinelli.blogspot.com/2008/07/atalhos-e-pontes.html' title='Atalhos e pontes...'/><author><name>Aline Civinelli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03921265106949547037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zu7xaCUOPMQ/SGxiydykYqI/AAAAAAAAAQo/0Vmt7VUazys/s72-c/ponte%5B2%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2506627560556776011.post-3573064774172144263</id><published>2008-06-25T06:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T20:13:55.823-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Desencontro</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zu7xaCUOPMQ/SGJFHmLzvSI/AAAAAAAAAQg/oSeykAG0-kg/s1600-h/alma.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215807315259931938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zu7xaCUOPMQ/SGJFHmLzvSI/AAAAAAAAAQg/oSeykAG0-kg/s400/alma.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Quando o corpo acorda primeiro, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;corro pra fazer ginástica, me arrumar, pegar o carro, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;chegar ao trabalho, dar um show na apresentação, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;impressionar o novo diretor,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;voltar pra casa, comer alguma coisa, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;sair para papear com aquele vestido novo, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;comprado na última vez&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;que o corpo acordou primeiro.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Quando a alma acorda primeiro,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;faço minhas orações, presto atenção no olhar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;daquela menininha que vende bananada,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;na idade da sandália sa feirante,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;nas olheiras da secretária, no dilema do &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;meu chefe em mandar o João embora,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;na aflição da faixineira para que eu chegue&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;e ela vá embora, chegando em casa depois de &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;dois ônibus, um trem e ainda outro ônibus.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Acho que é este o descompasso que me faz ir.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;É querer o dia seguinte, para apagar o ontem.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Acho que é o desencontro que contrabalança&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;culpa e poder, saber e ignorar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mas hoje, por piedade de mim, vou parar,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;sentar e esperar minha alma.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;E aí, seguiremos juntas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Como será o momento em que corpo e&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;alma forem um, dentro de mim?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(Petippa Mojarta) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2506627560556776011-3573064774172144263?l=alinecivinelli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alinecivinelli.blogspot.com/feeds/3573064774172144263/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2506627560556776011&amp;postID=3573064774172144263&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2506627560556776011/posts/default/3573064774172144263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2506627560556776011/posts/default/3573064774172144263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alinecivinelli.blogspot.com/2008/06/desencontro.html' title='Desencontro'/><author><name>Aline Civinelli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03921265106949547037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zu7xaCUOPMQ/SGJFHmLzvSI/AAAAAAAAAQg/oSeykAG0-kg/s72-c/alma.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2506627560556776011.post-4620194702716977970</id><published>2008-06-24T09:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T20:13:56.194-08:00</updated><title type='text'>O tempo não vai parar... (Nem passar rápido! rs)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a class="hotLink" href="http://www.orkut.com.br/UniversalSearch.aspx?q=%22Chicas%22" target="_self"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"O Tempo não vai parar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A gente é que vai rodar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Na ilusão de recomeçar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Jogue tudo para o ar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Estou a flutuar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Na sua ilusão&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Fácil de alcançar..."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Chicas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zu7xaCUOPMQ/SGElVl_YDqI/AAAAAAAAAQY/uGoFHX3Ue8o/s1600-h/ATgAAAA84oqT382iAhycoVL6VFRtj33KlXXsizlPzFDsGy0SWeREOuMfsv6f3mNg39gyNJjR-I-49hnfIaoAJKIrcXyhAJtU9VBnX57RZvDeJclFKOSOojwZSdeEQA.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215490896377155234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zu7xaCUOPMQ/SGElVl_YDqI/AAAAAAAAAQY/uGoFHX3Ue8o/s400/ATgAAAA84oqT382iAhycoVL6VFRtj33KlXXsizlPzFDsGy0SWeREOuMfsv6f3mNg39gyNJjR-I-49hnfIaoAJKIrcXyhAJtU9VBnX57RZvDeJclFKOSOojwZSdeEQA.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2506627560556776011-4620194702716977970?l=alinecivinelli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alinecivinelli.blogspot.com/feeds/4620194702716977970/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2506627560556776011&amp;postID=4620194702716977970&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2506627560556776011/posts/default/4620194702716977970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2506627560556776011/posts/default/4620194702716977970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alinecivinelli.blogspot.com/2008/06/o-tempo-no-vai-parar-gente-que-vai.html' title='O tempo não vai parar... (Nem passar rápido! rs)'/><author><name>Aline Civinelli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03921265106949547037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zu7xaCUOPMQ/SGElVl_YDqI/AAAAAAAAAQY/uGoFHX3Ue8o/s72-c/ATgAAAA84oqT382iAhycoVL6VFRtj33KlXXsizlPzFDsGy0SWeREOuMfsv6f3mNg39gyNJjR-I-49hnfIaoAJKIrcXyhAJtU9VBnX57RZvDeJclFKOSOojwZSdeEQA.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2506627560556776011.post-5869666303207635571</id><published>2008-06-21T15:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T20:13:56.421-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Todo Sentimento...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zu7xaCUOPMQ/SF2FuNpWDlI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/YpEo0rXYo4A/s1600-h/panoeu.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214470972548451922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zu7xaCUOPMQ/SF2FuNpWDlI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/YpEo0rXYo4A/s400/panoeu.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Vamos treinar a paciência...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Como é linda esta música. AMO!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Preciso não dormir&lt;br /&gt;Até se consumar&lt;br /&gt;O tempo da gente&lt;br /&gt;Preciso conduzir&lt;br /&gt;Um tempo de te amar&lt;br /&gt;Te amando devagar e urgentemente&lt;br /&gt;Pretendo descobrir&lt;br /&gt;No último momento&lt;br /&gt;Um tempo que refaz o que desfez&lt;br /&gt;Que recolhe todo sentimento&lt;br /&gt;E bota no corpo uma outra vez&lt;br /&gt;Prometo te querer&lt;br /&gt;Até o amor cair&lt;br /&gt;Doente, doente&lt;br /&gt;Prefiro então partir&lt;br /&gt;A tempo de poder&lt;br /&gt;A gente se desvencilhar da gente&lt;br /&gt;Depois de te perder&lt;br /&gt;Te encontro com certeza&lt;br /&gt;Talvez num tempo da delicadeza&lt;br /&gt;Onde não diremos nada&lt;br /&gt;Nada aconteceu&lt;br /&gt;Apenas seguirei&lt;br /&gt;Como encantado ao lado teu. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2506627560556776011-5869666303207635571?l=alinecivinelli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alinecivinelli.blogspot.com/feeds/5869666303207635571/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2506627560556776011&amp;postID=5869666303207635571&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2506627560556776011/posts/default/5869666303207635571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2506627560556776011/posts/default/5869666303207635571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alinecivinelli.blogspot.com/2008/06/todo-sentimento.html' title='Todo Sentimento...'/><author><name>Aline Civinelli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03921265106949547037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zu7xaCUOPMQ/SF2FuNpWDlI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/YpEo0rXYo4A/s72-c/panoeu.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2506627560556776011.post-9216983026433377105</id><published>2008-06-16T10:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T20:13:57.628-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Um Espetáculo: PREMA!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zu7xaCUOPMQ/SFarvH5bw6I/AAAAAAAAAPY/Xw9yQfl7Go4/s1600-h/ATgAAABCniCXonrnmH9oIVNTHABEYmASz7SOc2skoZYyMF843fa8Nk6SquwKx7jzwx9Hw2tUzgCHfjVLAC-idTvMBcHSAJtU9VAqX6lOKpt09H9PrlWCefFzwBUUjw.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212542444790072226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zu7xaCUOPMQ/SFarvH5bw6I/AAAAAAAAAPY/Xw9yQfl7Go4/s400/ATgAAABCniCXonrnmH9oIVNTHABEYmASz7SOc2skoZYyMF843fa8Nk6SquwKx7jzwx9Hw2tUzgCHfjVLAC-idTvMBcHSAJtU9VAqX6lOKpt09H9PrlWCefFzwBUUjw.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mônica Maia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zu7xaCUOPMQ/SFarvaQY3AI/AAAAAAAAAPg/OVNG9lAxoDc/s1600-h/DVC04996.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212542449718189058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zu7xaCUOPMQ/SFarvaQY3AI/AAAAAAAAAPg/OVNG9lAxoDc/s400/DVC04996.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Krishna Lenilson &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zu7xaCUOPMQ/SFarvUDE3ZI/AAAAAAAAAPo/RYsKcXqBoP4/s1600-h/DVC05041.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212542448051740050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zu7xaCUOPMQ/SFarvUDE3ZI/AAAAAAAAAPo/RYsKcXqBoP4/s400/DVC05041.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Lila Shakti&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212543815520657474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zu7xaCUOPMQ/SFas-6REoEI/AAAAAAAAAQA/Mv40_MT1OmY/s400/DVC05129.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Luz&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zu7xaCUOPMQ/SFarvohc8DI/AAAAAAAAAPw/p0fjXiFn9rU/s1600-h/DVC05044.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212542453547855922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zu7xaCUOPMQ/SFarvohc8DI/AAAAAAAAAPw/p0fjXiFn9rU/s400/DVC05044.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Elaine Rodrigues &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zu7xaCUOPMQ/SFarvtvQL1I/AAAAAAAAAP4/Pz49RmlrDws/s1600-h/Eu.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212542454947917650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zu7xaCUOPMQ/SFarvtvQL1I/AAAAAAAAAP4/Pz49RmlrDws/s400/Eu.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Aline Civinelli&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Acho que estas fotos falam muito bem sobro nosso espetáculo!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Um pouquinho de cada um, reunindo muita amizade, disciplina, dedicação, entrega, paciência, tolerância, perscistência, superação e principalmente AMOR!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Dnçamos à Vida com nossos corações!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Muitas surpresas...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;As melhores no último dia... que sem dúvida foi o melhor!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;AMO VCS!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;VAMOS COMEÇAR TUDO DE NOVO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&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/2506627560556776011-9216983026433377105?l=alinecivinelli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alinecivinelli.blogspot.com/feeds/9216983026433377105/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2506627560556776011&amp;postID=9216983026433377105&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2506627560556776011/posts/default/9216983026433377105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2506627560556776011/posts/default/9216983026433377105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alinecivinelli.blogspot.com/2008/06/um-espetculo-prema.html' title='Um Espetáculo: PREMA!!!'/><author><name>Aline Civinelli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03921265106949547037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zu7xaCUOPMQ/SFarvH5bw6I/AAAAAAAAAPY/Xw9yQfl7Go4/s72-c/ATgAAABCniCXonrnmH9oIVNTHABEYmASz7SOc2skoZYyMF843fa8Nk6SquwKx7jzwx9Hw2tUzgCHfjVLAC-idTvMBcHSAJtU9VAqX6lOKpt09H9PrlWCefFzwBUUjw.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2506627560556776011.post-6971216852645242528</id><published>2008-06-02T10:29:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T20:13:57.771-08:00</updated><title type='text'>PREMA!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zu7xaCUOPMQ/SEQt_pWM0kI/AAAAAAAAAIc/pD-ECls06Js/s1600-h/Prema_internet.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207337640601113154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 431px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 309px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="316" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zu7xaCUOPMQ/SEQt_pWM0kI/AAAAAAAAAIc/pD-ECls06Js/s400/Prema_internet.jpg" width="437" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2506627560556776011-6971216852645242528?l=alinecivinelli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alinecivinelli.blogspot.com/feeds/6971216852645242528/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2506627560556776011&amp;postID=6971216852645242528&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2506627560556776011/posts/default/6971216852645242528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2506627560556776011/posts/default/6971216852645242528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alinecivinelli.blogspot.com/2008/06/prema.html' title='PREMA!!!'/><author><name>Aline Civinelli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03921265106949547037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zu7xaCUOPMQ/SEQt_pWM0kI/AAAAAAAAAIc/pD-ECls06Js/s72-c/Prema_internet.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2506627560556776011.post-2401636242361574875</id><published>2008-06-01T18:38:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T20:13:58.004-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Descobertas!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zu7xaCUOPMQ/SENPJO9ex-I/AAAAAAAAAH8/y4OfMhuENfk/s1600-h/pes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207092614223808482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zu7xaCUOPMQ/SENPJO9ex-I/AAAAAAAAAH8/y4OfMhuENfk/s400/pes.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ao amadurecer, descobrimos que a grama do vizinho&lt;br /&gt;não é mais verde coisíssima nenhuma. Estamos todos no mesmo barco.&lt;br /&gt;Há no ar um certo queixume sem razões muito claras.&lt;br /&gt;Converso com mulheres que estão entre os 40 e 50 anos,&lt;br /&gt;todas com profissão, marido, filhos, saúde, e ainda assim elas trazem dentro&lt;br /&gt;delas um não-sei-o-quê perturbador, algo que as incomoda,&lt;br /&gt;mesmo estando tudo bem. De onde vem isso?&lt;br /&gt;Anos atrás, a cantora Marina Lima compôs com o seu irmão, Antonio Cícero,&lt;br /&gt;uma música que dizia: "Eu espero/ acontecimentos/ só que quando anoitece/&lt;br /&gt;é festa no outro apartamento".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Passei minha adolescência com esta sensação: a de que algo muito animado&lt;br /&gt;estava acontecendo em algum lugar para o qual eu não tinha convite.&lt;br /&gt;É uma das características da juventude: considerar-se deslocado e impedido&lt;br /&gt;de ser feliz como os outros são, ou aparentam ser. Só que chega uma hora&lt;br /&gt;em que é preciso deixar de ficar tão ligada na grama do vizinho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As festas em outros apartamentos são fruto da nossa imaginação,&lt;br /&gt;que é infectada por falsos holofotes... Falsos sorrisos... Os notáveis alardeiam&lt;br /&gt;muito suas vitórias, mas falam pouco das angústias. Pra consumo externo,&lt;br /&gt;todos são belos, sexys, lúcidos, ricos, sedutores.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Nunca conheci quem tivesse levado porrada; todos os meus conhecidos&lt;br /&gt;têm sido campeões em tudo".Nesta era de exaltação de celebridades fica&lt;br /&gt;difícil mesmo achar que a vidada gente tem graça. Mas tem.&lt;br /&gt;Paz interior, amigos leais, nossas músicas, livros, fantasias, desilusões e&lt;br /&gt;recomeços, tudo isso vale ser incluído na nossa biografia. Estarão mesmo&lt;br /&gt;todos realizando um milhão de coisas interessantes enquanto só você&lt;br /&gt;está sentada no sofá pintando as unhas do pé? Favor não confundir&lt;br /&gt;ma vida sensacional com uma vida sensacionalista.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As melhores festas acontecem dentro do nosso próprio apartamento!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Martha Medeiros)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2506627560556776011-2401636242361574875?l=alinecivinelli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alinecivinelli.blogspot.com/feeds/2401636242361574875/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2506627560556776011&amp;postID=2401636242361574875&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2506627560556776011/posts/default/2401636242361574875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2506627560556776011/posts/default/2401636242361574875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alinecivinelli.blogspot.com/2008/06/descobertas.html' title='Descobertas!'/><author><name>Aline Civinelli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03921265106949547037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zu7xaCUOPMQ/SENPJO9ex-I/AAAAAAAAAH8/y4OfMhuENfk/s72-c/pes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2506627560556776011.post-8685896890099375153</id><published>2008-05-29T21:51:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T20:13:58.414-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Poder da Dança!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zu7xaCUOPMQ/SD-IBZk32iI/AAAAAAAAAHs/vTn7crhD-5o/s1600-h/fogo3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206029251890371106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zu7xaCUOPMQ/SD-IBZk32iI/AAAAAAAAAHs/vTn7crhD-5o/s400/fogo3.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vem, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Te direi em segredo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Aonde leva esta dança.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Vê como as partículas do ar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;E os grãos de areia do deserto&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Giram desnorteados.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cada átomoFeliz ou miserável, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Gira apaixonado&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Em torno do sol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(Rumi)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zu7xaCUOPMQ/SD-H3Jk32hI/AAAAAAAAAHk/NOygbWAvbuY/s1600-h/fogo.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206029634142460466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zu7xaCUOPMQ/SD-IXpk32jI/AAAAAAAAAH0/IqfJ7fUqdSY/s400/fogo2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&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/2506627560556776011-8685896890099375153?l=alinecivinelli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alinecivinelli.blogspot.com/feeds/8685896890099375153/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2506627560556776011&amp;postID=8685896890099375153&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2506627560556776011/posts/default/8685896890099375153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2506627560556776011/posts/default/8685896890099375153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alinecivinelli.blogspot.com/2008/05/poder-da-dana.html' title='Poder da Dança!!!'/><author><name>Aline Civinelli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03921265106949547037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zu7xaCUOPMQ/SD-IBZk32iI/AAAAAAAAAHs/vTn7crhD-5o/s72-c/fogo3.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2506627560556776011.post-365636888262434124</id><published>2008-05-29T13:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T20:13:59.220-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Paciência...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zu7xaCUOPMQ/SD8ZVpk32cI/AAAAAAAAAG8/63znITpAGRM/s1600-h/infinito1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205907553992038850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zu7xaCUOPMQ/SD8ZVpk32cI/AAAAAAAAAG8/63znITpAGRM/s400/infinito1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zu7xaCUOPMQ/SD8YrZk32bI/AAAAAAAAAG0/pn0oqVm0LO8/s1600-h/infinito1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mesmo quando tudo pede&lt;br /&gt;Um pouco mais de calma&lt;br /&gt;Até quando o corpo pede&lt;br /&gt;Um pouco mais de alma&lt;br /&gt;A vida não pára...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enquanto o tempo&lt;br /&gt;Acelera e pede pressa&lt;br /&gt;Eu me recuso faço hora&lt;br /&gt;Vou na valsa&lt;br /&gt;A vida é tão rara...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enquanto todo mundo&lt;br /&gt;Espera a cura do mal&lt;br /&gt;E a loucura finge&lt;br /&gt;Que isso tudo é normal&lt;br /&gt;Eu finjo ter paciência...&lt;br /&gt;O mundo vai girando&lt;br /&gt;Cada vez mais veloz&lt;br /&gt;A gente espera do mundo&lt;br /&gt;E o mundo espera de nós&lt;br /&gt;Um pouco mais de paciência...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Será que é tempo&lt;br /&gt;Que lhe falta prá perceber?&lt;br /&gt;Será que temos esse tempo&lt;br /&gt;Prá perder?&lt;br /&gt;E quem quer saber?&lt;br /&gt;A vida é tão rara&lt;br /&gt;Tão rara...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mesmo quando tudo pede&lt;br /&gt;Um pouco mais de calma&lt;br /&gt;Mesmo quando o corpo pede&lt;br /&gt;Um pouco mais de alma&lt;br /&gt;Eu sei, a vida não pára&lt;br /&gt;A vida não pára não...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Lenine)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zu7xaCUOPMQ/SD8Yn5k32aI/AAAAAAAAAGs/Y4J6lKgUw9I/s1600-h/infinito.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205908168172362194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zu7xaCUOPMQ/SD8Z5Zk32dI/AAAAAAAAAHE/0dyxyFJoGjM/s400/infinito.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"(...)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Há sem dúvida quem ame o infinito,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Há sem dúvida quem deseje o impossível,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Há sem dúvida quem não queira nada &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;—Três tipos de idealistas, e eu nenhum deles:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Porque eu amo infinitamente o finito,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Porque eu desejo impossivelmente o possível,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Porque quero tudo, ou um pouco mais, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;se puder ser,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ou até se não puder ser... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(...)"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(Fernando Pessoa)&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/2506627560556776011-365636888262434124?l=alinecivinelli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alinecivinelli.blogspot.com/feeds/365636888262434124/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2506627560556776011&amp;postID=365636888262434124&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2506627560556776011/posts/default/365636888262434124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2506627560556776011/posts/default/365636888262434124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alinecivinelli.blogspot.com/2008/05/pacincia.html' title='Paciência...'/><author><name>Aline Civinelli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03921265106949547037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zu7xaCUOPMQ/SD8ZVpk32cI/AAAAAAAAAG8/63znITpAGRM/s72-c/infinito1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2506627560556776011.post-2809998546578904321</id><published>2008-05-26T20:54:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T20:13:59.772-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Like a Tatoo...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zu7xaCUOPMQ/SDuGt5k32SI/AAAAAAAAAFc/iV7w9cMinRk/s1600-h/CD+FOTOS+GERMÃNIA+099.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204901917464451362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zu7xaCUOPMQ/SDuGt5k32SI/AAAAAAAAAFc/iV7w9cMinRk/s400/CD+FOTOS+GERM%25C3%2582NIA+099.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;No matter what you say about love,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I keep coming back for more,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My head in the fire,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sooner or later &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I get what i'm asking for&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;No matter what you say about life,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I learn every time I bleed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The truth is a stranger&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My soul is in danger,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I gotta let my spirit be free to,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Admit that I was wrong and &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then change my mind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sorry but I have to move on&lt;br /&gt;and leave you behind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can't waste time so give me the moment&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I realize nothing's broken&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No need to worry about everything I've done&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lived every second like it was my last one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Don't look back got a new direction&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Loved you once, needed protection.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You're still a part of everything I do, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you're on my heart just like a tattoo,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just like a tatto, I'll always have you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm sick of playing all of these games&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's not about taking sides.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I look in the mirror,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Didn't deliver&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It hurt enough &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;to think that I could stop&lt;br /&gt;Admit that I'm wrong and &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then change my mind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sorry but I gotta be strong &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and leave you behind&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;If I live every moment&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Won't change any moment&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Still a part of me and you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I will never regret you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Still the memory of you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Marks everything I do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Não importa o que você diga sobre amor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eu continuo voltando pra mais&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Minha cabeça continua pegando fogo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cedo ou tarde eu consigo o que &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;eu estou querendo saber&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Não importa o que você diga sobre a vida&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eu aprendi toda vez que sangrei&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A verdade é uma estranha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A alma esta em perigo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eu consegui libertar meu espírito&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Para admitir que eu estou errada&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E aí mudar de idéia&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me desculpa, mas eu tenho que &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;mudar e deixar você&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eu não posso perder tempo, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;então dê um momento&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eu percebi que nada está terminado&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Não precisa preocupar com tudo que eu fiz&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Vivo cada segundo como se fosse o último&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Não olhe para trás como uma nova direção&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eu amo você uma vez que&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Precisei de proteção&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Você continua sendo uma&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;parte de tudo que eu fiz&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Você está no meu coração como uma tatoo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Como uma tatoo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eu sempre terei você&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eu sempre terei você&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cansada de jogar todos esses jogos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Isso não é como ficar de um lado&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Quando eu olhei no espelho,&lt;br /&gt;não entreguei&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Isso machuca o suficiente para &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;pensar que eu poderia parar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Admito que eu estou errada e mudei de idéia&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me desculpe, mas eu tenho que ser forte &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;e deixar você&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Se eu viver cada momento&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Isso não mudará todo momento&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ainda é uma parte de mim em você&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eu nunca me arrependerei de você&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Permanece a memória de você&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Marca tudo que eu faço&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zu7xaCUOPMQ/SDuRkJk32VI/AAAAAAAAAF0/V1-TqyRPuzs/s1600-h/CD+FOTOS+GERM%C3%82NIA+121.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204913844588632402" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zu7xaCUOPMQ/SDuRkJk32VI/AAAAAAAAAF0/V1-TqyRPuzs/s200/CD+FOTOS+GERM%25C3%2582NIA+121.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://br.youtube.com/watch?v=dUCmh-C-uu0"&gt;http://br.youtube.com/watch?v=dUCmh-C-uu0&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&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/2506627560556776011-2809998546578904321?l=alinecivinelli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alinecivinelli.blogspot.com/feeds/2809998546578904321/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2506627560556776011&amp;postID=2809998546578904321&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2506627560556776011/posts/default/2809998546578904321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2506627560556776011/posts/default/2809998546578904321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alinecivinelli.blogspot.com/2008/05/like-tatoo.html' title='Like a Tatoo...'/><author><name>Aline Civinelli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03921265106949547037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zu7xaCUOPMQ/SDuGt5k32SI/AAAAAAAAAFc/iV7w9cMinRk/s72-c/CD+FOTOS+GERM%25C3%2582NIA+099.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2506627560556776011.post-993751050057909296</id><published>2008-05-26T16:19:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T20:14:00.071-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Amor à India!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zu7xaCUOPMQ/SDtF4Jk32RI/AAAAAAAAAFU/hCsashntZP4/s1600-h/PC0500410.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204830625302305042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zu7xaCUOPMQ/SDtF4Jk32RI/AAAAAAAAAFU/hCsashntZP4/s400/PC0500410.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;" É difícil amar a Índia. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A Índia não é um país charmoso, a começar pela paisagem, logo esquecida por causa de presença humana que tanto se impõe em todos os lugares.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Quem não gosta dos homens não deve ir à Índia. A multidão é aqui a principalpaisagem. Ela é o ator de todas as coisas. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sem dúvida, é por isto que, na literatura indiana de todos os tempos, os personagens são frequentemente atraídos para o exílio e a solidão, a renúncia, a partida. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Que o visitante não se engaje nesta via de isolamento seria o meu primeiro conselho. Que aceite a multidão, que se misture com ela, que nela se perca. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Primeira condição do amor: o contato."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Jean-Claude Carrière)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eu amo tanto a India...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2506627560556776011-993751050057909296?l=alinecivinelli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alinecivinelli.blogspot.com/feeds/993751050057909296/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2506627560556776011&amp;postID=993751050057909296&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2506627560556776011/posts/default/993751050057909296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2506627560556776011/posts/default/993751050057909296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alinecivinelli.blogspot.com/2008/05/amor-india.html' title='Amor à India!!!'/><author><name>Aline Civinelli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03921265106949547037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zu7xaCUOPMQ/SDtF4Jk32RI/AAAAAAAAAFU/hCsashntZP4/s72-c/PC0500410.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2506627560556776011.post-4141318853669827077</id><published>2008-05-25T20:16:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T20:14:00.299-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Olhos de Amêndoas...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zu7xaCUOPMQ/SDorrJk32QI/AAAAAAAAAFM/cBt6bKxToUM/s1600-h/olhos.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204520339684972802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zu7xaCUOPMQ/SDorrJk32QI/AAAAAAAAAFM/cBt6bKxToUM/s400/olhos.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Olhos cor de amêndoas...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Olhos de amor,&lt;br /&gt;Olhos do passado,&lt;br /&gt;Olhos que não querem ir embora,&lt;br /&gt;mas precisam ir...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Olhos de felicidade,&lt;br /&gt;às vezes de dor,&lt;br /&gt;outras de prazer.&lt;br /&gt;Olhos que enxergam o novo&lt;br /&gt;e também o futuro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Olhos do passado,&lt;br /&gt;que quero que fiquem,&lt;br /&gt;mas mesmo assim precisam ir.&lt;br /&gt;Olhos que amo e que choram.&lt;br /&gt;Que beijo e amo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Olhos do Amor!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2506627560556776011-4141318853669827077?l=alinecivinelli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alinecivinelli.blogspot.com/feeds/4141318853669827077/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2506627560556776011&amp;postID=4141318853669827077&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2506627560556776011/posts/default/4141318853669827077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2506627560556776011/posts/default/4141318853669827077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alinecivinelli.blogspot.com/2008/05/olhos-de-amndoas.html' title='Olhos de Amêndoas...'/><author><name>Aline Civinelli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03921265106949547037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zu7xaCUOPMQ/SDorrJk32QI/AAAAAAAAAFM/cBt6bKxToUM/s72-c/olhos.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2506627560556776011.post-5329297164559739148</id><published>2008-05-22T19:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T20:14:00.487-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Desejos...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zu7xaCUOPMQ/SDYrnJk32OI/AAAAAAAAAE8/onzysSxp3eI/s1600-h/P3280235.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203394371058653410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zu7xaCUOPMQ/SDYrnJk32OI/AAAAAAAAAE8/onzysSxp3eI/s400/P3280235.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zu7xaCUOPMQ/SDYrRJk32NI/AAAAAAAAAE0/eswFE0QAdS8/s1600-h/DSC02944.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Nunca lhe dão um desejo, sem também lhe darem o poder de realizá-lo.&lt;br /&gt;Você pode ter de trabalhar por ele, porém."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(Richard Bach)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Quais são os nossos desejos mais profundos?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aqueles desejos reais...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Coisas, situações e pessoas que realmente&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;queremos em nossa vida.&lt;br /&gt;Desejos que não são passageiros e são&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;necessidade de nossa alma.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Esses sim são os mais importante.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sejamos sinceros com nossos desejos, sempre!&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/2506627560556776011-5329297164559739148?l=alinecivinelli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alinecivinelli.blogspot.com/feeds/5329297164559739148/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2506627560556776011&amp;postID=5329297164559739148&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2506627560556776011/posts/default/5329297164559739148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2506627560556776011/posts/default/5329297164559739148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alinecivinelli.blogspot.com/2008/05/desejos.html' title='Desejos...'/><author><name>Aline Civinelli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03921265106949547037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zu7xaCUOPMQ/SDYrnJk32OI/AAAAAAAAAE8/onzysSxp3eI/s72-c/P3280235.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2506627560556776011.post-8685628727620503144</id><published>2008-05-20T21:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T20:14:00.620-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sutilezas...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zu7xaCUOPMQ/SDOoGaRKx2I/AAAAAAAAAEs/HOZck1_65qk/s1600-h/PC210306.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202686822627067746" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zu7xaCUOPMQ/SDOoGaRKx2I/AAAAAAAAAEs/HOZck1_65qk/s400/PC210306.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Atenta para as sutilezas que não se dão em palavras.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Compreende o que não se deixa capturar pelo entendimento."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(Rumi)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2506627560556776011-8685628727620503144?l=alinecivinelli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alinecivinelli.blogspot.com/feeds/8685628727620503144/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2506627560556776011&amp;postID=8685628727620503144&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2506627560556776011/posts/default/8685628727620503144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2506627560556776011/posts/default/8685628727620503144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alinecivinelli.blogspot.com/2008/05/sutilezas.html' title='Sutilezas...'/><author><name>Aline Civinelli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03921265106949547037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zu7xaCUOPMQ/SDOoGaRKx2I/AAAAAAAAAEs/HOZck1_65qk/s72-c/PC210306.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2506627560556776011.post-1455047876458053157</id><published>2008-05-18T12:45:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T20:14:01.115-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lágrimas de Diamante...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zu7xaCUOPMQ/SDCI8KRKx1I/AAAAAAAAAEk/0qLmHaeYI5w/s1600-h/Lagrimasangue.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201808136742815570" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zu7xaCUOPMQ/SDCI8KRKx1I/AAAAAAAAAEk/0qLmHaeYI5w/s400/Lagrimasangue.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Este é o Momento...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zu7xaCUOPMQ/SDCIZKRKx0I/AAAAAAAAAEc/4RUcrbHp524/s1600-h/lagrima.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201807535447394114" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zu7xaCUOPMQ/SDCIZKRKx0I/AAAAAAAAAEc/4RUcrbHp524/s400/lagrima.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não se preocupe mais&lt;br /&gt;Com minha imperfeição&lt;br /&gt;Não se pergunte mais&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Porque me disse não&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Se eu não procuro agora&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;O que encontramos antes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;É só porque a noite chora&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lágrimas de diamantes&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;Lágrimas de diamantes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;À noite, lágrimas de diamantes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;De dia lágrimas, à noite amantes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lágrimas de diamantes &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;Linda Música de Paulinho Moska... &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/2506627560556776011-1455047876458053157?l=alinecivinelli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alinecivinelli.blogspot.com/feeds/1455047876458053157/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2506627560556776011&amp;postID=1455047876458053157&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2506627560556776011/posts/default/1455047876458053157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2506627560556776011/posts/default/1455047876458053157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alinecivinelli.blogspot.com/2008/05/lgrimas-de-diamante.html' title='Lágrimas de Diamante...'/><author><name>Aline Civinelli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03921265106949547037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zu7xaCUOPMQ/SDCI8KRKx1I/AAAAAAAAAEk/0qLmHaeYI5w/s72-c/Lagrimasangue.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2506627560556776011.post-851267102795208258</id><published>2008-05-14T09:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T20:14:02.101-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Prema!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zu7xaCUOPMQ/SCsTaKRKxvI/AAAAAAAAAD0/bGIjHpnwU5s/s1600-h/k.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200271534883260146" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zu7xaCUOPMQ/SCsTaKRKxvI/AAAAAAAAAD0/bGIjHpnwU5s/s400/k.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;De repente me vejo fazendo uma das coisas que mais amo na vida!!!&lt;br /&gt;Volto à criar, utilizando tudo aquilo que aprendi em matéria de arte.&lt;br /&gt;Foram muitos anos de dedicação e descobertas, de dúvidas&lt;br /&gt;e de decisões...&lt;br /&gt;E hoje parece tão natural, faz total sentido o que faço e mais importante: como faço.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prema que dizer amor.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zu7xaCUOPMQ/SCsULKRKxwI/AAAAAAAAAD8/xWpOTyfCvIE/s1600-h/k1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200272376696850178" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zu7xaCUOPMQ/SCsULKRKxwI/AAAAAAAAAD8/xWpOTyfCvIE/s400/k1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E é assim que eu vivo hoje: em busca do amor, com amor em todas as situações!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2506627560556776011-851267102795208258?l=alinecivinelli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alinecivinelli.blogspot.com/feeds/851267102795208258/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2506627560556776011&amp;postID=851267102795208258&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2506627560556776011/posts/default/851267102795208258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2506627560556776011/posts/default/851267102795208258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alinecivinelli.blogspot.com/2008/05/prema.html' title='Prema!!!'/><author><name>Aline Civinelli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03921265106949547037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zu7xaCUOPMQ/SCsTaKRKxvI/AAAAAAAAAD0/bGIjHpnwU5s/s72-c/k.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2506627560556776011.post-1443147646168507024</id><published>2008-05-11T10:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T20:14:02.300-08:00</updated><title type='text'>O Essencial!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zu7xaCUOPMQ/SCczPKRKxsI/AAAAAAAAADc/dLsOzeVyJWg/s1600-h/eclipse.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199180630369945282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zu7xaCUOPMQ/SCczPKRKxsI/AAAAAAAAADc/dLsOzeVyJWg/s400/eclipse.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hoje é assim que me sinto...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Busco a essência, preciso primordialmente do essencial...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;New ways, new feelings, new decisions...&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;strong&gt;Sobre Tempo e Jabuticabas&lt;/strong&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;" Contei meus anos e descobri que terei menos tempo para viver daqui para frente&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;do que já vivi até agora. Sinto-me como aquela menina que ganhou uma bacia de jabuticabas. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As primeiras, ela chupou displicentemente, mas percebendo que faltavam poucas, roeu o caroço. Já não tenho tempo para lidar com mediocridades. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Não quero estar em reuniões onde desfilam egos inflados. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Inquieto-me com invejosos tentando destruir quem eles admiram, cobiçando seus lugares, talentos e sorte. Já não tenho tempo para projetos megalomaníacos. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Já não tenho tempo para conversas intermináveis para discutir assuntos inúteis sobre vidas alheias que nem fazem parte da minha. Já não tenho tempo para administrar melindres de pessoas que, apesar da idade cronológica, são imaturas. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Detesto fazer acareação de desafetos que brigaram pelo majestoso cargo de secretário geral do coral. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Lembrei-me agora de Mário de Andrade que afirmou: As pessoas não debatem conteúdos, apenas os rótulos". &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Meu tempo tornou-se escasso para debater rótulos, quero a essência, minha alma tem pressa de relacionar-se com a delicadeza no trato, nas palavras, nos gestos cotidianos... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sem muitas jabuticabas na bacia, quero viver ao lado de gente humana, muito humana; que sabe rir de seus tropeços, não se encanta com triunfos, não se considera eleita antes da hora, não foge de sua mortalidade, defende a dignidade dos marginalizados, e deseja tão somente andar ao lado de Deus&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Caminhar perto de coisas e pessoas de verdade, desfrutar de amores sem fraudes, nunca será perda de tempo. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;O essencial faz a vida valer a pena! Basta o essencial!' &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2506627560556776011-1443147646168507024?l=alinecivinelli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alinecivinelli.blogspot.com/feeds/1443147646168507024/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2506627560556776011&amp;postID=1443147646168507024&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2506627560556776011/posts/default/1443147646168507024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2506627560556776011/posts/default/1443147646168507024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alinecivinelli.blogspot.com/2008/05/o-essencial.html' title='O Essencial!'/><author><name>Aline Civinelli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03921265106949547037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zu7xaCUOPMQ/SCczPKRKxsI/AAAAAAAAADc/dLsOzeVyJWg/s72-c/eclipse.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2506627560556776011.post-3525356478618712272</id><published>2008-05-04T13:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T20:14:02.713-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Origem do Amor!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zu7xaCUOPMQ/SB4ZtRH53UI/AAAAAAAAADE/gXgDNKD8ZE0/s1600-h/forca-piramide.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196619285513493826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zu7xaCUOPMQ/SB4ZtRH53UI/AAAAAAAAADE/gXgDNKD8ZE0/s400/forca-piramide.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zu7xaCUOPMQ/SB4ZdxH53TI/AAAAAAAAAC8/rSisfCU-3iw/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zu7xaCUOPMQ/SB4ZdxH53TI/AAAAAAAAAC8/rSisfCU-3iw/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Existe uma lenda que diz que os Deuses Gregos estavam muito entediados,&lt;br /&gt;então resolveram criar o ser - humano.&lt;br /&gt;Mesmo assim eles continuaram entediados, e resolveram criar o AMOR.&lt;br /&gt;Assim, deixaram de ficar entediados.&lt;br /&gt;Resolveram então experimentar o Amor.&lt;br /&gt;E só assim, finalmente, criaram o riso, para poderem suportá-lo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosto também da descrição de Hedwing sobre a Origem do Amor: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-YO9FpWX57E&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-YO9FpWX57E&amp;amp;feature=related&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Origin of Love &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Quando a Terra ainda era plana&lt;br /&gt;E as nuvens feitas de fogo&lt;br /&gt;E montanhas iam até o céu&lt;br /&gt;Às vezes mais alto&lt;br /&gt;Povos vagavam a Terra como grandes barris rolantes&lt;br /&gt;Eles tinham dois pares de braços&lt;br /&gt;Eles tinham dois pares de pernas&lt;br /&gt;Eles tinham dois rostos saindo de uma cabeça gigante&lt;br /&gt;Então eles podiam ver tudo envolta deles&lt;br /&gt;Assim como falavam enquanto liam&lt;br /&gt;E eles não sabiam nada de amor&lt;br /&gt;Isso foi antes da origem do amor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E haviam três sexos então,&lt;br /&gt;Um que parecia como dois homens&lt;br /&gt;Grudados pelas costas&lt;br /&gt;Chamados de filhos do sol&lt;br /&gt;E em similar forma e medida&lt;br /&gt;Eram os filhos da Terra&lt;br /&gt;Eles pareciam duas garotas&lt;br /&gt;Enroladas em uma&lt;br /&gt;E os filhos da luaEram como um garfo contra uma colher&lt;br /&gt;Eles eram parte Sol, parte Terra,&lt;br /&gt;Parte filha, parte filho&lt;br /&gt;A origem do amor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agora os deuses ficaram um pouco assustados&lt;br /&gt;Com nossa força e intimidação&lt;br /&gt;E Thor disse “Eu vou matar todos com meu martelo&lt;br /&gt;Como matei os gigantes”&lt;br /&gt;E Zeus disse “Não&lt;br /&gt;É melhor deixar-me usar meus raios como tesouras&lt;br /&gt;Como cortei as pernas das baleias&lt;br /&gt;E transformei dinossauros em lagartos”&lt;br /&gt;Então ele pegou alguns raios&lt;br /&gt;E deixou escapar uma risada&lt;br /&gt;Disse “Eu os dividirei bem ao meio&lt;br /&gt;Vou cortá-los bem na metade”&lt;br /&gt;E nuvens de tempestade se juntaram acima&lt;br /&gt;Em grandes bolas de fogo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E o fogo caiu do céu em raios&lt;br /&gt;Como brilhantes lâminas de uma faca&lt;br /&gt;E rasgaram a carne&lt;br /&gt;Dos filhos do Sol e da Lua e da Terra&lt;br /&gt;E algum deus hindu costurou o ferimento&lt;br /&gt;Em um buraco&lt;br /&gt;Colocou isso em nossas barrigas&lt;br /&gt;Para lembrar do preço que pagamos&lt;br /&gt;E Osíris e os deuses do Nilo&lt;br /&gt;Fizeram uma grande tempestade&lt;br /&gt;Para soprar um furação&lt;br /&gt;Para nos separar&lt;br /&gt;E um mar revolto&lt;br /&gt;Para nos arrastar para longe&lt;br /&gt;E se não nos comportamos&lt;br /&gt;Vão nos cortar de novo&lt;br /&gt;E iremos saltar sobre um pé&lt;br /&gt;E olhar por um olho&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A última vez em que te vi&lt;br /&gt;Nós tinhamos acabado de nos separar&lt;br /&gt;Você estava olhando para mim&lt;br /&gt;E eu para você&lt;br /&gt;Você tinha um jeito tão familiar&lt;br /&gt;Mas eu não pude reconhecer&lt;br /&gt;Porque tinha sangue em seu rosto&lt;br /&gt;E eu nos meus olhos&lt;br /&gt;Mas poderia jurar pela sua expressão&lt;br /&gt;Que a dor em sua alma&lt;br /&gt;Era a mesma que a da minha&lt;br /&gt;É a dor&lt;br /&gt;Que corta uma linha reta pelo coração&lt;br /&gt;Nós chamamos isso de amor&lt;br /&gt;Então nos embrulhamos em nossos braços&lt;br /&gt;Tentando nos juntar de volta&lt;br /&gt;Nós estávamos fazendo amor&lt;br /&gt;Fazendo amor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foi uma fria e sombria noite há muito tempo atrás&lt;br /&gt;Pela poderosa mão de Zeus&lt;br /&gt;Essa foi a triste história de como viramos&lt;br /&gt;Solitárias criaturas bípedes&lt;br /&gt;É a história&lt;br /&gt;Da origem do amor&lt;br /&gt;Essa é a origem do amor &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E segue o Olho que Tudo Vê!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zu7xaCUOPMQ/SB4fiRH53WI/AAAAAAAAADU/Zmd4H9XoXDw/s1600-h/Image12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196625693604699490" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zu7xaCUOPMQ/SB4fiRH53WI/AAAAAAAAADU/Zmd4H9XoXDw/s400/Image12.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/2506627560556776011-3525356478618712272?l=alinecivinelli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alinecivinelli.blogspot.com/feeds/3525356478618712272/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2506627560556776011&amp;postID=3525356478618712272&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2506627560556776011/posts/default/3525356478618712272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2506627560556776011/posts/default/3525356478618712272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alinecivinelli.blogspot.com/2008/05/origem-do-amor.html' title='Origem do Amor!!!'/><author><name>Aline Civinelli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03921265106949547037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zu7xaCUOPMQ/SB4ZtRH53UI/AAAAAAAAADE/gXgDNKD8ZE0/s72-c/forca-piramide.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2506627560556776011.post-1612871507537165388</id><published>2008-04-27T16:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T20:14:03.112-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dia Livre!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zu7xaCUOPMQ/SBULjBH53SI/AAAAAAAAAC0/6-qFuMiEZKM/s1600-h/lagoa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194070441466649890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zu7xaCUOPMQ/SBULjBH53SI/AAAAAAAAAC0/6-qFuMiEZKM/s400/lagoa.jpg" border="0" /&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&gt;Depois deum dia inteiro livre,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;bem aproveitado, o que é muito importante,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Piscina, Praia e Lagoa com Bicicleta!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ai como é bom! Ai como AMO isto!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E o essencial: Com pessoas muito importantes &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;na minha vida!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aliás, começou ontem com conversas profundas!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;kkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E que comece a semana!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"As mudanças e revoluções são impossíveis até &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;que se tornem necessárias..." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Trostsky&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2506627560556776011-1612871507537165388?l=alinecivinelli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alinecivinelli.blogspot.com/feeds/1612871507537165388/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2506627560556776011&amp;postID=1612871507537165388&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2506627560556776011/posts/default/1612871507537165388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2506627560556776011/posts/default/1612871507537165388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alinecivinelli.blogspot.com/2008/04/dia-livre.html' title='Dia Livre!!!'/><author><name>Aline Civinelli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03921265106949547037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zu7xaCUOPMQ/SBULjBH53SI/AAAAAAAAAC0/6-qFuMiEZKM/s72-c/lagoa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2506627560556776011.post-3679060337338675498</id><published>2008-04-21T20:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T20:14:03.269-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zu7xaCUOPMQ/SA1bLhH53RI/AAAAAAAAACs/ChgqcebXRNE/s1600-h/mao.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191906198856260882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zu7xaCUOPMQ/SA1bLhH53RI/AAAAAAAAACs/ChgqcebXRNE/s400/mao.JPG" border="0" /&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&gt;Sentimento. A gente não escolhe. A gente não decide. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sentimento simplesmente acontece, vem de dentro, é fruto da alma.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ela, em toda sua plenitude, coloca qualquer um diante do que realmente&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;se quer e daquilo que realmente se gosta. Nesse universo, o sentimento&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ganha um forte aliado: o desejo. Juntos (sentimento e desejo), eles podem &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;mudar a vida de qualquer um. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Coisas do coração que não se entende, mas que apenas se sente. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Muitos, ao se ver diante de todas essas possibilidades, partem em busca &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;de explicação como se fosse possível transformar tudo isso no resultado &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;de uma equação matemática. Não é?!?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sentimento e desejo não precisam de explicação, precisam de equilíbrio, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;saber dosar sensibilidade e razão. Ninguém consegue conter essa dupla...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;e FUGA SIGNIFICA SOFRIMENTO. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Melhor deixar que seja o que for com a calma de um rio, com a grandeza &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;e mistérios de um oceano, com a intensidade e brilho de um dia de verão.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nada é por acaso... Então, apenas deixe a vida levar...!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2506627560556776011-3679060337338675498?l=alinecivinelli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alinecivinelli.blogspot.com/feeds/3679060337338675498/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2506627560556776011&amp;postID=3679060337338675498&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2506627560556776011/posts/default/3679060337338675498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2506627560556776011/posts/default/3679060337338675498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alinecivinelli.blogspot.com/2008/04/sentimento.html' title=''/><author><name>Aline Civinelli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03921265106949547037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zu7xaCUOPMQ/SA1bLhH53RI/AAAAAAAAACs/ChgqcebXRNE/s72-c/mao.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2506627560556776011.post-6966656667644036711</id><published>2008-04-17T21:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T20:14:03.436-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Here with with me (Aqui comigo)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zu7xaCUOPMQ/SAgrMkuqd1I/AAAAAAAAACk/2fiorlhNTnY/s1600-h/P1140398.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190446065562318674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zu7xaCUOPMQ/SAgrMkuqd1I/AAAAAAAAACk/2fiorlhNTnY/s400/P1140398.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ai, a saudade...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here with me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I didn’t hear you leave&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wonder how am &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I still here&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I don’t want to move a thing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It might change my memory&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh I am what I am, I’ll do what I wantBut I can’t hide&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I won’t go, I won’t sleep, I can’t breathe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Until you’re resting here with meAnd &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I won’t leave, and I can’t hide, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I cannot be&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Until you’re resting here with me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don’t want to call my friends&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They might wake me from this dream&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I can’t leave this bed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Risk forgetting all that’s been&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh I am what I am, I’ll do what I wantBut I can’t hide&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I won’t go, I won’t sleep, I can’t breathe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Until you’re resting here with me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I won’t leave, and I can’t hide, I cannot be&lt;br /&gt;Until you’re resting here with me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;(Dido)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aqui comigo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eu não ouvi você partir&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eu quero saber como eu ainda estou aqui&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eu não quero mover nada, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Isso deve mudar minha memória &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, eu sou o que eu sou&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eu farei o que eu quero&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mas eu não posso esconder&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E eu não irei&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eu não dormirei&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eu não posso respirar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Até você repousar aqui comigo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eu não partirei&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eu não posso esconder&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eu não posso ser&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Até você repousar aqui comigo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eu não quero chamar meus amigos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eles devem me acordar desse sonho, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E eu não quero deixar essa cama  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Arriscando esquecer tudo que aconteceu&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, eu sou o que eu sou&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eu farei o que eu quero&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mas eu não posso esconder&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eu não irei&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eu não dormirei&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eu não posso respirar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Até de você repousar aqui comigo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eu não partirei&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eu não posso esconder&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eu não posso ser&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Até você repousar aqui comigo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5Nx5Naz-Fa4"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5Nx5Naz-Fa4&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5Nx5Naz-Fa4"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5Nx5Naz-Fa4&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/2506627560556776011-6966656667644036711?l=alinecivinelli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alinecivinelli.blogspot.com/feeds/6966656667644036711/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2506627560556776011&amp;postID=6966656667644036711&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2506627560556776011/posts/default/6966656667644036711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2506627560556776011/posts/default/6966656667644036711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alinecivinelli.blogspot.com/2008/04/here-with-with-me-aqui-comigo.html' title='Here with with me (Aqui comigo)'/><author><name>Aline Civinelli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03921265106949547037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zu7xaCUOPMQ/SAgrMkuqd1I/AAAAAAAAACk/2fiorlhNTnY/s72-c/P1140398.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2506627560556776011.post-1391265753008162454</id><published>2008-04-15T15:09:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-15T15:09:22.297-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"AMAR È ESTAR PRESO POR VONTADE!!!"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2506627560556776011-1391265753008162454?l=alinecivinelli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alinecivinelli.blogspot.com/feeds/1391265753008162454/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2506627560556776011&amp;postID=1391265753008162454&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2506627560556776011/posts/default/1391265753008162454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2506627560556776011/posts/default/1391265753008162454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alinecivinelli.blogspot.com/2008/04/amar-estar-preso-por-vontade.html' title='&quot;AMAR È ESTAR PRESO POR VONTADE!!!&quot;'/><author><name>Aline Civinelli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03921265106949547037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2506627560556776011.post-5315692368680179950</id><published>2008-04-14T20:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T20:14:03.761-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Felicidade mora ao lado???</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zu7xaCUOPMQ/SAQnn0uqdzI/AAAAAAAAACU/UQnu8lEwNPM/s1600-h/tongue%20piercing%20jpeg(1).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189316235760400178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zu7xaCUOPMQ/SAQnn0uqdzI/AAAAAAAAACU/UQnu8lEwNPM/s400/tongue%2520piercing%2520jpeg(1).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;ESTOU DE VOLTA!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Depois de alguns dias sem computer, estou de volta!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Amigos, mundo: Estou de volta realmente! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tenho pensado bastante, na verdade é o que mais faço e&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; não consigo parar, por mais que queira e precise...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sabe aquela história da "Felicidade morar ao lado"?!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;MENTIRA!!! rsrs&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A felicidade mora na nossa casa, ou melhor dizendo, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;dentro da gente!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Não podemos reclamar da vida, da família dos amigos ou &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;de alguma situação delicada que estejamos vivendo!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pelo menos eu não! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Quem cria a felicidade somos nós e quem à mantém também!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;NINGUÉM é responsável pela nossa e nós não somos pela &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;de NINGUÉM!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Claro que família, amigos, alguém que vc ame de verdade &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;se torna muito importante na sua vida, essencial na maioria &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;dos momentos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mas colocar a felicidade na mão do outro, de um trabalho, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ou em qualquer lugar fora de vc, é uma ilusão...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Isto é somente o que penso e como me sinto...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;E o Osho tb!!! rsrsrsrs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Não existem causas externas da felicidade e da infelicidade; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;elas são apenas desculpas ."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(Osho)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;MUITO AMOR PARA TODOS!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aliás, ontem foi o dia do beijo!!! Ai, ai... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aline (Nas nuvens!!!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189317747588888386" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zu7xaCUOPMQ/SAQo_0uqd0I/AAAAAAAAACc/72Dcun2JSS0/s200/BrancusiConstantin1907-Obeijo02.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Beijo – É o símbolo da união e da adesão mútuas que na Antiguidade assumiu um significado espiritual. No Zohar, verificamos que existe uma interpretação mística do vocábulo beijo, relacionada com o beijo divino: “Que ele me beije com beijos da sua boca”. Na verdade, beijo significa adesão de espírito a espírito, daí que o órgão corporal do beijo seja a boca. Pois é também pela boca que se dão os beijos de amor, unindo inseparavelmente espírito a espírito. Ou seja, aquele cuja alma sai ao beijar adere a um outro espírito, do qual jamais se separará. A esta união chama-se beijo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2506627560556776011-5315692368680179950?l=alinecivinelli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alinecivinelli.blogspot.com/feeds/5315692368680179950/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2506627560556776011&amp;postID=5315692368680179950&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2506627560556776011/posts/default/5315692368680179950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2506627560556776011/posts/default/5315692368680179950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alinecivinelli.blogspot.com/2008/04/felicidade-mora-ao-lado.html' title='A Felicidade mora ao lado???'/><author><name>Aline Civinelli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03921265106949547037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zu7xaCUOPMQ/SAQnn0uqdzI/AAAAAAAAACU/UQnu8lEwNPM/s72-c/tongue%2520piercing%2520jpeg(1).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2506627560556776011.post-613295736328179172</id><published>2008-04-08T22:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T20:14:03.939-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Verdade. O que é?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zu7xaCUOPMQ/R_xR5qvmS2I/AAAAAAAAACM/uG5phoUsvfg/s1600-h/tatoo1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187110921992293218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zu7xaCUOPMQ/R_xR5qvmS2I/AAAAAAAAACM/uG5phoUsvfg/s400/tatoo1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tudo o que vemos é verdade?&lt;br /&gt;Aquilo que acreditamos é verdade?&lt;br /&gt;E aquilo que escutamos e queremos muito acreditar, pode ser uma verdade?&lt;br /&gt;Aquilo que sabemos sem ninguém nos dizer, é verdade?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uma pessoa que parece feliz, mas carrega uma grande tristeza em seu coração. Qual a verdade sobre ela? O que ela nos mostra, ou o que sentimos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não é possível encobrir a verdade...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É possível ter uma vida totalmente verdadeira ou temos momentos de verdade em nossas vidas?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Para Osho, a verdade não pode fazer concessões, pois assim deixa de ser verdade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sejamos sinceros com nós mesmos, sobre o que vemos, o que sentimos, acreditamos, queremos e principalmente sobre o que fazemos!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Este é o ponto de partida para qualquer coisa dar certo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isto, sem dúvida, é verdade!!! rsrsrs&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2506627560556776011-613295736328179172?l=alinecivinelli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alinecivinelli.blogspot.com/feeds/613295736328179172/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2506627560556776011&amp;postID=613295736328179172&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2506627560556776011/posts/default/613295736328179172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2506627560556776011/posts/default/613295736328179172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alinecivinelli.blogspot.com/2008/04/verdade-o-que.html' title='Verdade. O que é?'/><author><name>Aline Civinelli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03921265106949547037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zu7xaCUOPMQ/R_xR5qvmS2I/AAAAAAAAACM/uG5phoUsvfg/s72-c/tatoo1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2506627560556776011.post-3210413967955964649</id><published>2008-04-07T10:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T20:14:04.264-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Transformações!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zu7xaCUOPMQ/R_pgP6vmS1I/AAAAAAAAACE/_pUA1WgKKww/s1600-h/Taj.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186563747453750098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zu7xaCUOPMQ/R_pgP6vmS1I/AAAAAAAAACE/_pUA1WgKKww/s400/Taj.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Realmente é incrível!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Como TUDO na vida está em constante mutação, principalmente nós, seres pensantes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Uma música, uma foto, um movimento ou até mesmo um sentimento que tinha um significado, no instante seguinte pode ter se transformado até em seu oposto.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Como a maioria das coisas mudam rápido, porém, outras não...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;E o que define, quem decide estas mudanças e seu tempo?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nós!!! Nossa vontade e desejo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Simples assim? Sim e não, mais ou menos, talvez...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sim para algumas situações e não para outras.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mas o que pega mesmo, é o talvez... Ai, ai! Este talvez é que me mata!!! Sempre!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Esperar, esperar, sem saber o que virá, nem quando ou como.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Faço listas, escrevo, crio histórias e relembro tudo que já aconteceu, na tentativa de não deixar o tempo levar nada importante. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aos pouquinhos os pensamentos vão mudando, as preocupações e também as prioridades, mas não o sentimento.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Este, se verdadeiro não acaba nunca!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Peço sempre que aconteça o que for melhor em cada situação, mas imploro para o que tiver que acontecer, que seja rápido!!! rsrs&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Foto: Taj Mahal - A mais linda construção à favor do amor!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2506627560556776011-3210413967955964649?l=alinecivinelli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alinecivinelli.blogspot.com/feeds/3210413967955964649/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2506627560556776011&amp;postID=3210413967955964649&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2506627560556776011/posts/default/3210413967955964649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2506627560556776011/posts/default/3210413967955964649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alinecivinelli.blogspot.com/2008/04/transformaes.html' title='Transformações!'/><author><name>Aline Civinelli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03921265106949547037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zu7xaCUOPMQ/R_pgP6vmS1I/AAAAAAAAACE/_pUA1WgKKww/s72-c/Taj.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2506627560556776011.post-3874547624214133280</id><published>2008-04-04T10:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-04T10:39:47.829-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Aline Civinelli'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='India'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dança Indiana'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Núcleo de Dança e Yoga Mahalakshimi'/><title type='text'>A Dança em Minha Vida!</title><content type='html'>Em fevereiro de 2007, logo que voltei da minha última viagem à India,começei um edição das minhas fotos que mais gosto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;São muitas e muitas pessoas tb...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Percebi que esta edição nunca vai ser finalizada, pois sempre tem uma foto nova, pra inserir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vou postar por partes, e o vídeo começa assim: A Dança em Minha Vida!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-4297913da9ed488" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" 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Civinelli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03921265106949547037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2506627560556776011.post-1292945802955351403</id><published>2008-04-02T12:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T20:14:04.512-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Aline Civinelli'/><title type='text'>AMADO!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zu7xaCUOPMQ/R_PbN6vmS0I/AAAAAAAAAB4/ycVXyBdjsyU/s1600-h/rio+de+janeiro.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184728628187253570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zu7xaCUOPMQ/R_PbN6vmS0I/AAAAAAAAAB4/ycVXyBdjsyU/s400/rio+de+janeiro.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hoje estava na praia, Leblon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Conversando, ouvindo música... de repente uma canção que guiou meu pensamento...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ai, ai...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Como a vida é feita de mistérios!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Minha vida tem trilha sonora, para cada momento tem uma ou várias músicas que se encaixam perfeitamente!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;É incrível!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;É esta:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Amado&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como pode ser gostar de alguém&lt;br /&gt;E esse tal alguém não ser seu&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fico desejando nós gastando o mar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pôr do sol, postal, mais ninguém&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Peço tanto a Deus&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Para esquecer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mas só de pedir me lembro&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Minha linda flor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Meu jasmim será&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Meus melhores beijos serão seus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sinto que você é ligado a mim&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sempre que estou indo, volto atrás&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Estou entregue a ponto de estar sempre só&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Esperando um sim ou nunca mais&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sinto absoluto o dom de existir, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;não há solidão, nem pena&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nessa doação, milagres do amor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sinto uma extensão divina&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;É tanta graça lá fora passa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;O tempo sem você&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mas pode sim&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ser sim amado e tudo acontecer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Quero dançar com você&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dançar com você!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ftstYZ4OxeI"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ftstYZ4OxeI&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/2506627560556776011-1292945802955351403?l=alinecivinelli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alinecivinelli.blogspot.com/feeds/1292945802955351403/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2506627560556776011&amp;postID=1292945802955351403&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2506627560556776011/posts/default/1292945802955351403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2506627560556776011/posts/default/1292945802955351403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alinecivinelli.blogspot.com/2008/04/amado.html' title='AMADO!'/><author><name>Aline Civinelli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03921265106949547037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zu7xaCUOPMQ/R_PbN6vmS0I/AAAAAAAAAB4/ycVXyBdjsyU/s72-c/rio+de+janeiro.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2506627560556776011.post-2435726899691788737</id><published>2008-04-01T07:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T20:14:04.727-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Aline Civinelli'/><title type='text'>Alegria de criança!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zu7xaCUOPMQ/R_JPC6vmSzI/AAAAAAAAABw/sVPselq1OmI/s1600-h/especiais.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184293032604093234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zu7xaCUOPMQ/R_JPC6vmSzI/AAAAAAAAABw/sVPselq1OmI/s400/especiais.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Minhas manhãs de terças e quintas são tão mais coloridas e alegres!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Como é bom dar aula!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ver o resultado e a felicidade de cada um, à cada passo novo aprendido, à cada pedaçinho de dança conquistado!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Depois de tanto esforço deles, é isto que vale!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A criatividade da pequenininhas me fascina, me sinto plena e feliz!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alguém que não lembro disse:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Antes de ensinar qualquer coisa para uma criança, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;é preciso amá-la."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Queridos alunos: Eu AMO vcs profundamente!!!&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/2506627560556776011-2435726899691788737?l=alinecivinelli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alinecivinelli.blogspot.com/feeds/2435726899691788737/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2506627560556776011&amp;postID=2435726899691788737&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2506627560556776011/posts/default/2435726899691788737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2506627560556776011/posts/default/2435726899691788737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alinecivinelli.blogspot.com/2008/04/alegria-de-criana.html' title='Alegria de criança!!!'/><author><name>Aline Civinelli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03921265106949547037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zu7xaCUOPMQ/R_JPC6vmSzI/AAAAAAAAABw/sVPselq1OmI/s72-c/especiais.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2506627560556776011.post-2075226667470013464</id><published>2008-03-31T21:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T20:14:05.288-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Aline Civinelli'/><title type='text'>Mudanças Necessárias!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zu7xaCUOPMQ/R_G44qvmSyI/AAAAAAAAABo/E8i15gVpuHg/s1600-h/Tchungan+shiva.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184127929766267682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zu7xaCUOPMQ/R_G44qvmSyI/AAAAAAAAABo/E8i15gVpuHg/s400/Tchungan+shiva.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;2008 é o ano de Shiva, ano das mudanças, da destruição de tudo que deve ser reconstruído. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Estava conversando sobre isto hoje...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;É impressionante como muitas frases do Osho fazem total sentido para mim, sempre fizeram, neste momento muito mais, como se o encaixe fosse PERFEITO!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;TODA MUDANÇA É POSITIVA!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;As frases que seguem são do Osho e falam sobre mudanças, libertação e transformação. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;EU ACREDITO!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;"Perceber-se aprisionado é um grande insight, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;porque a partir desse momento a pessoa começa &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;a fazer esforços para se libertar."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;"Somente a transformação pode ajudar, e a transformação precisa de profunda aceitação de seu ser, tal como você é.&lt;br /&gt;Sem nenhum julgamento, sem dizer “Isto é bom, aquilo é ruim!” – sem qualquer avaliação.&lt;br /&gt;Não seja um juiz! Simplesmente confie em sua natureza e flua com ela, e não tente nadar contra a correnteza."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003300;"&gt;"Descubra por que você está se sentindo entediado.&lt;br /&gt;Mude. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003300;"&gt;É uma vida tão curta!"&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;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2506627560556776011-2075226667470013464?l=alinecivinelli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alinecivinelli.blogspot.com/feeds/2075226667470013464/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2506627560556776011&amp;postID=2075226667470013464&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2506627560556776011/posts/default/2075226667470013464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2506627560556776011/posts/default/2075226667470013464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alinecivinelli.blogspot.com/2008/03/mudanas-necessrias.html' title='Mudanças Necessárias!!!'/><author><name>Aline Civinelli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03921265106949547037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zu7xaCUOPMQ/R_G44qvmSyI/AAAAAAAAABo/E8i15gVpuHg/s72-c/Tchungan+shiva.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2506627560556776011.post-8984805137155052271</id><published>2008-03-31T11:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T20:14:05.535-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Aline Civinelli'/><title type='text'>Por não estarem distraídos...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zu7xaCUOPMQ/R_EutKvmSxI/AAAAAAAAABg/0bEarQrjOng/s1600-h/ferias+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183975999593138962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zu7xaCUOPMQ/R_EutKvmSxI/AAAAAAAAABg/0bEarQrjOng/s400/ferias+006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Aproveitemos os momentos de AMOR!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Havia a levíssima embriaguez de andarem juntos, a alegria como &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;quando se sente a garganta um pouco seca e se vê que por &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;admiração se estava de boca entreaberta: eles respiravam de &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;antemão o ar que estava à frente, e ter esta sede era a própria água deles. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Andavam por ruas e ruas falando e rindo, falavam e riam &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;para dar matéria peso à levíssima embriaguez que era a alegria &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;da sede deles. Por causa de carros e pessoas, às vezes eles se tocavam, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;e ao toque - a sede é a graça, mas as águas são uma beleza de escuras &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- e ao toque brilhava o brilho da águadeles, a boca ficando &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;um pouco mais seca de admiração. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Como eles admiravam estarem juntos! Até que tudo se transformou em não. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tudo se transformou em não quando eles quiseram essa mesma alegria deles.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Então a grande dança dos erros. O cerimonial das palavras desacertadas. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ele procurava e não via, ela não via que ele não vira, ela que, estava ali, no entanto. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;No entanto ele que estava ali. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tudo errou, e havia a grande poeira das ruas, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;e quanto mais erravam, mais com aspereza queriam, sem um sorriso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tudo só porque tinham prestado atenção, só porque não estavam bastante distraídos. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Só porque, de súbito exigentes e duros, quiseram ter o que já tinham. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tudo porque quiseram dar um nome; porque quiseram ser, eles que eram.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Foram então aprender que, não se estando distraído, o telefone não toca, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;e é preciso sair de casa para que a carta chegue, e quando o telefone finalmente toca, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;o deserto da espera já cortou os fios. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tudo, tudo por não estarem mais distraídos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Clarice Lispector)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2506627560556776011-8984805137155052271?l=alinecivinelli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alinecivinelli.blogspot.com/feeds/8984805137155052271/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2506627560556776011&amp;postID=8984805137155052271&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2506627560556776011/posts/default/8984805137155052271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2506627560556776011/posts/default/8984805137155052271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alinecivinelli.blogspot.com/2008/03/por-no-estarem-distrados.html' title='Por não estarem distraídos...'/><author><name>Aline Civinelli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03921265106949547037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zu7xaCUOPMQ/R_EutKvmSxI/AAAAAAAAABg/0bEarQrjOng/s72-c/ferias+006.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2506627560556776011.post-1385654002722888797</id><published>2008-03-31T11:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T20:14:05.837-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Aline Civinelli'/><title type='text'>Quase...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zu7xaCUOPMQ/R_EtuavmSwI/AAAAAAAAABY/LAK512vMLDk/s1600-h/DSC02945.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183974921556347650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zu7xaCUOPMQ/R_EtuavmSwI/AAAAAAAAABY/LAK512vMLDk/s400/DSC02945.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zu7xaCUOPMQ/R_EszqvmSvI/AAAAAAAAABQ/AdWuGoUvKoE/s1600-h/DSC02945.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Momento praia, sol e amigas!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;O texto à seguir contém muitas verdades pra mim!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ainda pior que a convicção do não, a incerteza do talvez é a desilusão de um "quase".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É o quase que me incomoda, que me entristece, que me mata trazendo tudo que poderia ter sido e não foi.&lt;br /&gt;Quem quase ganhou ainda joga, quem quase passou ainda estuda, quem quase morreu está vivo, quem quase amou não amou.&lt;br /&gt;Basta pensar nas oportunidades que escaparam pelos dedos, nas chances que se perdem por medo, nas idéias que nunca sairão do papel por essa maldita mania de viver no outono.&lt;br /&gt;Pergunto-me, às vezes, o que nos leva a escolher uma vida morna; ou melhor, não me pergunto, contesto. A resposta eu sei de cor, está estampada na distância e frieza dos sorrisos, na frouxidão dos abraços, na indiferença dos "bom dia", quase que sussurrados. Sobra covardia e falta coragem até pra ser feliz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A paixão queima, o amor enlouquece, o desejo trai. Talvez esses fossem bons motivos para decidir entre a alegria e a dor, sentir o nada, mas não são. Se a virtude estivesse mesmo no meio termo, o mar não teria ondas, os dias seriam nublados e o arco-íris em tons de cinza. O nada não ilumina, não inspira, não aflige, nem acalma, apenas amplia o vazio que cada um traz dentro de si.&lt;br /&gt;Não é que fé mova montanhas, nem que todas as estrelas estejam ao alcance, para as coisas que não podem ser mudadas resta-nos somente paciência, porém, preferir a derrota prévia à dúvida da vitória é desperdiçar a oportunidade de merecer.&lt;br /&gt;Pros erros há perdão; pros fracassos, chance; pros amores impossíveis, tempo. De nada adianta cercar um coração vazio ou economizar alma. Um romance cujo fim é instantâneo ou indolor não é romance. Não deixe que a saudade sufoque, que a rotina acomode, que o medo impeça de tentar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Desconfie do destino e acredite em você. Gaste mais horas realizando que sonhando, fazendo que planejando, vivendo que esperando porque, embora quem quase morre esteja vivo, quem quase vive já morreu!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Luís Fernando Veríssimo)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2506627560556776011-1385654002722888797?l=alinecivinelli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alinecivinelli.blogspot.com/feeds/1385654002722888797/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2506627560556776011&amp;postID=1385654002722888797&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2506627560556776011/posts/default/1385654002722888797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2506627560556776011/posts/default/1385654002722888797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alinecivinelli.blogspot.com/2008/03/quase.html' title='Quase...'/><author><name>Aline Civinelli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03921265106949547037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zu7xaCUOPMQ/R_EtuavmSwI/AAAAAAAAABY/LAK512vMLDk/s72-c/DSC02945.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2506627560556776011.post-3339203159288463077</id><published>2008-03-30T19:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T20:14:06.030-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Aline Civinelli'/><title type='text'>METADE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zu7xaCUOPMQ/R_BLh6vmSuI/AAAAAAAAABI/Dy66j6w1BTM/s1600-h/ATgAAAAHx1EVZXTJFYovsy8Ov8nWLFC3-30o7jPOlvpRZ-skXrQXMQlhLBeEqBRe2R7weDdEiDM-bwztTn205B7BQDsGAJtU9VByw42fZvk_2DXlk6Lm6iGbLJrxBA.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183726217180105442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zu7xaCUOPMQ/R_BLh6vmSuI/AAAAAAAAABI/Dy66j6w1BTM/s320/ATgAAAAHx1EVZXTJFYovsy8Ov8nWLFC3-30o7jPOlvpRZ-skXrQXMQlhLBeEqBRe2R7weDdEiDM-bwztTn205B7BQDsGAJtU9VByw42fZvk_2DXlk6Lm6iGbLJrxBA.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Que a força do medo que tenho não me impeça de ver o que anseio.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Que a morte de tudo que acredito não me tape os ouvidos e a boca.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Porque metade de mim é o que eu grito, mas a outra metade é silêncio.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Que a música que ouço ao longe seja linda, ainda que triste.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Que a mulher que eu amo seja sempre amada, mesmo que distante.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Porque metade de mim é partida e a outra metade é saudade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Que as palavras que eu falo não sejam ouvidas como prece nem repetidas com fervor, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;apenas respeitadas como a única coisa que resta &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;a um homem inundado de sentimento.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Porque metade de mim é o que ouço, mas a outra metade é o que calo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Que a minha vontade de ir embora se transforme na calma e na paz que eu mereço, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;que essa tensão que me corroe por dentro seja um dia recompensada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Porque metade de mim é o que penso e a outra metade é um vulcão.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Que o medo da solidão se afaste, que o convívio comigo mesmo se torne ao menos suportável.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Que o espelho reflita em meu rosto o doce sorriso que eu me lembrode ter dado na infância.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Porque metade de mim é a lembrança do que já fui, a outra metade eu não sei...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Que não seja preciso mais do que uma simples alegria para me fazeraquietar o espírito.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;E que o teu silêncio me fale cada vez mais.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Porque metade de mim é abrigo, mas a outra metade é cansaço. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Que a arte nos aponte uma resposta, mesmo que ela não saiba,e que ninguém a tente complicar, porque é preciso simplicidadepara fazê-la florescer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Porque metade de mim é a platéia e a outra metade, a canção.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;E que minha loucura seja perdoada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Porque metade de mim é amor e a outra metade... Também!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;(Oswaldo Montenegro)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2506627560556776011-3339203159288463077?l=alinecivinelli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2506627560556776011/posts/default/3339203159288463077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2506627560556776011/posts/default/3339203159288463077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alinecivinelli.blogspot.com/2008/03/metade-que-fora-do-medo-que-tenho-no-me.html' title='METADE'/><author><name>Aline Civinelli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03921265106949547037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zu7xaCUOPMQ/R_BLh6vmSuI/AAAAAAAAABI/Dy66j6w1BTM/s72-c/ATgAAAAHx1EVZXTJFYovsy8Ov8nWLFC3-30o7jPOlvpRZ-skXrQXMQlhLBeEqBRe2R7weDdEiDM-bwztTn205B7BQDsGAJtU9VByw42fZvk_2DXlk6Lm6iGbLJrxBA.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry></feed>
