<?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-5010945238524676664</id><updated>2011-12-07T02:23:04.699-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Michael and Carolina</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mandcdorrough.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5010945238524676664/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mandcdorrough.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Carolina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00515200010111733937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gouMVBlRwyY/SzVMTjRkqNI/AAAAAAAAALY/q6UAdDJ-T9o/S220/s%C3%ADmbolo+do+nosso+amor.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>70</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5010945238524676664.post-3253843256097595375</id><published>2011-12-07T02:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-07T02:23:04.709-08:00</updated><title type='text'>... então é Natal! E o que você fez?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Ah, fiz milhões de coisas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Trabalhei no templo como oficiante e ontem fui "honrosamente desobrigada" pelo Pres. Williams. Chorei muuuuuito.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Também me despedi das oficiantes e missionárias com quem convivi. Foram meses muito bons.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Organizei todas as coisas necessárias e ensinei minha mãe a usar o caixa eletrônico.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Também ensinei meu marido a usar um orçamento. Dessa maneira podemos usar sabiamente o dinheirinho!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Fiz uma limpeza no meu facebook. Muita gente que nem gosta de mim está por lá partilhando da minha vida e tendo a ousadia de me mandar emails cobrando posturas. Ah, tenha dó.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Organizei todo o meu armário e fiquei surpresa com a quantidade de coisas que eu tinha e nem usava. Tudo pra doação!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Trabalhei na minha genealogia. Infelizmente descobri que nem todo o que tem o mesmo sobrenome pode ser chamado parente. Você pode até querer, mas pense no constrangimento...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Ensinei a segunda prole de Pipoca a usar a areia higiênica. E eles são lindos!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;4. De novo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Mainha mandou as 3, Pipoca, Gorda e Preta para o Dr. Pet e estão todas histerectomizadas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Ajudei na decoração de Natal da casa da minha tia. Ela comprou uma árvore nova que é maior que ela... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Servi com todo o vigor na minha ala, mas infelizmente não fui bem compreendida. Não estou nem aí. Fiz o meu melhor e fiz a diferença. Isso é o que importa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Aprendi que AMIGO é um título de nobreza. Então, só os nobres devem ostentá-lo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Escrevi minhas metas e projetos para o ano que vem. Estou muito empolgada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Fui feliz nesse ano. Muito feliz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;=*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;C.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5010945238524676664-3253843256097595375?l=mandcdorrough.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mandcdorrough.blogspot.com/feeds/3253843256097595375/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mandcdorrough.blogspot.com/2011/12/entao-e-natal-e-o-que-voce-fez.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5010945238524676664/posts/default/3253843256097595375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5010945238524676664/posts/default/3253843256097595375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mandcdorrough.blogspot.com/2011/12/entao-e-natal-e-o-que-voce-fez.html' title='... então é Natal! E o que você fez?'/><author><name>Carolina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00515200010111733937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gouMVBlRwyY/SzVMTjRkqNI/AAAAAAAAALY/q6UAdDJ-T9o/S220/s%C3%ADmbolo+do+nosso+amor.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5010945238524676664.post-4211036776083787</id><published>2010-12-13T15:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-13T16:24:16.237-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mudanças de Fim de Ano!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gouMVBlRwyY/TQa4vfS93jI/AAAAAAAAAPg/WVg4Men6FlI/s1600/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 245px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gouMVBlRwyY/TQa4vfS93jI/AAAAAAAAAPg/WVg4Men6FlI/s320/1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550326716775128626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaaah, estou de volta.&lt;div&gt;Nesses meses muitas coisas aconteceram. Fiz um ano de casada com meu marido lindo e fofo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Concluí alguns processos, resolvi algumas coisas, e finalmente tudo o que precisávamos para o visto está finalmente nas mãos dos responsáveis.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Limpei minha árvore de amizades, podando generosamente os galhos que estavam querendo abafar a força da minha raiz.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Descobri coisas incríveis e que me ajudaram muito nesse tempo também.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Finalizei meu decluttering interno. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Estabeleci novas metas a partir do meu planejamento inicial.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bati minhas metas no campo acadêmico. Isso não significa que não estudarei mais nada na vida... claro que o Mestrado está bem em minha lista de coisinhas para fazer, mas não é minha prioridade agora. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Estou investindo no espiritual e no profissional. Tenho recebido oportunidades novas de servir na Igreja e elas tem me ajudado a colocar tudo na perspectiva correta.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mudei de carreira kkkk, com pleno apoio do marido lindo e fofo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eu já sabia da minha angústia por tudo limpo, organizado e sinalizado, mas não sabia que havia uma possibilidade de carreira nisso. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Existem pessoas no mundo todo que tem deficiências nessa área e outras que são bem doentinhas e sujinhas, relaxadinhas, que vivem em lugares cheios de lixo e montanhas de coisas que não servem para mais nada e eu posso desenvolver as técnicas para ajudar e enquanto faço o que realmente gosto, ganho experiência e dinheirinho!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nessa jornada de estudo (sim, um personal organizer tem de estudar muito e não, uma secretária ou empregada doméstica, como era chamada antigamente não é a mesma coisa que um personal organizer, embora as atividades tenham seus encontros em muitos momentos) encontrei muita gente bacana. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Encontrei também aquelas pessoas que para dividir o nome de um livro querem comissão - terrível...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No meio das pessoas muito bacanas (nível acima das somente bacanas), encontrei a Ana Maria Afonso, do blog &lt;a href="http://anaafonsoorganizer.com.br/"&gt;http://anaafonsoorganizer.com.br&lt;/a&gt; que muito me ajudou a ter informações claras e tirou muitas dúvidas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Participei de um concurso no blog dela e ganhei um brinde lindo que será sempre muito lembrado quando estiver estudando e trabalhando nessa área fascinante.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No mais, estou feliz. E por tudo isso, prometo organizar meu tempo de modo a escrever aqui sempre. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And, of course, Ill improve my English and Ill write more, cause my international fanclub deserves it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;=*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;C.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Imagem do Curso de Organização de Residências, google.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5010945238524676664-4211036776083787?l=mandcdorrough.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mandcdorrough.blogspot.com/feeds/4211036776083787/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mandcdorrough.blogspot.com/2010/12/mudancas-de-fim-de-ano.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5010945238524676664/posts/default/4211036776083787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5010945238524676664/posts/default/4211036776083787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mandcdorrough.blogspot.com/2010/12/mudancas-de-fim-de-ano.html' title='Mudanças de Fim de Ano!'/><author><name>Carolina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00515200010111733937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gouMVBlRwyY/SzVMTjRkqNI/AAAAAAAAALY/q6UAdDJ-T9o/S220/s%C3%ADmbolo+do+nosso+amor.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gouMVBlRwyY/TQa4vfS93jI/AAAAAAAAAPg/WVg4Men6FlI/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5010945238524676664.post-7313529198676564034</id><published>2010-08-26T20:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-26T20:48:17.679-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Novos Inícios...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; "&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCCC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;A melhor coisa que me aconteceu foi ter saído de um lugar, encerrado um trabalho, concluído um projeto, finalizado um estudo e ter a possibilidade de ir adiante, realizando mais e melhor, agora com a perspectiva correta, que é a perspectiva eterna.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCCC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Saber quem sou e o que posso realizar é realmente um conhecimento que liberta. Liberta da dor de não se saber quem se é, liberta da loucura pelo lucro, que nem sempre é sua, mas que certamente você está diretamente envolvida em, salva dos falsos amigos, amores de mentira, dos transtornos obssessivos compulsivos, das noites mal dormidas...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCCC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;O sono de uma pessoa livre é o mais leve.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCCC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Não quero que se entenda aqui que tenho mágoas... claro que não, todas as experiências foram importantes e necessárias - pertinentes até. Mas não há nada melhor do que retornar para o caminho correto, ou melhor, apertado e reto. Difícil por vezes, mas muito, imensamente feliz ao final.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCCC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Para que se entenda qual tenha sido o meu caminho - e esse eu tenho o privilégio de dividir com minha família e não só a que se forma por minha mãe, meu marido e filho, mas por todas as amigas e amigos que tomaram decisões como a minha, (E que não se arrependem!) divido a origem de meu questionamento. Ladies and gentleman, Sister Julie B. Beck&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCCC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCCC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCCC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Some of you women are deciding now whether you should marry and have a family or choose a career. You are bright and qualified, and you have opportunities your grandmothers never dreamed of. The possibilities for earning credentials and making a mark for yourselves on the world stage have never been greater. But I hope you are making your decisions with the blessings of Abraham in mind. Latter-day Saint women should understand that no matter how many other people they enlist to help them with their home and children, they cannot delegate their role as the primary nurturer and teacher of their families. Righteous motherhood will always stretch every reserve they have to meet the needs of their families. As a daughter of God who has made covenants with Him, each of you carries the vital and indispensable female half of the responsibility for fulfilling the Lord’s plan. Each of you has the agency to prayerfully and humbly choose how to approach your career opportunities. Every choice has a consequence. You cannot have everything and do everything. You must choose with eternal priorities in mind. I would hope that you will understand that there are no glamorous careers. Every form of employment has its own innate challenges. Many choices available in the world today compete with eternal goals and responsibilities. Many choices could persuade you to delay or limit the number of children you invite into your family. Many choices could rob you of critical time and energy necessary to adequately care for your spouse, your children, and your responsibilities in the Lord’s kingdom. These decisions are between you and the Lord. He knows the desires of your heart and your unique situation."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCCC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCCC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;=*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCCC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;C.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5010945238524676664-7313529198676564034?l=mandcdorrough.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mandcdorrough.blogspot.com/feeds/7313529198676564034/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mandcdorrough.blogspot.com/2010/08/novos-inicios.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5010945238524676664/posts/default/7313529198676564034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5010945238524676664/posts/default/7313529198676564034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mandcdorrough.blogspot.com/2010/08/novos-inicios.html' title='Novos Inícios...'/><author><name>Carolina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00515200010111733937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gouMVBlRwyY/SzVMTjRkqNI/AAAAAAAAALY/q6UAdDJ-T9o/S220/s%C3%ADmbolo+do+nosso+amor.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5010945238524676664.post-6945161194303224731</id><published>2010-08-13T08:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-13T09:00:46.654-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Família é para Sempre...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gouMVBlRwyY/TGVsDv_jsgI/AAAAAAAAAPI/Ai6XOpJCuoY/s1600/023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gouMVBlRwyY/TGVsDv_jsgI/AAAAAAAAAPI/Ai6XOpJCuoY/s320/023.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504924931208753666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A família é para sempre&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eternamente unida&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E nada poderá nos separar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;O nosso sonho é, um dia, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Se pudermos merecer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Continuar unidos como aqui&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No Lar Celestial...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Eu cantava esse hino quando era uma jovem e a idéia de ter uma família eterna era muito distante... e o tempo passou...&lt;div&gt;Nossa família foi selada na manhã do dia 06 de agosto, no Templo de Recife; a cerimônia foi celebrada pelo Presidente Frederick G. Williams (um homem muito especial, um espírito muito doce). Mamãe e tia Nêne estavam lá. Tio Sergio (prof. Instituto) foi nossa testemunha especial :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Foi tudo lindo!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;=*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;C.&lt;br /&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/5010945238524676664-6945161194303224731?l=mandcdorrough.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mandcdorrough.blogspot.com/feeds/6945161194303224731/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mandcdorrough.blogspot.com/2010/08/familia-e-para-sempre.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5010945238524676664/posts/default/6945161194303224731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5010945238524676664/posts/default/6945161194303224731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mandcdorrough.blogspot.com/2010/08/familia-e-para-sempre.html' title='A Família é para Sempre...'/><author><name>Carolina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00515200010111733937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gouMVBlRwyY/SzVMTjRkqNI/AAAAAAAAALY/q6UAdDJ-T9o/S220/s%C3%ADmbolo+do+nosso+amor.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gouMVBlRwyY/TGVsDv_jsgI/AAAAAAAAAPI/Ai6XOpJCuoY/s72-c/023.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5010945238524676664.post-7346012711456089334</id><published>2010-07-29T03:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-29T03:38:15.772-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Less than a week...</title><content type='html'>Here it is less than a week&lt;br /&gt;I will have you in my arms&lt;br /&gt;Wrapped in your embrace&lt;br /&gt;I have missed you so much&lt;br /&gt;Your love is nothing short of amazing&lt;br /&gt;I have found the love of my life&lt;br /&gt;You are my wife, best friend, lover, girlfriend&lt;br /&gt;I have all I could ever want all in one amazing person&lt;br /&gt;Every virtue that comes to mind you are right next to it&lt;br /&gt;I am just so madly in love with you&lt;br /&gt;So much we can do together&lt;br /&gt;Alot of things we will do&lt;br /&gt;Life is simply beautiful with you&lt;br /&gt;I will kiss you from dawn till dusk&lt;br /&gt;Hold you in my arms at night&lt;br /&gt;And so much more&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for your love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Always and Forever,&lt;br /&gt;M&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Isnt it beautiful?...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5010945238524676664-7346012711456089334?l=mandcdorrough.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mandcdorrough.blogspot.com/feeds/7346012711456089334/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mandcdorrough.blogspot.com/2010/07/less-than-week.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5010945238524676664/posts/default/7346012711456089334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5010945238524676664/posts/default/7346012711456089334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mandcdorrough.blogspot.com/2010/07/less-than-week.html' title='Less than a week...'/><author><name>Carolina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00515200010111733937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gouMVBlRwyY/SzVMTjRkqNI/AAAAAAAAALY/q6UAdDJ-T9o/S220/s%C3%ADmbolo+do+nosso+amor.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5010945238524676664.post-4488736745617258136</id><published>2010-07-23T02:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-23T02:48:47.097-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Perfect Couple</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gouMVBlRwyY/TEllMmiGDLI/AAAAAAAAAO4/T86ZuO3rxCU/s1600/MissPiggy1.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 280px; height: 292px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gouMVBlRwyY/TEllMmiGDLI/AAAAAAAAAO4/T86ZuO3rxCU/s320/MissPiggy1.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497036087358786738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gouMVBlRwyY/TEllMVU_gdI/AAAAAAAAAOw/cXIoDG7_1a8/s1600/caco.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gouMVBlRwyY/TEllMVU_gdI/AAAAAAAAAOw/cXIoDG7_1a8/s320/caco.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497036082740429266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What vous need to do?&lt;div&gt;Find you own Kermit!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kissy Kissy,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Miss Piggy :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&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/5010945238524676664-4488736745617258136?l=mandcdorrough.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mandcdorrough.blogspot.com/feeds/4488736745617258136/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mandcdorrough.blogspot.com/2010/07/perfect-couple.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5010945238524676664/posts/default/4488736745617258136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5010945238524676664/posts/default/4488736745617258136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mandcdorrough.blogspot.com/2010/07/perfect-couple.html' title='Perfect Couple'/><author><name>Carolina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00515200010111733937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gouMVBlRwyY/SzVMTjRkqNI/AAAAAAAAALY/q6UAdDJ-T9o/S220/s%C3%ADmbolo+do+nosso+amor.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gouMVBlRwyY/TEllMmiGDLI/AAAAAAAAAO4/T86ZuO3rxCU/s72-c/MissPiggy1.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5010945238524676664.post-202685634783804594</id><published>2010-07-07T14:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-07T15:35:19.047-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Arte em toda parte</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gouMVBlRwyY/TDT4h3mFeTI/AAAAAAAAAOo/JOIhfghA0so/s1600/tereza-costa-regob.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gouMVBlRwyY/TDT4h3mFeTI/AAAAAAAAAOo/JOIhfghA0so/s320/tereza-costa-regob.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491287106414541106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje mudando meus livros de lugar, achei um catálogo do Olinda Arte em Toda Parte no ano em que fui voluntária e trabalhei na grande exposição de arte na cidade. Lindo e polêmico, afinal, arte é uma forma de ver e demonstrar o que se sente e as interações com o meio. Lembro de muitas telas, como Brennand e Tereza Costa Rêgo. Dessa eu gosto muito. Ela retrata o que gosta - geralmente mulheres e gatos - em telas com cores fortes como o vermelho. Reconheço uma tela dela com muita facilidade e admiro muito a artista em si. Tenho outros artistas preferidos e marido também, mas hoje só Tereza.&lt;div&gt;Beijo!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5010945238524676664-202685634783804594?l=mandcdorrough.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mandcdorrough.blogspot.com/feeds/202685634783804594/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mandcdorrough.blogspot.com/2010/07/arte-em-toda-parte.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5010945238524676664/posts/default/202685634783804594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5010945238524676664/posts/default/202685634783804594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mandcdorrough.blogspot.com/2010/07/arte-em-toda-parte.html' title='Arte em toda parte'/><author><name>Carolina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00515200010111733937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gouMVBlRwyY/SzVMTjRkqNI/AAAAAAAAALY/q6UAdDJ-T9o/S220/s%C3%ADmbolo+do+nosso+amor.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gouMVBlRwyY/TDT4h3mFeTI/AAAAAAAAAOo/JOIhfghA0so/s72-c/tereza-costa-regob.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5010945238524676664.post-3762761862176813776</id><published>2010-06-29T16:29:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-29T16:30:17.649-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top:0cm;margin-right:.9pt;margin-bottom:0cm; margin-left:17.6pt;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-indent:-9.0pt;line-height:normal; tab-stops:36.0pt;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Segoe Script&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-Segoe Script&amp;quot;;font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12.0pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;34 dias&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top:0cm;margin-right:.9pt;margin-bottom:0cm; margin-left:17.6pt;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-indent:-9.0pt;line-height:normal; tab-stops:36.0pt;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Segoe Script&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-Segoe Script&amp;quot;;font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12.0pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;*Eu posso olhar em seus olhos e não me preocupar com o tempo&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top:0cm;margin-right:.9pt;margin-bottom:0cm; margin-left:17.6pt;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-indent:-9.0pt;line-height:normal; tab-stops:36.0pt;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Segoe Script&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-Segoe Script&amp;quot;;font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12.0pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;*Eu posso te segurar em meus braços e não me preocupar se eu vou estar atrasado para o trabalho&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top:0cm;margin-right:.9pt;margin-bottom:0cm; margin-left:17.6pt;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-indent:-9.0pt;line-height:normal; tab-stops:36.0pt;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Segoe Script&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-Segoe Script&amp;quot;;font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12.0pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;*Eu posso passar meus dedos por seu cabelo&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top:0cm;margin-right:.9pt;margin-bottom:0cm; margin-left:17.6pt;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-indent:-9.0pt;line-height:normal; tab-stops:36.0pt;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Segoe Script&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-Segoe Script&amp;quot;;font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12.0pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;*Podemos estudar em conjunto e não nos preocuparmos com um comentário atrasado&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top:0cm;margin-right:.9pt;margin-bottom:0cm; margin-left:17.6pt;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-indent:-9.0pt;line-height:normal; tab-stops:36.0pt;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Segoe Script&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-Segoe Script&amp;quot;;font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12.0pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;*Eu estarei ao seu lado. Você é meu amor, minha vida, minha melhor amiga&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top:0cm;margin-right:.9pt;margin-bottom:0cm; margin-left:17.6pt;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-indent:-9.0pt;line-height:normal; tab-stops:36.0pt;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Segoe Script&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-Segoe Script&amp;quot;;font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12.0pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;M.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5010945238524676664-3762761862176813776?l=mandcdorrough.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mandcdorrough.blogspot.com/feeds/3762761862176813776/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mandcdorrough.blogspot.com/2010/06/34-dias-eu-posso-olhar-em-seus-olhos-e.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5010945238524676664/posts/default/3762761862176813776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5010945238524676664/posts/default/3762761862176813776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mandcdorrough.blogspot.com/2010/06/34-dias-eu-posso-olhar-em-seus-olhos-e.html' title=''/><author><name>Carolina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00515200010111733937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gouMVBlRwyY/SzVMTjRkqNI/AAAAAAAAALY/q6UAdDJ-T9o/S220/s%C3%ADmbolo+do+nosso+amor.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5010945238524676664.post-6356228366490188883</id><published>2010-06-28T15:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-28T15:23:25.168-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Poem...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: garamond, 'new york', times, serif; "&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FF33;"&gt;When I look back on the things we have done&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FF33;"&gt;We have cried a million tears together&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FF33;"&gt;You have given me love as &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1277763648_0"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FF33;"&gt;bright as the sun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FF33;"&gt;We look over one anothers shoulder&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FF33;"&gt;To protect and watch over&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FF33;"&gt;When the sun goes down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FF33;"&gt;the nights grow dark and colder&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FF33;"&gt;I will be there looking over you shoulder&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FF33;"&gt;Our love is as deep as the ocean&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FF33;"&gt;Like the long wave staying forever in motion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FF33;"&gt;To carry us all the way home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FF33;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FF33;"&gt;Love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FF33;"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5010945238524676664-6356228366490188883?l=mandcdorrough.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mandcdorrough.blogspot.com/feeds/6356228366490188883/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mandcdorrough.blogspot.com/2010/06/poem.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5010945238524676664/posts/default/6356228366490188883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5010945238524676664/posts/default/6356228366490188883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mandcdorrough.blogspot.com/2010/06/poem.html' title='Poem...'/><author><name>Carolina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00515200010111733937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gouMVBlRwyY/SzVMTjRkqNI/AAAAAAAAALY/q6UAdDJ-T9o/S220/s%C3%ADmbolo+do+nosso+amor.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5010945238524676664.post-1445574971447555347</id><published>2010-06-28T14:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-28T14:30:39.793-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ah, o Brasil!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gouMVBlRwyY/TCkT00cBrWI/AAAAAAAAAOg/gs7LVqqv4gg/s1600/bandeira+brasil.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 224px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gouMVBlRwyY/TCkT00cBrWI/AAAAAAAAAOg/gs7LVqqv4gg/s320/bandeira+brasil.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487939419077979490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah.... o Brasil. Tantas coisas já foram ditas sobre esse país que eu não quero me repetir aqui.&lt;div&gt;Desigualdades e desmatamento, politicagem, corrupção, violência são o prato do dia. Chega né?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Estou olhando pelo olho mágico do portão da casa de minha mãe e posso dizer o que vejo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Basta bater no fundo de uma lata para resgatar a alegria...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Basta uma chuva mais forte para todo mundo doar o que tem, e às vezes até o que não tem...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Basta a Copa para TUDO parar. TUDO mesmo. Não tem ônibus nem padaria aberta na hora do jogo. Mas por que estaria aberto? Você vai comer pão na hora do jogo? Claaaaaaro que não.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Todos ligados na mesma emissora - apesar de o locutor ser uma mala. Completamente louco.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Ouviram do Ipiranga" e já está todo mundo com a voz embargada. Realmente não há hino tão lindo e tão expressivo. É uma pena que a maioria das pessoas não saiba cantar, confunda as estrofes e na pior das hipóteses, não entenda o que está cantando... mas nada disso importa!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A gente quer é bola rolando... "Eu quero ver gol, eu quero ver gol!" já cantava Falcão - salve, salve O Rappa!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fogos de artifício, festa, música!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Estamos nas quartas de final.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Confesso que estava meio descrente, mas até que eles jogaram direitinho hoje.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3 x 0 como mainha previu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E vamos lá, o Hexa está bem mais perto agora!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;:D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;C.&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/5010945238524676664-1445574971447555347?l=mandcdorrough.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mandcdorrough.blogspot.com/feeds/1445574971447555347/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mandcdorrough.blogspot.com/2010/06/ah-o-brasil.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5010945238524676664/posts/default/1445574971447555347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5010945238524676664/posts/default/1445574971447555347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mandcdorrough.blogspot.com/2010/06/ah-o-brasil.html' title='Ah, o Brasil!'/><author><name>Carolina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00515200010111733937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gouMVBlRwyY/SzVMTjRkqNI/AAAAAAAAALY/q6UAdDJ-T9o/S220/s%C3%ADmbolo+do+nosso+amor.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gouMVBlRwyY/TCkT00cBrWI/AAAAAAAAAOg/gs7LVqqv4gg/s72-c/bandeira+brasil.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5010945238524676664.post-509755849608273236</id><published>2010-06-22T16:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-29T02:29:20.687-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ah... as escolhas!</title><content type='html'>Sabe quando você lê alguma coisa que parece ter sido escrita para você?&lt;div&gt;E sabe também quando você lê e quer responder à altura?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Foi assim hoje. Li um relato num blog, cheio de erros de digitação, como se a pessoa estivesse com muita pressa em responder a alguém.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nesse blog, li que a pessoa finalmente entendia o significado da frase "a fila anda" e durante o resto do texto li uma mistura entre justificar que está num bom momento da vida e justificar porque está entre os 5% da população que não é medíocre...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No final eu concluí que a escolha de alguém fez o autor escrever esse desabafo. Acho que alguém disse a ele "a fila anda" num momento em que ele pode ter sido dispensado por alguém amorosamente falando ou por um projeto, trabalho... acho que sempre que usamos essa frase, ela diz respeito a assuntos do coração.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Uma coisa eu tenho por certa e aprendi nesses anos todos de busca... a fila andou para mim e para outros. Hoje eu entendo que a fila anda ou para por causa das escolhas. As escolhas que eu faço ou que outros fazem e que por fim, acabam me afetando.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No campo amoroso, eu tive uma fila, mas ela não era A fila. Acho que eu nunca tinha colocado para os componentes da fila quais eram as minhas expectativas. Se assim tivesse sido, muitos deles nem teriam entrado ali... ou eu posso dizer que tive várias filas, uma para cada momento da minha vida.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pois é... um dia, estava lá eu no meu guichê, catando fichas, quando alguém chegou e furou a fila.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Esse alguém mostrou a mim que estava tudo errado no meu atendimento, o que resultava em pessoas tão perdidas na fila.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Insatisfação total.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;É importante para as empresas essas avaliações ou os guest comments, que são, na maioria das vezes, pequenos questionários onde avaliamos alguns pontos críticos que a empresa deseja melhorar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Infelizmente, na vida da gente, pouco usamos os guest comments. Acho que porque temos medo da exposição... ter alguém apontando onde erramos ou sugerindo novos pontos críticos, olhando com lente de aumento as nossas falhas, apontando caminhos ou simplesmente sendo cruéis.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mas o cliente mais intrigante é aquele que sai do estabelecimento sem reação alguma.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Se ele não está satisfeito, ou se está... nunca saberemos, porque ele também não dá espaço para questionamentos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Na vida pessoal é assim também. Às vezes as pessoas somem, ou se envolvem em projetos importantes, ou se ocupam com outras pessoas, outras filas, e nos deixam de lado.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ora, se assim é, por que eu não posso também deixar esse "cliente" de lado?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Complexa essa discussão.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Concluo dizendo que o furão na minha fila mudou tudo com muito carinho.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mostrou a mim que ele é o cliente certo, na hora certa. Desmanchou a fila, e delicadamente disse a mim, "eu espero o tempo que você precisar..."... ele não terminou a frase, mas se tivesse terminado seria mais ou menos assim: "... para dispensar esses clientes terríveis, que vão deixar tua empresa suja, não vão te pagar e nunca mais vão voltar".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E ficou em minhas mãos a decisão de escolher entre o furão, que não era nada do que eu imaginava, mas era tudo o que eu queria e o próximo da fila, que na verdade, tinha saído pra comprar um carro e deixou outra pessoa no lugar, só marcando a vaga. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Quanto ao resto da fila, convidei a todos a procurarem outras filas, dessa vez, filas cujo atendimento fosse aquele que eles gostariam de receber.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Adoro escrever assim. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Esse texto pode ser adaptado ao mercado de trabalho, aos relacionamentos de amizade e de amor, tendo sempre em mente que uma escolha sua afeta (ou pode afetar) a minha vida, mas uma escolha minha afeta a eternidade...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;=*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;C.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/5010945238524676664-509755849608273236?l=mandcdorrough.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mandcdorrough.blogspot.com/feeds/509755849608273236/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mandcdorrough.blogspot.com/2010/06/ah-as-escolhas.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5010945238524676664/posts/default/509755849608273236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5010945238524676664/posts/default/509755849608273236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mandcdorrough.blogspot.com/2010/06/ah-as-escolhas.html' title='Ah... as escolhas!'/><author><name>Carolina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00515200010111733937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gouMVBlRwyY/SzVMTjRkqNI/AAAAAAAAALY/q6UAdDJ-T9o/S220/s%C3%ADmbolo+do+nosso+amor.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5010945238524676664.post-5170619069405402244</id><published>2010-06-08T09:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-08T09:41:54.624-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tanto tempo...</title><content type='html'>Hoje, parei para pensar nos rumos que a vida tem tomado.&lt;div&gt;8 meses longe do meu amor, pensando nas decisões que tomei e que contribuíram diretamente para isso... pensando nos medos, nos arrependimentos, no tempo...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tempo tão cruel que insiste em se arrastar quando estou longe, tão longe do meu amor...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Um amor que é sinceramente uma bênção em minha vida. Um homem que me ama apesar de eu ser eu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Um amor tão grande quanto o que minha mãe tem por mim, uma pessoa tão falha e imperfeita.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Uma pessoa assim como eu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tempo esse também serve para pensar, repensar, limpar, desconstruir e reconstruir.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pensar no que posso fazer a partir daqui, pensar nos novos amigos, nos novos sonhos, nas novas metas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tempo de ser feliz, porque isso é possível sim. Feliz, feliz!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/5010945238524676664-5170619069405402244?l=mandcdorrough.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mandcdorrough.blogspot.com/feeds/5170619069405402244/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mandcdorrough.blogspot.com/2010/06/tanto-tempo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5010945238524676664/posts/default/5170619069405402244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5010945238524676664/posts/default/5170619069405402244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mandcdorrough.blogspot.com/2010/06/tanto-tempo.html' title='Tanto tempo...'/><author><name>Carolina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00515200010111733937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gouMVBlRwyY/SzVMTjRkqNI/AAAAAAAAALY/q6UAdDJ-T9o/S220/s%C3%ADmbolo+do+nosso+amor.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5010945238524676664.post-5228771279107075965</id><published>2010-05-18T17:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-18T17:47:58.799-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A paz invadiu o meu coração...</title><content type='html'>Essa música linda interpretada por Zizi Possi me ajuda a perceber que a paz vem para os nossos corações, se nós deixamos ela entrar.&lt;div&gt;Estamos passando por momentos de provação, mas o Senhor é fiel, e nos ajuda a superar tudo, sem maiores problemas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nesse momento, posso dizer que amo minha família demais da conta.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;C.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5010945238524676664-5228771279107075965?l=mandcdorrough.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mandcdorrough.blogspot.com/feeds/5228771279107075965/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mandcdorrough.blogspot.com/2010/05/paz-invadiu-o-meu-coracao.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5010945238524676664/posts/default/5228771279107075965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5010945238524676664/posts/default/5228771279107075965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mandcdorrough.blogspot.com/2010/05/paz-invadiu-o-meu-coracao.html' title='A paz invadiu o meu coração...'/><author><name>Carolina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00515200010111733937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gouMVBlRwyY/SzVMTjRkqNI/AAAAAAAAALY/q6UAdDJ-T9o/S220/s%C3%ADmbolo+do+nosso+amor.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5010945238524676664.post-6371009471056087085</id><published>2010-04-20T16:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-20T16:37:11.352-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sobre as respostas para as orações</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FF99;"&gt;Hoje li no orkut, acho que Breno que postou: quem quiser sombra melhor, plante a semente. Tenho certeza de que essa afirmação é verdadeira. Tenho passado muito tempo só e nesses momentos leio muito e oro constantemente. Às vezes minha cabeça chega a doer de manter o pensamento fixo num propósito... mas é necessário.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FF99;"&gt;Oro tanto que não sinto mais tanta apreensão quanto antes de que minhas orações não estão passando do teto. Deus tem ouvido meu coração e respondido de forma muito clara.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FF99;"&gt;Hoje recebi uma boa notícia de meu amigo Leo e quando desliguei o telefone, marido ligou. Oramos juntos porque ele tinha um projeto de serviço da Sociedade de Socorro para ajudar e eu fiquei em casa acompanhando o culto e lendo O Milagre do Perdão.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FF99;"&gt;Na pregação de hoje, a irmã canta "Deus cuidará de ti, Deus velará por ti". O pastor recita: "Vinde a mim todos os que estais cansados e oprimidos e eu vos aliviarei. Tomai sobre vós o meu jugo e aprendei de mim que sou manso e humilde de coração e encontrareis descanso para as vossas almas."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FF99;"&gt;Eu não duvido dos métodos que o meu Pai usa para responder às minhas orações e trazer paz a minha alma, especialmente nesse momento em que eu estou me sentindo tão só.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FF99;"&gt;Estou tão sensível que choro por tudo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FF99;"&gt;Mainha também está muito sensibilizada. Chorou muito hoje lembrando do nosso Borinho. Foi a pior de todas as mortes de bichos de estimação que tivemos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FF99;"&gt;Eu mesma não consegui me recuperar. Uma ausência que eu não superarei nunca.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FF99;"&gt;Espero que encontremos ele quando voltarmos para casa. Ele há de se lembrar de nós como nós lembramos dele. Uma criatura iluminada e abençoada por Deus, enviada para nós de modo a sermos felizes e termos com ele momentos maravilhosos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FF99;"&gt;Em breve irei para a minha casa. E estou aproveitando esse tempo sozinha para me preparar espiritualmente e cuidar de minha mainha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FF99;"&gt;Amo muito. E ela tem de ter certeza disso enquanto eu estiver aqui. Em momento algum ela pode duvidar do meu amor e admiração. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FF99;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FF99;"&gt;=*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FF99;"&gt;C.&lt;/span&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/5010945238524676664-6371009471056087085?l=mandcdorrough.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mandcdorrough.blogspot.com/feeds/6371009471056087085/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mandcdorrough.blogspot.com/2010/04/sobre-as-respostas-para-as-oracoes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5010945238524676664/posts/default/6371009471056087085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5010945238524676664/posts/default/6371009471056087085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mandcdorrough.blogspot.com/2010/04/sobre-as-respostas-para-as-oracoes.html' title='Sobre as respostas para as orações'/><author><name>Carolina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00515200010111733937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gouMVBlRwyY/SzVMTjRkqNI/AAAAAAAAALY/q6UAdDJ-T9o/S220/s%C3%ADmbolo+do+nosso+amor.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5010945238524676664.post-1830610224341942488</id><published>2010-04-12T13:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-12T13:50:42.232-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sobre a Espera...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: 19.2pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;color:black;mso-fareast-language: PT-BR"&gt;PARA QUEM SABE UM DIA... DE QUE A ESPERA É DE LONGE, UMA SENSAÇÃO  QUE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.5pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;color:#666666;mso-fareast-language:PT-BR"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;color:black;mso-fareast-language:PT-BR"&gt;PALPITA E ATÉ DÁ FALTA DE AR;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.5pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;color:#666666;mso-fareast-language: PT-BR"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: 19.2pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;color:black;mso-fareast-language: PT-BR"&gt;DE ALMA ACELERADA DIFÍCIL DE CONTER QUANDO SE PERDE NESTE QUERER,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.5pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;color:#666666;mso-fareast-language:PT-BR"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;color:black;mso-fareast-language:PT-BR"&gt;MAS QUEM QUER DEIXAR DE TER ESTE MOMENTO TÃO FORTE E DE MEMÓRIA INESQUECÍVEL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.5pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;color:#666666;mso-fareast-language:PT-BR"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: 19.2pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;color:black;mso-fareast-language: PT-BR"&gt;A QUE SE REFERE QUEM ESCREVE?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.5pt; font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; color:#666666;mso-fareast-language:PT-BR"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: 19.2pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;color:black;mso-fareast-language: PT-BR"&gt;SÓ QUEM JA TEVE ESTE SENTIR SABE A REFERENCIA DESTAS PALAVRAS...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: 19.2pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;color:black;mso-fareast-language: PT-BR"&gt;PALAVRAS...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: 19.2pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;color:black;mso-fareast-language: PT-BR"&gt;SERÁ QUE AS LAGRIMAS, O SORRISO, O RUBOR, O SUOR EMOTIVO DIZ A MESMA COISA?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.5pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;color:#666666;mso-fareast-language: PT-BR"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: 19.2pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;color:black;mso-fareast-language: PT-BR"&gt;SERÁ QUE O SOM DO QUE SE DIZ O OUVIR A QUEM SE DIRIGE, O GESTO IMPACIENTE DAS MÃOS  E BRAÇOS, A EXPRESSÃO DOS LÁBIOS E ROSTOS O ARFAR DO PEITO EMOCIONADO E NEM SEI O QUE MAIS  ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.5pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;color:#666666;mso-fareast-language:PT-BR"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: 19.2pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;color:black;mso-fareast-language: PT-BR"&gt;O  ESPERAR SÓ TEM UM SIGNIFICADO?... &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: 19.2pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;color:black;mso-fareast-language: PT-BR"&gt;E ALCANÇAR O ESPERADO TERMINA COM ESTE SENTIR E NADA MAIS ACONTECE?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.5pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;color:#666666;mso-fareast-language:PT-BR"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: 19.2pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;color:black;mso-fareast-language: PT-BR"&gt;CHAMAR ISTO DE DÚVIDA RESPONDE POR ESTE ESCRITO?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.5pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;color:#666666;mso-fareast-language:PT-BR"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: 19.2pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;color:black;mso-fareast-language: PT-BR"&gt;PARA OS QUE LEEM&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: 19.2pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;color:black;mso-fareast-language: PT-BR"&gt;...PENSAR NESTE RARO MOMENTO DE FELICIDADE E DELE TIRAR O PRAZER DESTA DÚVIDA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.5pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;color:#666666;mso-fareast-language: PT-BR"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: 19.2pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;color:black;mso-fareast-language: PT-BR"&gt;POIS QUE A ESPERA NAO PRECISA SER DOLOROSA, AFINAL O QUE A ESPERA REPRESENTA? &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: 19.2pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;color:black;mso-fareast-language: PT-BR"&gt;...UMA CONFIRMAÇÃO? &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: 19.2pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;color:black;mso-fareast-language: PT-BR"&gt;...UMA ESPECTATIVA POSITIVA?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: 19.2pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;color:black;mso-fareast-language: PT-BR"&gt;... UM PENSAMENTO NERVOSO OU UMA ALEGRIA DE QUE ALGO DEU CERTO E A ESPERA TERMINOU;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: 19.2pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;color:black;mso-fareast-language: PT-BR"&gt;OU NÃO... MAS A EMOÇAO FICA PRESENTE SEMPRE E DEVE PELO QUE EU VEJO SER AGUARDADA COMO UMA SURPRENDENTE REAÇÃO DE QUE ALGO VEM E VEM  E VEM...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.5pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;color:#666666;mso-fareast-language: PT-BR"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: 19.2pt"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;Texto do Blod do Samuca, http://textosdosamuca.spaceblog.com.br.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: 19.2pt"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: 19.2pt"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;C.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5010945238524676664-1830610224341942488?l=mandcdorrough.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mandcdorrough.blogspot.com/feeds/1830610224341942488/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mandcdorrough.blogspot.com/2010/04/sobre-espera.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5010945238524676664/posts/default/1830610224341942488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5010945238524676664/posts/default/1830610224341942488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mandcdorrough.blogspot.com/2010/04/sobre-espera.html' title='Sobre a Espera...'/><author><name>Carolina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00515200010111733937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gouMVBlRwyY/SzVMTjRkqNI/AAAAAAAAALY/q6UAdDJ-T9o/S220/s%C3%ADmbolo+do+nosso+amor.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5010945238524676664.post-1414314652932966307</id><published>2010-04-08T16:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-08T16:39:28.287-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Preservação</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC99;"&gt;Tenho acompanhado com algum interesse as publicações de alguns blogs e outros tantos momentos de pessoas conhecidas, umas próximas, outras nem tanto e me surpreendo com as declarações que vão desde o que se tem na geladeira até decisões íntimas (ou que deveriam ser íntimas) como as de ter um filho, ou coisas bem mais íntimas que prefiro não comentar para não constranger.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC99;"&gt;Sempre comento com marido ou com mainha sobre isso e fico tão triste ao me deparar com esse comportamento, que na maioria das vezes parte de pessoas que tem a mesma crença que eu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC99;"&gt;Parando para observar com uma lente de aumento, esse comportamento se deve a vários fatores: a necessidade de mostrar que estamos bem - geladeira cheia é sinal de fartura; para dar notícias aos queridos - estou esperando um bebê (não, EU não estou grávida); ou para frustrar os pensamentos negativos da amplitude de desafetos - somos felizes, veja nossas 300 fotos da última viagem à Aspen...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC99;"&gt;Será realmente necessária essa exposição?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC99;"&gt;Amo o blog de um amigo, e já citei seu nome aqui várias vezes, por ser além de tudo, uma pessoa sensata. É grandioso o ensinamento que ele me traz em cada um de seus textos, que parecem um diário impessoal ou um livro de crônicas do cotidiano... e a ele, dedico uma frase que li numa dessas revistas de moda, cujo conteúdo não será de meu consumo pelo menos, não enquanto eu não for milionária (sim, estou sendo irônica)...., de Gloria Kalil, o máximo de discrição que eu conheço, depois de minha mainha:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;'As áreas de preservação são muito nítidas para mim'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC99;"&gt;Isso posto, gostaria de ver mais disso aqui e em outros lugares. Começo por mim esse movimento... Partirá de nós o desejo de se conter nos comentários, na curiosidade pela vida alheia, pela ansiedade de divulgar a própria vida. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC99;"&gt;Os queridos saberão que estamos bem. E pela nossa discrição, eles serão 'obrigados' a ligar, escrever ou aparecer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC99;"&gt;Isso é ou não, mágico?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC99;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC99;"&gt;*Completamos 6 meses de casados mas achei melhor parar de comemorar publicamente. Marido e eu agradecemos o carinho e orações.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC99;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC99;"&gt;=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC99;"&gt;C.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5010945238524676664-1414314652932966307?l=mandcdorrough.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mandcdorrough.blogspot.com/feeds/1414314652932966307/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mandcdorrough.blogspot.com/2010/04/preservacao.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5010945238524676664/posts/default/1414314652932966307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5010945238524676664/posts/default/1414314652932966307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mandcdorrough.blogspot.com/2010/04/preservacao.html' title='Preservação'/><author><name>Carolina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00515200010111733937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gouMVBlRwyY/SzVMTjRkqNI/AAAAAAAAALY/q6UAdDJ-T9o/S220/s%C3%ADmbolo+do+nosso+amor.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5010945238524676664.post-912057566315701074</id><published>2010-03-21T18:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-21T18:32:04.993-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Presentes de Aniversário, parte 3</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gouMVBlRwyY/S6bIUKpM9LI/AAAAAAAAAOY/ZC0Z1Uabpvk/s1600-h/niver+001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gouMVBlRwyY/S6bIUKpM9LI/AAAAAAAAAOY/ZC0Z1Uabpvk/s320/niver+001.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451264647758673074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gouMVBlRwyY/S6bIT-Oy2ZI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/CZBHPb9iM84/s1600-h/niver+002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gouMVBlRwyY/S6bIT-Oy2ZI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/CZBHPb9iM84/s320/niver+002.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451264644426684818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCFF;"&gt;Demorou um tantinho, mas finalmente meu presente de Natal chegou, numa caixa aberta e fiscalizada pela ANVISA. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCFF;"&gt;Acho que no fim do ano aumenta a procura por drogas e coisas do tipo enviadas pelo correio - dia desses acharam uma cobra numa caixa em Minas...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCFF;"&gt;Foi jóia! Considerei como um presente a mais de aniversário já que eu tinha perdido a fé no presente de Natal... marido também... ele ficou tão feliz!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCFF;"&gt;E o meu cartão de aniversário, que deveria ter chegado dia 11, também chegou junto com a caixa... coisas do correio.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCFF;"&gt;O que realmente importa é que nada é tão legal quanto ser lembrado, ter presentes e cartões são demonstrações palpáveis, fora os telefonemas, os recadinhos, os abraços e os enganos também. Tudo faz parte de um grande pacote.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCFF;"&gt;E eu estou muito feliz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCFF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCFF;"&gt;Obrigada a todos e todas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCFF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCFF;"&gt;Mike, thanks a lot for just being there for me. Love you.&lt;/span&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/5010945238524676664-912057566315701074?l=mandcdorrough.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mandcdorrough.blogspot.com/feeds/912057566315701074/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mandcdorrough.blogspot.com/2010/03/presentes-de-aniversario-parte-3.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5010945238524676664/posts/default/912057566315701074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5010945238524676664/posts/default/912057566315701074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mandcdorrough.blogspot.com/2010/03/presentes-de-aniversario-parte-3.html' title='Presentes de Aniversário, parte 3'/><author><name>Carolina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00515200010111733937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gouMVBlRwyY/SzVMTjRkqNI/AAAAAAAAALY/q6UAdDJ-T9o/S220/s%C3%ADmbolo+do+nosso+amor.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gouMVBlRwyY/S6bIUKpM9LI/AAAAAAAAAOY/ZC0Z1Uabpvk/s72-c/niver+001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5010945238524676664.post-2593529877734209796</id><published>2010-03-08T16:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-08T16:34:46.907-08:00</updated><title type='text'>08 de Março de 2010...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FFFF;"&gt;Oh Meu Amor &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FFFF;"&gt;How Much I Want To Be There With You,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FFFF;"&gt;To Feel Your Touch And See Your Smile,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FFFF;"&gt;To Hear I Love You,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FFFF;"&gt;And Allways Will&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FFFF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FFFF;"&gt;Oh Meu Amor  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FFFF;"&gt;I Long To Be With You,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FFFF;"&gt;Oh Meu Amor Words Will Never Express What,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FFFF;"&gt;I Wouldn't Give To Be With Then&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FFFF;"&gt;Your Loving Arms,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FFFF;"&gt;To Feel That Sweet Touch,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FFFF;"&gt;That We Ever So Want And Need,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FFFF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FFFF;"&gt;Oh Meu Amor &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FFFF;"&gt;I Need You,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FFFF;"&gt;Ever So Much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FFFF;"&gt;I fell the voodoo that you do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FFFF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FFFF;"&gt;Oh Meu Amor &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FFFF;"&gt;What it Does to Me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FFFF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FFFF;"&gt;Melhor homenagem eu não poderia ter...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5010945238524676664-2593529877734209796?l=mandcdorrough.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mandcdorrough.blogspot.com/feeds/2593529877734209796/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mandcdorrough.blogspot.com/2010/03/08-de-marco-de-2010.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5010945238524676664/posts/default/2593529877734209796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5010945238524676664/posts/default/2593529877734209796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mandcdorrough.blogspot.com/2010/03/08-de-marco-de-2010.html' title='08 de Março de 2010...'/><author><name>Carolina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00515200010111733937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gouMVBlRwyY/SzVMTjRkqNI/AAAAAAAAALY/q6UAdDJ-T9o/S220/s%C3%ADmbolo+do+nosso+amor.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5010945238524676664.post-6215512282748872758</id><published>2010-03-04T17:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-04T18:01:23.017-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Presentes de Aniversário, parte 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCCC;"&gt;[22:49:32] Michael Dorrough: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCCC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCCC;"&gt;when you go to bed tonight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCCC;"&gt;and sleep all night long&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCCC;"&gt;and when you wake up to feel the sunshine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCCC;"&gt;i want you to know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCCC;"&gt;that through all that time not a moment passes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCCC;"&gt;that you are not in my thoughts, prayers,dreams, and wishes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCCC;"&gt;you are always on my mind  and in my heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCCC;"&gt;when you wake and see the sunrise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCCC;"&gt;i see it too&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCCC;"&gt;physically we are far away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCCC;"&gt;but you are always in my heart wherever i am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCCC;"&gt;i love you so much&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCCC;"&gt;thank you for everything you are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCCC;"&gt;a woman, a child and daughter of god, a mother and my wife and best friend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCCC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCCC;"&gt;preciso dizer algo mais?!?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCCC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCCC;"&gt;C.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5010945238524676664-6215512282748872758?l=mandcdorrough.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mandcdorrough.blogspot.com/feeds/6215512282748872758/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mandcdorrough.blogspot.com/2010/03/presentes-de-aniversario-parte-2.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5010945238524676664/posts/default/6215512282748872758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5010945238524676664/posts/default/6215512282748872758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mandcdorrough.blogspot.com/2010/03/presentes-de-aniversario-parte-2.html' title='Presentes de Aniversário, parte 2'/><author><name>Carolina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00515200010111733937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gouMVBlRwyY/SzVMTjRkqNI/AAAAAAAAALY/q6UAdDJ-T9o/S220/s%C3%ADmbolo+do+nosso+amor.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5010945238524676664.post-6231441289758862933</id><published>2010-03-04T17:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-04T18:14:52.881-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Presentes de Aniversário, parte 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;h3 class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}"  style=" margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-weight: normal; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9966;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Faltam 7 dias para o meu aniversário, e Dudu, filho de Betânia e André me ligou, às 6h30 da manhã, cantou parabéns pelo telefone com a vozinha de sono e ficou todo envergonhado (ele ainda nem tem 10 anos)... Aí Beta pergunta: fomos os primeiros? Aí eu disse: sim, porque meu aniversário é no dia 11 e desatei na gargalhada - que coisa linda!!! Aí ela com voz de quem tinha pago um mico: Andrééééééé kkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;h3 class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}"  style=" margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-weight: normal; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9966;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9966;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;*N&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="text_exposed_show" style="display: inline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9966;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;ota: André é meu amigo desde o seminário (meus 14 anos) Adoooooro! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5010945238524676664-6231441289758862933?l=mandcdorrough.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mandcdorrough.blogspot.com/feeds/6231441289758862933/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mandcdorrough.blogspot.com/2010/03/presentes-de-aniversario-parte-1.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5010945238524676664/posts/default/6231441289758862933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5010945238524676664/posts/default/6231441289758862933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mandcdorrough.blogspot.com/2010/03/presentes-de-aniversario-parte-1.html' title='Presentes de Aniversário, parte 1'/><author><name>Carolina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00515200010111733937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gouMVBlRwyY/SzVMTjRkqNI/AAAAAAAAALY/q6UAdDJ-T9o/S220/s%C3%ADmbolo+do+nosso+amor.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5010945238524676664.post-8215033255021375960</id><published>2010-03-02T14:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-02T15:05:26.638-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Amigos Virtuais e Listinha de Blogs :D</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF99;"&gt;Hoje percebi os comentários das minhas amigas virtuais aqui no blog. Nem sabia que elas liam (o blog) kkkk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF99;"&gt;No começo eu o fiz mais para mim e Mike, para celebrar nossa união, para registrar algumas coisinhas nossas, e ele acabou se tornando um cantinho para eu escrever sobre o que eu penso e sinto, meio que um diário virtual. Com participação ativa do marido, claaaro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF99;"&gt;E percebi que outras pessoas fazem o mesmo, como as meninas que relatam suas quedas rua abaixo (ou acima), as Doutoras que relatam suas desventuras amorosas e Breno, meu amigo imprestável, que tem um blog muito fofo e que nos ajuda a refletir, algo como aquele livrinho Minutos de Sabedoria...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF99;"&gt;Tem outros blogs que eu acompanho, pelo prazer de ler e porque essas pessoas nessa atividade me chamam a atenção em algum momento.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF99;"&gt;E não é que acabamos nos tornando amigos, mesmo sem nos ver? Eu nem sei como é a cara do Cafa, mas leio o blog dele, porque, com um certo requinte de crueldade, ele fala muito bem sobre o comportamento homem mulher (para não membros - claro)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF99;"&gt;Tem por fim, o Diário de Dois Gatos, a coisa mais fofalindagotosa para quem gosta de bichanos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF99;"&gt;Para essas pessoas que escrevem e para tantas que leem (incluindo Cynthia e Sam que me acompanham - e a recíproca é verdadeira) OBRIGADA!&lt;/span&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/5010945238524676664-8215033255021375960?l=mandcdorrough.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mandcdorrough.blogspot.com/feeds/8215033255021375960/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mandcdorrough.blogspot.com/2010/03/amigos-virtuais-e-listinha-de-blogs-d.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5010945238524676664/posts/default/8215033255021375960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5010945238524676664/posts/default/8215033255021375960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mandcdorrough.blogspot.com/2010/03/amigos-virtuais-e-listinha-de-blogs-d.html' title='Amigos Virtuais e Listinha de Blogs :D'/><author><name>Carolina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00515200010111733937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gouMVBlRwyY/SzVMTjRkqNI/AAAAAAAAALY/q6UAdDJ-T9o/S220/s%C3%ADmbolo+do+nosso+amor.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5010945238524676664.post-8221192222572374433</id><published>2010-03-01T15:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-01T15:12:56.138-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Luto: Cordel do Fogo Encantado</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gouMVBlRwyY/S4xJOcqK4FI/AAAAAAAAAN4/f95JI_9Az9k/s1600-h/cordel5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 210px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gouMVBlRwyY/S4xJOcqK4FI/AAAAAAAAAN4/f95JI_9Az9k/s320/cordel5.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443806562144149586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gouMVBlRwyY/S4xJOB2xF-I/AAAAAAAAANw/mOxMg3PVXLM/s1600-h/cordel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 242px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gouMVBlRwyY/S4xJOB2xF-I/AAAAAAAAANw/mOxMg3PVXLM/s320/cordel.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443806554949228514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCCC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Eu ainda não processei essa notícia. Estou de luto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCCC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;E sinto saudades.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCCC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;C.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCCC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCCC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;E essa música é minha Lirinha. Só minha. Para sempre.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCCC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCCC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Preta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCCC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCCC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;preta&lt;br /&gt;leva teu xale azul&lt;br /&gt;de seda branca e azul&lt;br /&gt;que vai chover&lt;br /&gt;a chuva nunca pára de cantar&lt;br /&gt;a chuva nunca pára de descer&lt;br /&gt;preta&lt;br /&gt;leva teu xale azul&lt;br /&gt;de seda branca e azul&lt;br /&gt;que vai chover&lt;br /&gt;a chuva nunca pára de cantar&lt;br /&gt;a chuva nunca pára de descer&lt;br /&gt;e a chuva vem pequena e grandiosa&lt;br /&gt;acalenta ou revira o nosso lar&lt;br /&gt;preta&lt;br /&gt;leva teu xale azul&lt;br /&gt;se seda branca e azul&lt;br /&gt;que vai chover&lt;br /&gt;a chuva nunca pára de cantar&lt;br /&gt;a chuva nunca pára de descer&lt;br /&gt;e a chuva (chuva)&lt;br /&gt;com o seu sonho de água&lt;br /&gt;vem acesa pra lavar o que passou&lt;br /&gt;a chuva nunca pára de cantar&lt;br /&gt;a chuva nunca pára de descer&lt;br /&gt;a chuva nunca pára de cantar&lt;br /&gt;a chuva nunca pára de descer&lt;br /&gt;a chuva nunca pára de cantar&lt;br /&gt;a chuva nunca pára de descer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/5010945238524676664-8221192222572374433?l=mandcdorrough.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mandcdorrough.blogspot.com/feeds/8221192222572374433/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mandcdorrough.blogspot.com/2010/03/luto-cordel-do-fogo-encantado.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5010945238524676664/posts/default/8221192222572374433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5010945238524676664/posts/default/8221192222572374433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mandcdorrough.blogspot.com/2010/03/luto-cordel-do-fogo-encantado.html' title='Luto: Cordel do Fogo Encantado'/><author><name>Carolina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00515200010111733937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gouMVBlRwyY/SzVMTjRkqNI/AAAAAAAAALY/q6UAdDJ-T9o/S220/s%C3%ADmbolo+do+nosso+amor.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gouMVBlRwyY/S4xJOcqK4FI/AAAAAAAAAN4/f95JI_9Az9k/s72-c/cordel5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5010945238524676664.post-7315610008023251873</id><published>2010-03-01T14:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-01T14:55:02.584-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Memórias, Crônicas e Declarações de Amor</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gouMVBlRwyY/S4xFPcYz94I/AAAAAAAAANo/qEdHxVnkAFM/s1600-h/escrever.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 242px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gouMVBlRwyY/S4xFPcYz94I/AAAAAAAAANo/qEdHxVnkAFM/s320/escrever.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443802181204703106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje estava conversando com o imprestável (mas amadíssimo) Breno pelo MSN e perguntei se ele gostava de escrever cartas para os amigos. E ele me respondeu que com o email e as facilidades em enviar mensagens instantâneas, tinha deixado o costume de lado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;Eu também escrevia, e era tão bom... Reli todas as cartas que eu trocava com amigos na adolescência. Tempo que me trouxe saudades!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;Hoje recebi um cartão do meu marido em comemoração ao Valentines Day (14 de fevereiro) e senti tanta saudade dele. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;Enviar cartões é um costume muito preservado nos Estados Unidos. E deveria ser aqui também.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;Tanto tempo na frente de um computador acaba por nos atrofiar os dedos para manusear as canetas coloridas... gosto tanto de escrever que ainda mantenho um diário, mas estou pensando seriamente em resgatar as cartas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;Sei que o serviço dos Correios por vezes nos deixa na mão, mas... vou acreditar neles, só mais uma vez.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;=*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;C.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5010945238524676664-7315610008023251873?l=mandcdorrough.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mandcdorrough.blogspot.com/feeds/7315610008023251873/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mandcdorrough.blogspot.com/2010/03/memorias-cronicas-e-declaracoes-de-amor.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5010945238524676664/posts/default/7315610008023251873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5010945238524676664/posts/default/7315610008023251873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mandcdorrough.blogspot.com/2010/03/memorias-cronicas-e-declaracoes-de-amor.html' title='Memórias, Crônicas e Declarações de Amor'/><author><name>Carolina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00515200010111733937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gouMVBlRwyY/SzVMTjRkqNI/AAAAAAAAALY/q6UAdDJ-T9o/S220/s%C3%ADmbolo+do+nosso+amor.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gouMVBlRwyY/S4xFPcYz94I/AAAAAAAAANo/qEdHxVnkAFM/s72-c/escrever.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5010945238524676664.post-8793264309678313790</id><published>2010-02-15T13:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T13:38:08.324-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Valentines Day 3 - Her Card</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gouMVBlRwyY/S3m-smeMsNI/AAAAAAAAANg/yRoP5PBX3-o/s1600-h/valentines+day1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 280px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gouMVBlRwyY/S3m-smeMsNI/AAAAAAAAANg/yRoP5PBX3-o/s320/valentines+day1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438587698477314258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:'bookman old style', 'new york', times, serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Meu fofinho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Thanks for your sweet words. Im sorry the post office didnt help us again, but I can feel all the good wishes you have for me on this Valetines Day. I hope you remember theres no man like you and I am so much blessed to have you as my best friend and my hubby.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;I love you and it will be forever!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Kisses&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;C&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5010945238524676664-8793264309678313790?l=mandcdorrough.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mandcdorrough.blogspot.com/feeds/8793264309678313790/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mandcdorrough.blogspot.com/2010/02/happy-valentines-day-3-her-card.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5010945238524676664/posts/default/8793264309678313790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5010945238524676664/posts/default/8793264309678313790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mandcdorrough.blogspot.com/2010/02/happy-valentines-day-3-her-card.html' title='Happy Valentines Day 3 - Her Card'/><author><name>Carolina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00515200010111733937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gouMVBlRwyY/SzVMTjRkqNI/AAAAAAAAALY/q6UAdDJ-T9o/S220/s%C3%ADmbolo+do+nosso+amor.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gouMVBlRwyY/S3m-smeMsNI/AAAAAAAAANg/yRoP5PBX3-o/s72-c/valentines+day1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5010945238524676664.post-7457589123168951365</id><published>2010-02-15T13:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T13:15:49.522-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Valentines Day 2 - His Card</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gouMVBlRwyY/S3m5JR_xOOI/AAAAAAAAANY/1dl3QMWEIqg/s1600-h/valentines+day.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 218px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gouMVBlRwyY/S3m5JR_xOOI/AAAAAAAAANY/1dl3QMWEIqg/s320/valentines+day.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438581594127415522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#66CCCC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;C,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I sit here thinking of you , I can't help thinking about what my life has become when you became a part of it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#66CCCC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Waiting and wanting you has been the focus of my thoughts these days, knowing that one day, all that I have envisioned of us being together, will finally happen.&lt;br /&gt;You give me reason to wake up in the morning and smile. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#66CCCC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Just smile for no particular reason except the fact that you are mine. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#66CCCC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;As days go by I feel myself growing closer and closer and my heart is suddenly coming out of its shy spot and I know what it feels like to be loved again. I don't ever want to lose this feeling.&lt;br /&gt;When I hear your voice, it's like a feeling I don't want to leave; you give me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1266267950_0"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#66CCCC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;comfort and joy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#66CCCC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;. The &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1266267950_1"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#66CCCC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;sound of your voice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#66CCCC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; is like my favorite song, I can listen to it all night until it puts me to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for being you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#66CCCC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Thank you for being my wife and best friend. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#66CCCC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Thank you for being my world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#66CCCC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love always,&lt;br /&gt;M&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5010945238524676664-7457589123168951365?l=mandcdorrough.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mandcdorrough.blogspot.com/feeds/7457589123168951365/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mandcdorrough.blogspot.com/2010/02/happy-valentines-day-2-his-card.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5010945238524676664/posts/default/7457589123168951365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5010945238524676664/posts/default/7457589123168951365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mandcdorrough.blogspot.com/2010/02/happy-valentines-day-2-his-card.html' title='Happy Valentines Day 2 - His Card'/><author><name>Carolina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00515200010111733937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gouMVBlRwyY/SzVMTjRkqNI/AAAAAAAAALY/q6UAdDJ-T9o/S220/s%C3%ADmbolo+do+nosso+amor.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gouMVBlRwyY/S3m5JR_xOOI/AAAAAAAAANY/1dl3QMWEIqg/s72-c/valentines+day.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5010945238524676664.post-7911449844211568674</id><published>2010-02-14T09:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-14T09:37:17.908-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Valentines Day 1 - História</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: auto;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 7px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 7px; font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCCC;"&gt;As comemorações do &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCCC;"&gt;Dia dos Namorados&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCCC;"&gt; possuem várias explicações possíveis, baseadas nas tradições cristã, romana e pagã. A Igreja Católica reconhece três santos com o nome de Valentim, mas o Santo dos namorados parece ter vivido no Século III, em Roma, onde os casais celebram seu dia, em 14 de fevereiro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-language:PT-BRfont-family:&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCCC;"&gt;Valentim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-fareast-language:PT-BRfont-family:&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCCC;"&gt; era um sacerdote cristão contemporâneo do imperador Cláudio II, que queria constituir um exército romano grande e forte, mas não conseguiu atrair muitos soldados, porque os homens não se dispunham a abandonar as suas mulheres e famílias e partirem para a guerra. Assim, o imperador proibiu os casamentos entre jovens e Valentim, revoltado, resolve realizar casamentos secretos. Quando foi descoberto, foi preso. Apaixonou-se pela filha cega do carcereiro e ela recupera a visão, o que é entendido como um milagre e atribuído a Valentim que, em seguida, é torturado e decapitado a 14 de Fevereiro.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-language:PT-BRfont-family:&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCCC;"&gt;Já na Roma Antiga, a data era celebrada em 15 de Fevereiro (que, no calendário romano, coincidia aproximadamente com o início da Primavera) no festival&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCCC;"&gt; Os Lupercalia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCCC;"&gt;. Na véspera desse dia, eram colocados em recipientes pedaços de papel com o nome das raparigas romanas. Cada rapaz retirava um nome, e essa rapariga seria a sua namorada durante o festival (ou, eventualmente, durante o ano que se seguia).&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-language:PT-BRfont-family:&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCCC;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-language:PT-BRfont-family:&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCCC;"&gt;Com o tempo, o dia &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCCC;"&gt;14 de Fevereiro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCCC;"&gt; ficou marcado como a data de troca de mensagens amorosas entre namorados, sobretudo em Inglaterra e na França - e, mais tarde, nos Estados Unidos. Neste último país, onde a tradição está mais institucionalizada, os cartões de S. Valentim já eram comercializadas no início do século XIX. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-language:PT-BRfont-family:&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCCC;"&gt;Há também quem defenda que o costume de enviar mensagens amorosas neste dia não tem qualquer ligação com o santo, datando da Idade Média, quando se cria que o dia 14 de Fevereiro assinalava o princípio da época de acasalamento das aves.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-language:PT-BRfont-family:&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCCC;"&gt;No Japão existem dois dias dos namorados. O primeiro é 14 de fevereiro, quando as mulheres dão presentes e chocolates para amigos, namorados e afins. E no dia 14 de março é a vez dos homens retribuírem o presente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-language:PT-BRfont-family:&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCCC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCCC;"&gt;No Brasil comemoramos o Valentine's Day como Dia dos Namorados, em 12 de junho. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCCC;"&gt;No início essa data tinha um forte apelo comercial porque junho marca o meio do ano, em que não há forte comércio ou feriados que ajudem as vendas. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-language:PT-BRfont-family:&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCCC;"&gt;Independente disso, a data celebra o amor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCCC;"&gt;C.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5010945238524676664-7911449844211568674?l=mandcdorrough.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mandcdorrough.blogspot.com/feeds/7911449844211568674/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mandcdorrough.blogspot.com/2010/02/happy-valentines-day-1-historia.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5010945238524676664/posts/default/7911449844211568674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5010945238524676664/posts/default/7911449844211568674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mandcdorrough.blogspot.com/2010/02/happy-valentines-day-1-historia.html' title='Happy Valentines Day 1 - História'/><author><name>Carolina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00515200010111733937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gouMVBlRwyY/SzVMTjRkqNI/AAAAAAAAALY/q6UAdDJ-T9o/S220/s%C3%ADmbolo+do+nosso+amor.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5010945238524676664.post-9148753699649242751</id><published>2010-02-13T13:53:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-13T14:16:48.328-08:00</updated><title type='text'>E o Galo da Madrugada já está na rua, saudando o Carnaval!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gouMVBlRwyY/S3ckV768EDI/AAAAAAAAANQ/qe6pmFMfngo/s1600-h/galo+2010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gouMVBlRwyY/S3ckV768EDI/AAAAAAAAANQ/qe6pmFMfngo/s320/galo+2010.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437855034353913906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gouMVBlRwyY/S3ckVs92RrI/AAAAAAAAANI/9qLyQV0ixHs/s1600-h/galo+2009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 179px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gouMVBlRwyY/S3ckVs92RrI/AAAAAAAAANI/9qLyQV0ixHs/s320/galo+2009.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437855030339585714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gouMVBlRwyY/S3ckVbCPzsI/AAAAAAAAANA/vSIPuWs0wlA/s1600-h/galo+2008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 228px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gouMVBlRwyY/S3ckVbCPzsI/AAAAAAAAANA/vSIPuWs0wlA/s320/galo+2008.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437855025526197954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gouMVBlRwyY/S3ckU7cwU5I/AAAAAAAAAM4/r8sEYCsUw4Y/s1600-h/galo1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gouMVBlRwyY/S3ckU7cwU5I/AAAAAAAAAM4/r8sEYCsUw4Y/s320/galo1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437855017047446418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;font-size:13px;"&gt;E o Galo da Madrugada arrastou mais de 1 milhão e meio de pessoas pelo Bairro de São José. Um bairro que eu amo de paixão porque é lindamente lindo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;font-size:13px;"&gt;Uma homenagem muito bem vinda do Governo do Estado ao carnaval de Pernambuco, com toda a sua pluralidade. Muitas cores, muitos bonecos gigantes, fantasias, pessoas animadas e uma cobertura jornalística que primou pela informalidade. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;font-size:13px;"&gt;Quase tudo estava no lugar, melhor dizendo, porque o Galo propriamente dito está parecendo um pombo, ou um galo de Avatar (terá sido influência?)... no Jornal do Commercio de hoje li que de costas, o Galo parece um homem fazendo xixi. Colocaram umas fitas no rabo... não sei se adiantou muito porque foram várias as críticas ao pobre do representante da festa... na verdade, o artista plástico que pensou o Galo, quis fazer algo que mostrasse a variedade que o material reciclado oferece e fosse ainda bonito e original. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;font-size:13px;"&gt;E como todo artista que se preze, não agradou a todos. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;font-size:13px;"&gt;Apesar do Galo, as pessoas não se envergonharam e foram pra rua, num calor de mais de 37 graus e um sol de dar pena. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;font-size:13px;"&gt;Muitos cantores daqui (Maestro Forró, Spock, Geraldinho Lins, Elba, Nena Queiroga) e convidados (Fafá de Belém, Calipsoooooooo) participaram nas freviocas cantando muito frevo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;font-size:13px;"&gt;Em Olinda, as pessoas subiram e desceram as ladeiras sem parar, seguindo os blocos e as troças, o frevo e o maracatu. Quem pensa que hoje é o melhor dia para visitar Olinda porque todo mundo está no Recife repensa essa idéia, porque cada vez mais pessoas chegam à capital para brincar o carnaval. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;font-size:13px;"&gt;Eu estou aqui fazendo a reportagem, baseada nas ligações de meus amigos que estão na folia, querendo mesmo é me fazer inveja porque convenientemente eu estou gripada :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;font-size:13px;"&gt;Mas meus vizinhos me ajudam porque ouvem todos os frevos mais lindos todos os dias, o dia todo. Vale a pena ouvir, é realmente emocionante.&lt;br /&gt;Hoje tem Cordel do Fogo Encantado no Recife Antigo e Lenine (amo muito!) também! Lenine receberá amigos, como tem feito há vários anos. É ótimo. Eu já fui várias vezes e recomendo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;font-size:13px;"&gt;Nos outros pólos temos blocos antigos como o Bloco das Flores e da Saudade, que tem na tradição familiar sua raiz. É lindo mesmo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;font-size:13px;"&gt;Para quem quer ver uma expressão muitíssimo pernambucana no carnaval, essa é a oportunidade. Beijos!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;font-size:13px;"&gt;C.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;font-size:13px;"&gt;Nas fotos, o Galo em várias versões!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5010945238524676664-9148753699649242751?l=mandcdorrough.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mandcdorrough.blogspot.com/feeds/9148753699649242751/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mandcdorrough.blogspot.com/2010/02/e-o-galo-da-madrugada-ja-esta-na-rua.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5010945238524676664/posts/default/9148753699649242751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5010945238524676664/posts/default/9148753699649242751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mandcdorrough.blogspot.com/2010/02/e-o-galo-da-madrugada-ja-esta-na-rua.html' title='E o Galo da Madrugada já está na rua, saudando o Carnaval!'/><author><name>Carolina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00515200010111733937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gouMVBlRwyY/SzVMTjRkqNI/AAAAAAAAALY/q6UAdDJ-T9o/S220/s%C3%ADmbolo+do+nosso+amor.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gouMVBlRwyY/S3ckV768EDI/AAAAAAAAANQ/qe6pmFMfngo/s72-c/galo+2010.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5010945238524676664.post-1605363840590167704</id><published>2010-02-07T16:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-07T16:42:05.613-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sobre Semínimas Pontuadas e Regência</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gouMVBlRwyY/S29cd2knnMI/AAAAAAAAAMw/kX6gfZ08Ric/s1600-h/music+conductor.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 242px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gouMVBlRwyY/S29cd2knnMI/AAAAAAAAAMw/kX6gfZ08Ric/s320/music+conductor.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435664943194545346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje foi a Conferência da Estaca Olinda. Ouvimos muitas coisas boas sobre famílias e o que o Senhor deseja que façamos para que elas sejam mais fortes e resistam às intempéries e cheguem à eternidade. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Seria tudo lindo, se no meio do caminho não houvesse uma musicista e sua semínima pontuada.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Depois de 15 anos cantando no coral da Estaca, tendo oportunidades únicas como cantar na Abertura do Natal do Recife, na Rua Nova; no Teatro de Santa Isabel, no Encontro de Corais em Pernambuco... penso o quanto eu fui abençoada. Sim porque eu sou neta de músico... e tive oportunidades na música que poucos tiveram: a Conferência Regional no Centro de Convenções onde cantamos um belíssimo arranjo para Já refulge a glória eterna (o Teatro Guararapes estava LOTADO), a abertura de terra do Templo de Recife e a Conferência com o Presidente Hinckley no Geraldão e a consequente dedicação do Templo de Recife, onde cantamos exatamente atrás do Presidente Hinckley na Sala Celestial.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Há tanto tempo cantando e regendo ainda encontro musicistas no meio do caminho. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Entendendo, musicista e músico não são a mesma coisa. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Músico é o Maestro Edson Rodrigues, que sempre conduziu nosso coro, mesmo quando ainda não havia Estaca Olinda Paulista. Ele nos ensinou muitos fundamentos de música, como cuidar da voz, os aquecimentos, a conduta nas apresentações... até o detalhe da mão que segura o hinário. Foi tudo ensinado por ele.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Foi ele quem me ensinou a reger, a contar os compassos, a entender que eu como regente posso fazer adaptações, eu que paro e conduzo a música.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E sabe o mais interessante? Sempre que há Conferência na Estaca, o meu nome está sempre nas atas para reger a congregação. Será que eu sei reger? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hoje isso foi questionado por nada mais nada menos que uma musicista.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Um musicista é o estudioso de música. Estudante tão somente, aluno. E que se comporta como aquele estudante de medicina que já no primeiro período quer encontrar a cura para o câncer... sem ter estudado tudo é muito mais difícil...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mas como em todas as profissões, temos os profissionais e os meia boca... na música não seria diferente.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Essa senhora, que se proclama musicista, na realidade é uma criatura com problemas. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Problemas de audição, de cognição, de afinação, uma voz péssima, baixa auto estima e necessidade de se fazer impor em cima de pobres jovens ainda alienados, achando que ela é a melhor coisa do mundo que poderia ter aparecido para eles nos últimos dias. E repetindo como um disco riscado "cuidado com a semínima pontuada" ela ganhou o desrespeito de todo o coro que passou a encará-la como uma piada.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E essa piada rendeu até ela comentar que esperava que eu regesse certo hoje, porque ontem eu regi muito mal. Será que ela já aprendeu o que é uma fermata? Será que ela sabe que é o pianista e a congregação que seguem o regente e não o contrário? Será que ela estuda mesmo, ou leu o verso do hinário e já se acha a própria Kiri Te Kanawa?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E quando o Maestro fala pra olhar pro boneco, ela sai com essa: "Leve o Maestro na valsa; não! Vou levar na polca". Nem no Maracatu se leva alguém a algum lugar ali.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eu só me refiro a ela aqui porque é importante lembrar que sempre vai haver uma cobra querendo comer o vagalume. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mas a mim ela não engole mesmo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;=*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;C.&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/5010945238524676664-1605363840590167704?l=mandcdorrough.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mandcdorrough.blogspot.com/feeds/1605363840590167704/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mandcdorrough.blogspot.com/2010/02/sobre-seminimas-pontuadas-e-regencia.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5010945238524676664/posts/default/1605363840590167704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5010945238524676664/posts/default/1605363840590167704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mandcdorrough.blogspot.com/2010/02/sobre-seminimas-pontuadas-e-regencia.html' title='Sobre Semínimas Pontuadas e Regência'/><author><name>Carolina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00515200010111733937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gouMVBlRwyY/SzVMTjRkqNI/AAAAAAAAALY/q6UAdDJ-T9o/S220/s%C3%ADmbolo+do+nosso+amor.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gouMVBlRwyY/S29cd2knnMI/AAAAAAAAAMw/kX6gfZ08Ric/s72-c/music+conductor.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5010945238524676664.post-4128141826960385287</id><published>2010-02-03T07:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-03T08:17:05.248-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Carnaval :D</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gouMVBlRwyY/S2mg3UqHhxI/AAAAAAAAAMo/C8GGKGMEX-k/s1600-h/carnaval+5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 226px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gouMVBlRwyY/S2mg3UqHhxI/AAAAAAAAAMo/C8GGKGMEX-k/s320/carnaval+5.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434051297697826578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gouMVBlRwyY/S2mg3NAc2GI/AAAAAAAAAMg/quggE6KZfOk/s1600-h/carnaval+4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 209px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gouMVBlRwyY/S2mg3NAc2GI/AAAAAAAAAMg/quggE6KZfOk/s320/carnaval+4.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434051295644014690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gouMVBlRwyY/S2mg25nc_0I/AAAAAAAAAMY/97HkRG7qkeY/s1600-h/carnaval+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gouMVBlRwyY/S2mg25nc_0I/AAAAAAAAAMY/97HkRG7qkeY/s320/carnaval+3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434051290438893378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gouMVBlRwyY/S2mg2loAqtI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/enoiIpfZdMA/s1600-h/carnaval+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gouMVBlRwyY/S2mg2loAqtI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/enoiIpfZdMA/s320/carnaval+2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434051285072521938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gouMVBlRwyY/S2mg2fqAI0I/AAAAAAAAAMI/nOgld7RTCeM/s1600-h/carnaval+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 246px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gouMVBlRwyY/S2mg2fqAI0I/AAAAAAAAAMI/nOgld7RTCeM/s320/carnaval+1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434051283470263106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Belíssima a idéia da Secretaria de Turismo do Estado esse ano ao retratar o carnaval em Pernambuco como tão amplo e multicultural que não dê ao turista oportunidade de ver tanto em tão pouco tempo.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tudo bem, guardadas às devidas proporções no que tange às interpretações de "multicultural" (ainda não captei o NX Zero - alguém me ajude), o carnaval é a festa mais linda do mundo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Especialmente aqui em Pernambuco com tantas coisas lindas, aguardadas tão ansiosamente.&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Falo dos maracatus, do frevo, as troças antigas com aquelas senhoras lindas vestidas todas iguaizinhas, com o hino decorado, uma tradição linda passada de uma para outras gerações. Falo do Maestro Forró de cabeça pra baixo nas ruas desniveladas do Recife Antigo, do sobe e desce ladeira em Olinda, de Pitombeira e Elefante, dos shows de graça, da chuva que pinga de baixo pra cima com toda a lama do mundo... de Bubusca e sua Galinha D'Água :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No centro começam os desvios do trânsito, em breve interditarão a ponte para montar o Rei e a Rainha do Maracatu e o Galo que deve ser verde e amarelo esse ano, por causa da Copa. Aguardemos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Falo das mil cores no Mercado de São José e as milhares de fantasias de R$10,00 a R$100,00, depende de quem você queira ser esse ano. Tão lindas as burrinhas, os palhacinhos, as princesas, os índios! Adoooooooooro.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Falo ainda do carnaval no interior, das pessoas fantasiadas, dos bacamarteiros, dos papangus e pernas de pau, da insistência em manter uma tradição tão linda e que só tem significado para quem realmente vive aquilo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E eu vivi tanto desses lugares. Agora, eu brinco de olhar pela TV e morrer de saudade. Agora é tempo de admirar. Quando criança eu me fantasiei e brinquei. Quando adolescente eu subi e desci e pulei e cantei. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E hoje eu anseio pela chegada de meus filhotes, espero que eles tenham essa vontade de preservar a folia dentro de si. Falo da folia de se fantasiar, de cantar as músicas lindas, falando de amor, da alegria da música e da tristeza da quarta-feira ingrata.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eita que saudade....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;=*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;C.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;**imagens do google; caso tenham direitos autorais, favor deixar um post e farei as alterações. grata!&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/5010945238524676664-4128141826960385287?l=mandcdorrough.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mandcdorrough.blogspot.com/feeds/4128141826960385287/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mandcdorrough.blogspot.com/2010/02/carnaval-d.html#comment-form' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5010945238524676664.post-1202655319554109003</id><published>2010-01-21T13:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-21T13:35:42.312-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Saudade...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gouMVBlRwyY/S1jIdP3mHtI/AAAAAAAAAMA/557681-799g/s1600-h/mike+003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gouMVBlRwyY/S1jIdP3mHtI/AAAAAAAAAMA/557681-799g/s320/mike+003.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429309755596611282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These were wonderful days, when we were together all the time, doing simple things, laughing, smiling, kissing all the time... when I slept in your arms, and woke up with your smile... &lt;div&gt;Life is perfect with you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks for coming, thanks for loving me.&lt;div&gt;Im with you forever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kisses&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;C&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/5010945238524676664-1202655319554109003?l=mandcdorrough.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mandcdorrough.blogspot.com/feeds/1202655319554109003/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mandcdorrough.blogspot.com/2010/01/saudade.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5010945238524676664/posts/default/1202655319554109003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5010945238524676664/posts/default/1202655319554109003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mandcdorrough.blogspot.com/2010/01/saudade.html' title='Saudade...'/><author><name>Carolina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00515200010111733937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gouMVBlRwyY/SzVMTjRkqNI/AAAAAAAAALY/q6UAdDJ-T9o/S220/s%C3%ADmbolo+do+nosso+amor.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gouMVBlRwyY/S1jIdP3mHtI/AAAAAAAAAMA/557681-799g/s72-c/mike+003.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5010945238524676664.post-4840903487129949422</id><published>2010-01-02T14:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-02T14:32:14.466-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Desejos para 2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gouMVBlRwyY/Sz_Epp44uSI/AAAAAAAAAL4/LCkxS8cUqmI/s1600-h/1.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gouMVBlRwyY/Sz_Epp44uSI/AAAAAAAAAL4/LCkxS8cUqmI/s320/1.bmp" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422268696275499298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para o ano que começa desejamos a todos mais fé, proteção, amor e saúde, trabalho, dinheiro.&lt;div&gt;Para o amor da minha vida e eu, desejamos ter a companhia constante um do outro.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Beijos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;C.&lt;br /&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/5010945238524676664-4840903487129949422?l=mandcdorrough.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gouMVBlRwyY/SzVMTjRkqNI/AAAAAAAAALY/q6UAdDJ-T9o/S220/s%C3%ADmbolo+do+nosso+amor.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gouMVBlRwyY/Sz_Epp44uSI/AAAAAAAAAL4/LCkxS8cUqmI/s72-c/1.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5010945238524676664.post-7964868473164163955</id><published>2009-12-29T02:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-29T02:55:24.221-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Morning Message, 12/29/2009</title><content type='html'>Have I told you lately that I love you&lt;br /&gt;Have I told you there's no one else above you&lt;br /&gt;Fill my heart with gladness&lt;br /&gt;take away all my sadness&lt;br /&gt;ease my troubles that's what you do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the morning sun in all it's glory&lt;br /&gt;greets the day with hope and comfort too&lt;br /&gt;You fill my life with laughter&lt;br /&gt;and somehow you make it better&lt;br /&gt;ease my troubles that's what you do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;There's a love that's divine&lt;br /&gt;and it's yours and it's mine like the sun&lt;br /&gt;And at the end of the day&lt;br /&gt;we should give thanks and pray&lt;br /&gt;to the one, to the one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have I told you lately that I love you&lt;br /&gt;Have I told you there's no one else above you&lt;br /&gt;Fill my heart with gladness&lt;br /&gt;take away all my sadness&lt;br /&gt;ease my troubles that's what you do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a love that's divine&lt;br /&gt;and it's yours and it's mine like the sun&lt;br /&gt;And at the end of the day&lt;br /&gt;we should give thanks and pray&lt;br /&gt;to the one, to the one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And have I told you lately that I love you&lt;br /&gt;Have I told you there's no one else above you&lt;br /&gt;You fill my heart with gladness&lt;br /&gt;take away my sadness&lt;br /&gt;ease my troubles that's what you do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Take away all my sadness&lt;br /&gt;fill my life with gladness&lt;br /&gt;ease my troubles that's what you do&lt;br /&gt;Take away all my sadness&lt;br /&gt;fill my life with gladness&lt;br /&gt;ease my troubles that's what you do&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5010945238524676664-7964868473164163955?l=mandcdorrough.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mandcdorrough.blogspot.com/feeds/7964868473164163955/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mandcdorrough.blogspot.com/2009/12/my-morning-message-12292009.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5010945238524676664/posts/default/7964868473164163955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5010945238524676664/posts/default/7964868473164163955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mandcdorrough.blogspot.com/2009/12/my-morning-message-12292009.html' title='My Morning Message, 12/29/2009'/><author><name>Carolina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00515200010111733937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gouMVBlRwyY/SzVMTjRkqNI/AAAAAAAAALY/q6UAdDJ-T9o/S220/s%C3%ADmbolo+do+nosso+amor.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5010945238524676664.post-8904460866974384601</id><published>2009-12-25T13:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-25T14:47:53.879-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Retrospectiva 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF00;"&gt;Sabe quando as coisas na sua vida começam a se fechar em pequenos círculos que formam um grande móbile colorido, daqueles lindos que vemos em lojas de enxovais de bebê?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF00;"&gt;Assim é a minha vida hoje. Muito linda, colorida e com uma trilha sonora digna de filme multipremiado no Oscar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF00;"&gt;A maioria das pessoas que me conhecem entendem do que eu falo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF00;"&gt;Eu sou muito persistente - hoje, porque ontem eu não era assim; tinha dúvidas e elas me congelavam. Tento agora fazer algo até a exaustão. Mesmo que isso represente deixar de lado um projeto bacana - ou aparentemente bacana e retorne a ele mais tarde, eu não perco de vista o que eu quero.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF00;"&gt;Desde pequena eu quis fazer muitas coisas. E consegui fazer um monte delas nesses quase 365 dias.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF00;"&gt;Terminei o bendito MBA e seu respectivo projeto depois de ter 4 orientadoras. Sem comentários adicionais.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF00;"&gt;Estou trabalhando diuturnamente no meu inglês! Yes, we can!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF00;"&gt;Não tenho cálculo renal :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF00;"&gt;Fiz 30 anos e não tive crise. Bruno não deixou kkkkk!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF00;"&gt;Pedi demissão de uma empresa que estava bebendo meu sangue e levando embora minha genialidade e espírito de equipe, sem falar pelo respeito ao próximo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF00;"&gt;Casei.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF00;"&gt;Sou mãe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF00;"&gt;Tomei muitas decisões sozinha e outras tantas com ajuda das instâncias superiores.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF00;"&gt;Não compro DVDs piratas e sempre almoço no pátio do Livramento quando vou ao centro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF00;"&gt;Gosto de olhar para a rosa-dos-ventos do Paço de cima. Brennand deixou mensagens ocultas lá.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF00;"&gt;Dois livros por mês, para manter a mente em constante exercício.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF00;"&gt;Escrevo no diário semanalmente. Todos os dias fica sem sentido, uma história sem pé nem cabeça, pelo menos para mim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF00;"&gt;Minha árvore genealógica tem 4 gerações por parte de mãe. Por parte de pai, preciso trabalhar mentalmente ainda.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF00;"&gt;Converso com meu gato; eu sou o Pink e minha mãe é o Cérebro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF00;"&gt;Nesse ano lindo que está acabando, muuuuuuitas coisas aconteceram, tudo ao mesmo tempo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF00;"&gt;Aprendi novamente o valor das grandes amizades. Que amigos não precisam estar enfiados na sua casa abrindo sua geladeira, para que você os entitule amigos. E que um telefonema pode salvar o seu dia do caos total e absoluto. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF00;"&gt;Se alguém não lembra de mim tem no momento outras prioridades e não deve ser crucificada por isso. Eu também tenho minhas prioridades.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF00;"&gt;Família é fundamental e deve estar sempre a uma distância segura.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF00;"&gt;Trabalho é mágico. Ajuda a manter um legado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF00;"&gt;Amor é uma coisa tão espetacular que não se define tão facilmente, como aquelas perguntas para as quais você responde: eu sei o que é mas não sei explicar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF00;"&gt;E aprendi novos significados dessa palavra; e os antônimos possíveis - a recíproca é verdadeira.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF00;"&gt;Aprendi com Ana Maria Braga e Xuxa que intimidade tem esse nome porque é uma coisa só sua. E deve ser preservada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF00;"&gt;Michael Jackson me mostrou que você tem de saber quem você é. E saber a quem pedir ajuda quando não souber. Ninguém é obrigado a estar sempre certo, errar é pertinente e pedir socorro faz parte.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF00;"&gt;Algumas pessoas importantes eu fiz questão de manter, e outras perdidas eu fiz questão de "azunir" como se diz aqui em Recife. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF00;"&gt;O parâmetro é simples: o que não me acresce, não precisa ocupar espaço dentro de mim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF00;"&gt;Essa verdade é aplicada para sentimentos, armários de roupa e comida e também para aqueles milhares de arquivos sem motivo e sentido no computador.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF00;"&gt;Entristeço e às vezes fecho o tempo, muitas vezes fecho a cara, e outras milhões de vezes choro copiosamente. Isso faz parte. O meu jogo do contente ganhou novos contornos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF00;"&gt;Aprendi mais sobre fé. Aprendi a orar como Elder Bednar me ensinou e isso fez e faz muita diferença. Elder Eyring me falou sobre manter o foco.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF00;"&gt;Aprendi o valor das respostas vindas das pessoas e dos lugares menos prováveis.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF00;"&gt;Quer um exemplo? Leia a letra da oração que Jorge Ben Jor faz na música Ogum, que está no novo DVD de Zeca Pagodinho:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="line-height: 18px; font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF00;"&gt;Deus adiante paz e guia&lt;br /&gt;Encomendo-me a Deus e a virgem Maria minha mãe&lt;br /&gt;Os doze apóstolos meus irmãos&lt;br /&gt;Andarei neste dia nesta noite&lt;br /&gt;Com meu corpo cercado vigiado e protegido&lt;br /&gt;Pelas as armas de são Jorge&lt;br /&gt;São Jorge sendo com praça na cavalaria&lt;br /&gt;Eu estou feliz porque eu também sou da sua companhia&lt;br /&gt;Eu estou vestido com as roupas e as armas de Jorge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF00;"&gt;Para que meus inimigos tendo pés não me alcancem&lt;br /&gt;Tendo mãos não me peguem não me toquem&lt;br /&gt;Tendo olhos não me enxerguem&lt;br /&gt;E nem em pensamento eles possam ter para me fazerem mal&lt;br /&gt;Armas de fogo o meu corpo não alcançará&lt;br /&gt;Facas e lanças se quebrem sem o meu corpo tocar&lt;br /&gt;Cordas e correntes se arrebentem sem o meu corpo amarrar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF00;"&gt;Pois eu estou vestido com as roupas e as armas de Jorge&lt;br /&gt;Jorge é da Capadócia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF00;"&gt;Quer mais proteção?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF00;"&gt;Marido é uma pessoa completamente diferente, mas igualmente fundamental. Casar é algo que se deve experimentar na vida. Casar é um momento único, como quinze anos, a primeira viagem de avião, aprender a falar outro idioma e se formar na faculdade. É tão significativo... você está aprendendo novamente a andar sozinho. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF00;"&gt;Momento diferente de tudo; iniciando com um sim e continuando com uma intimidade que é genial, porque não tem fim. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF00;"&gt;Amor em todas as suas formas, nos pequenos bilhetes, nos emails, nas fotos, nas longas conversas sobre tudo e nada, no beijo e no abraço e notras cositas más. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF00;"&gt;Cumplicidade extrema e sabe o melhor? Amplamente voluntária.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF00;"&gt;Miguelito, love of my life, you are the one. My lover, my friend, my budd to the end. Nothing else has meaning without you. Thanks for being with me. I am complete with you. Cause I have your love, I can do all the things, everyday, till the end. And if theres no end, itll be great, cause Ill be with you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF00;"&gt;Aprendi lições importantes sobre o que é ou não importante e urgente. Presidente Benson diz que quando colocamos Jesus no centro de nossas vidas, todas as coisas ocupam seus lugares. E não é que é assim, simples? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF00;"&gt;Porque eu tenho certeza disso, minha vida tem propósito, significado e direção. Sei onde estou, e para onde vou daqui. E o melhor: não vou mais só.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF00;"&gt;Tenho um testemunho quase do tamanho de um grão de mostarda. Não me orgulho disso, tenho muita sensibilidade para o fato de que ainda não é nem do tamanho do grão de mostarda, logo preciso empreender muito trabalho nesse crescimento. Testemunho é a certeza de que você aprendeu algo de forma plena, a ponto de aquela verdade passar a ser sua também.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF00;"&gt;E eu aprendi muito nesse ano. Reaprendi também. Sou uma filha amada de um Pai Celestial que pensou e pensa em tudo, em todos os detalhes. E porque é assim, posso ser como Ele é. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF00;"&gt;Meu Irmão é Maravilhoso, Conselheiro, Deus Forte, Pai da Eternidade, Príncipe da Paz. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF00;"&gt;E hoje, no Seu aniversário, eu estou postando para mim mesma, em homenagem a Ele que é "meu Salvador e meu amigo, responde minha oração, dá-me paz; sempre que eu Lhe pedir, virá comigo; para vencer o mal, forte me faz".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF00;"&gt;=*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF00;"&gt;C.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/5010945238524676664-8904460866974384601?l=mandcdorrough.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mandcdorrough.blogspot.com/feeds/8904460866974384601/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mandcdorrough.blogspot.com/2009/12/retrospectiva-2009.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5010945238524676664/posts/default/8904460866974384601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5010945238524676664/posts/default/8904460866974384601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mandcdorrough.blogspot.com/2009/12/retrospectiva-2009.html' title='Retrospectiva 2009'/><author><name>Carolina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00515200010111733937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gouMVBlRwyY/SzVMTjRkqNI/AAAAAAAAALY/q6UAdDJ-T9o/S220/s%C3%ADmbolo+do+nosso+amor.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5010945238524676664.post-3901552854363256829</id><published>2009-12-02T14:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-02T15:02:45.119-08:00</updated><title type='text'>And so this is Christmas...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gouMVBlRwyY/Sxbxg0Do2WI/AAAAAAAAALQ/CcTca7uGiS0/s1600-h/ideia+p+%C3%A1rvore+de+natal.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 183px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gouMVBlRwyY/Sxbxg0Do2WI/AAAAAAAAALQ/CcTca7uGiS0/s320/ideia+p+%C3%A1rvore+de+natal.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410777548364241250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana, arial, helvetica;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;So this is Christmas&lt;br /&gt;And what have you done?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana, arial, helvetica;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Another year over&lt;br /&gt;And a new one just begun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana, arial, helvetica;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Ans so this is Christmas&lt;br /&gt;I hope you have fun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana, arial, helvetica;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;The near and the dear one&lt;br /&gt;The old and the young&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A very merry Christmas&lt;br /&gt;And a happy New Year&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana, arial, helvetica;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Let's hope it's a good one&lt;br /&gt;Without any fear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana, arial, helvetica;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;And so this is Christmas&lt;br /&gt;For weak and for strong&lt;br /&gt;For rich and the poor ones&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana, arial, helvetica;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;The world is so wrong&lt;br /&gt;And so happy Christmas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana, arial, helvetica;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;For black and for white&lt;br /&gt;For yellow and red ones&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana, arial, helvetica;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Let's stop all the fight&lt;br /&gt;A very merry Christmas&lt;br /&gt;And a happy New Year&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana, arial, helvetica;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana, arial, helvetica;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Let's hope it's a good one&lt;br /&gt;Without any fear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana, arial, helvetica;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;And so this is Christmas&lt;br /&gt;And what have we done?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana, arial, helvetica;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Another year over&lt;br /&gt;And a new one just begun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana, arial, helvetica;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;And so this is Christmas&lt;br /&gt;I hope you have fun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana, arial, helvetica;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;The near and the dear one&lt;br /&gt;The old and the young&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana, arial, helvetica;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;A very merry Christmas&lt;br /&gt;And a happy New Year&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana, arial, helvetica;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Let's hope it's a good one&lt;br /&gt;Without any fear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana, arial, helvetica;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;War is over over&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana, arial, helvetica;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;If you want it&lt;br /&gt;War is over&lt;br /&gt;Now... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5010945238524676664-3901552854363256829?l=mandcdorrough.blogspot.com' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gouMVBlRwyY/SzVMTjRkqNI/AAAAAAAAALY/q6UAdDJ-T9o/S220/s%C3%ADmbolo+do+nosso+amor.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gouMVBlRwyY/Sxbxg0Do2WI/AAAAAAAAALQ/CcTca7uGiS0/s72-c/ideia+p+%C3%A1rvore+de+natal.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5010945238524676664.post-5338239359334716857</id><published>2009-11-17T14:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T14:20:51.138-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mensagem para os meus amigos, todos.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gouMVBlRwyY/SwMhmoSPJWI/AAAAAAAAALI/4FnrwgF8INg/s1600/c7010f53577ceca068355fd54ee27fabc425eeff.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405200925307381090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gouMVBlRwyY/SwMhmoSPJWI/AAAAAAAAALI/4FnrwgF8INg/s320/c7010f53577ceca068355fd54ee27fabc425eeff.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gonzaguinha, som de minha infância, numa das músicas mais lindas do mundo!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Eu apenas queria que você soubesse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Que aquela alegria ainda está comigo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;E que a minha ternura não ficou na estrada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Não ficou no tempo, presa na poeira&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Eu apenas queria que você soubesse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Que esta menina hoje é uma mulher&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;E que esta mulher é uma menina&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Que colheu seu fruto, flor do seu carinho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eu apenas queria dizer&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A todo mundo que me gosta&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Que, hoje, eu me gosto muito mais&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Porque me entendo muito mais também&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;E que a atitude de recomeçar é todo dia, toda hora&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;É se respeitar na sua força e fé &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Se olhar bem fundo até o dedão do pé&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Eu apenas queria que você soubesse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Que essa criança brinca nesta roda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;E não teme o corte das novas feridas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Pois tem a saúde que aprendeu com a vida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;*Para ouvir beeeeeeeem alto!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5010945238524676664-5338239359334716857?l=mandcdorrough.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mandcdorrough.blogspot.com/feeds/5338239359334716857/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mandcdorrough.blogspot.com/2009/11/mensagem-para-os-meus-amigos-todos.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5010945238524676664/posts/default/5338239359334716857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5010945238524676664/posts/default/5338239359334716857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mandcdorrough.blogspot.com/2009/11/mensagem-para-os-meus-amigos-todos.html' title='Mensagem para os meus amigos, todos.'/><author><name>Carolina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00515200010111733937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gouMVBlRwyY/SzVMTjRkqNI/AAAAAAAAALY/q6UAdDJ-T9o/S220/s%C3%ADmbolo+do+nosso+amor.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gouMVBlRwyY/SwMhmoSPJWI/AAAAAAAAALI/4FnrwgF8INg/s72-c/c7010f53577ceca068355fd54ee27fabc425eeff.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5010945238524676664.post-5825738422225944326</id><published>2009-11-17T14:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T14:13:19.235-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Morning Message, 11/17/2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Bom Dia Meu Amor,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;It's a beautiful day &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;The sun is shining and the skies are clear &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;The world has been made more beautiful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Because you have been sent here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;With your beautiful brown eyes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;And your warm gracious smile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;There is nothing to match your love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Your grace makes think all the worth while&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5010945238524676664-5825738422225944326?l=mandcdorrough.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mandcdorrough.blogspot.com/feeds/5825738422225944326/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mandcdorrough.blogspot.com/2009/11/morning-message-11172009.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5010945238524676664/posts/default/5825738422225944326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5010945238524676664/posts/default/5825738422225944326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mandcdorrough.blogspot.com/2009/11/morning-message-11172009.html' title='Morning Message, 11/17/2009'/><author><name>Carolina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00515200010111733937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gouMVBlRwyY/SzVMTjRkqNI/AAAAAAAAALY/q6UAdDJ-T9o/S220/s%C3%ADmbolo+do+nosso+amor.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5010945238524676664.post-7818780708967107375</id><published>2009-11-17T14:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T14:11:34.772-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My son will give a talk next Sunday, and he wanted me to read before.&lt;br /&gt;It was nice!&lt;br /&gt;Please pay attention on the phrases ive put a sign!&lt;br /&gt;Love you Kyle&lt;br /&gt;C&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GRATITUDE FOR FAMILIES&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good morning brothers and sisters my name is Kyle Dorrough and I have been asked to speak on the subject of Gratitude for Families.&lt;br /&gt;I would first like to introduce myself. My Dad and I moved here back in July from a small town outside of Austin, TX. One of the things that made it easier to move was knowing the church was here as well.&lt;br /&gt;First I will give you the definition from the church website. It goes:&lt;br /&gt;What is gratitude?&lt;br /&gt;Gratitude is a feeling of thankfulness for blessings or benefits we have received. Grateful people are quick to acknowledge the kindness and help they receive from our Heavenly Father and others around them.&lt;br /&gt;Where there is gratitude, there is courtesy; there is a concern for the happiness and well-being of others.&lt;br /&gt;I would like to read to you an excerpt from an article from the Ensign May 1992 edition by President Thomas S. Monson titled “An Attitude of Gratitude”.&lt;br /&gt;It goes, “This is a wonderful time to be living here on earth. Our opportunities are limitless. While there are some things wrong in the world today, there are many things right, such as teachers who teach, ministers who minister, marriages that make it, parents who sacrifice, and friends who help.&lt;br /&gt;We can lift ourselves, and others as well, when we refuse to remain in the realm of negative thought and cultivate within our hearts an attitude of gratitude. If ingratitude be numbered among the serious sins, then gratitude takes its place among the noblest of virtues.”&lt;br /&gt;As I share my gratitude for my family . Please note that mine is not your typical family. &lt;strong&gt;I have been raised by my Dad primarily from time I was 9 months old till now. Soon my step mother will be here and our family will grow in so many ways I cannot begin to imagine. I am looking forward to having her here and her serving as a wife to my Dad a mother to me and a member of this ward. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon we will be sealed to one another. I am so looking forward to that day. It is comforting to know that we will have been sealed and that we will all be together from this earthly kingdom to our heavenly kingdom.&lt;br /&gt;In closing, How did Jesus Christ show gratitude?&lt;br /&gt;The Savior, Jesus Christ, lived a life of gratitude. He expressed gratitude to His Heavenly Father in prayer when performing miracles and for earthly things such as food and He gave credit to Heavenly Father for giving us all things.&lt;br /&gt;The Savior did not seek His own will, but showed gratitude and appreciation to His Heavenly Father through obedience to all He was commanded to do. We too can show this kind of gratitude to our Heavenly Father by living “in thanksgiving daily” and keeping the commandments.&lt;br /&gt;I would like to bear my testimony that by showing gratitude for all things will help the spirit stay closer to us and I say theses things in the name of Jesus Christ, amen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5010945238524676664-7818780708967107375?l=mandcdorrough.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mandcdorrough.blogspot.com/feeds/7818780708967107375/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mandcdorrough.blogspot.com/2009/11/my-son-will-give-talk-next-sunday-and.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5010945238524676664/posts/default/7818780708967107375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5010945238524676664/posts/default/7818780708967107375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mandcdorrough.blogspot.com/2009/11/my-son-will-give-talk-next-sunday-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Carolina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00515200010111733937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gouMVBlRwyY/SzVMTjRkqNI/AAAAAAAAALY/q6UAdDJ-T9o/S220/s%C3%ADmbolo+do+nosso+amor.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5010945238524676664.post-1381896146628622515</id><published>2009-10-26T16:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T17:03:39.017-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Congratulations!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gouMVBlRwyY/SuY4wlPVyYI/AAAAAAAAALA/87-BuYSHEuo/s1600-h/lua+de+mel+na+pousada+do+amparo.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397063610731448706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gouMVBlRwyY/SuY4wlPVyYI/AAAAAAAAALA/87-BuYSHEuo/s320/lua+de+mel+na+pousada+do+amparo.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was yesterday... and then a month has passed...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love you Miguelito!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5010945238524676664-1381896146628622515?l=mandcdorrough.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mandcdorrough.blogspot.com/feeds/1381896146628622515/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mandcdorrough.blogspot.com/2009/10/congratulations.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5010945238524676664/posts/default/1381896146628622515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5010945238524676664/posts/default/1381896146628622515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mandcdorrough.blogspot.com/2009/10/congratulations.html' title='Congratulations!!!'/><author><name>Carolina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00515200010111733937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gouMVBlRwyY/SzVMTjRkqNI/AAAAAAAAALY/q6UAdDJ-T9o/S220/s%C3%ADmbolo+do+nosso+amor.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gouMVBlRwyY/SuY4wlPVyYI/AAAAAAAAALA/87-BuYSHEuo/s72-c/lua+de+mel+na+pousada+do+amparo.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5010945238524676664.post-4031334093288937236</id><published>2009-10-23T18:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-23T18:54:11.852-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Colour of My Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gouMVBlRwyY/SuJZBIY5DpI/AAAAAAAAAK4/AdsdubKqBWI/s1600-h/Imagem+030.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395973179509902994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gouMVBlRwyY/SuJZBIY5DpI/AAAAAAAAAK4/AdsdubKqBWI/s320/Imagem+030.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll paint my mood in shades of blue&lt;br /&gt;Paint my soul to be with you&lt;br /&gt;I'll sketch your lips in shaded tones&lt;br /&gt;Draw your mouth to my own&lt;br /&gt;I'll draw your arms around my waist&lt;br /&gt;Then all doubt I shall erase&lt;br /&gt;I'll paint the rain that softly lands on your wind-blown hair&lt;br /&gt;I'll trace a hand to wipe your tears&lt;br /&gt;A look to calm your fears&lt;br /&gt;A silhouette of dark and light&lt;br /&gt;While we hold each other oh so tight&lt;br /&gt;I'll paint a sun to warm your heart&lt;br /&gt;Swearing that we'll never part&lt;br /&gt;That's the colour of my love&lt;br /&gt;I'll paint the truth&lt;br /&gt;Show how I feel&lt;br /&gt;Try to make you completely real&lt;br /&gt;I'll use a brush so light and fine&lt;br /&gt;To draw you close and make you mine&lt;br /&gt;I'll paint a sun to warm your heart&lt;br /&gt;Swearing that we'll never ever part&lt;br /&gt;That's the colour of my love&lt;br /&gt;I'll draw the years all passing by&lt;br /&gt;So much to learn so much to try&lt;br /&gt;And with this ring our lives will start&lt;br /&gt;Swearing that we'll never part&lt;br /&gt;I offer what you cannot buy&lt;br /&gt;Devoted love until we die&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love&lt;br /&gt;C.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5010945238524676664-4031334093288937236?l=mandcdorrough.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mandcdorrough.blogspot.com/feeds/4031334093288937236/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mandcdorrough.blogspot.com/2009/10/colour-of-my-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5010945238524676664/posts/default/4031334093288937236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5010945238524676664/posts/default/4031334093288937236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mandcdorrough.blogspot.com/2009/10/colour-of-my-love.html' title='The Colour of My Love'/><author><name>Carolina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00515200010111733937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gouMVBlRwyY/SzVMTjRkqNI/AAAAAAAAALY/q6UAdDJ-T9o/S220/s%C3%ADmbolo+do+nosso+amor.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gouMVBlRwyY/SuJZBIY5DpI/AAAAAAAAAK4/AdsdubKqBWI/s72-c/Imagem+030.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5010945238524676664.post-9066356863306337034</id><published>2009-10-20T15:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T16:04:01.672-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Letter of Love, in Portuguese...</title><content type='html'>Neste dia e hora, gosto de refletir sobre como a vida tem sido, com seus altos e baixos.&lt;br /&gt;Olho para trás e percebo como os problemas grandes não eram nada mais que testes e ensaios. Quando eu achava que estava no caminho certo, parecia sempre perdido.&lt;br /&gt;E 5 anos atrás eu voltei para o Evangelho. Enfrentei os testes e ganhei no momento menos esperado.&lt;br /&gt;Vi a mulher dos meus sonhos e eu logo soube que ela era uma resposta a muitas das minhas orações.&lt;br /&gt;A luz do sorriso dela trouxe uma alegria em mim que eu nunca senti.&lt;br /&gt;Os beijos dela são como os de um anjo. Nunca pensei que me sentiria assim de novo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estou ansioso por fazer tantas coisas com você...&lt;br /&gt;Dizer "obrigado" não parece suficiente.&lt;br /&gt;Mas essa é a única coisa que pode ser mais facilmente compreendida.&lt;br /&gt;Eu sou tão apaixonado por você.&lt;br /&gt;Esse amor ergue meu coração ao céu quando penso em você.&lt;br /&gt;Obrigado meu amor.&lt;br /&gt;Você é o amor da minha vida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5010945238524676664-9066356863306337034?l=mandcdorrough.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mandcdorrough.blogspot.com/feeds/9066356863306337034/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mandcdorrough.blogspot.com/2009/10/first-poem-in-portuguese.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5010945238524676664/posts/default/9066356863306337034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5010945238524676664/posts/default/9066356863306337034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mandcdorrough.blogspot.com/2009/10/first-poem-in-portuguese.html' title='Letter of Love, in Portuguese...'/><author><name>Carolina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00515200010111733937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gouMVBlRwyY/SzVMTjRkqNI/AAAAAAAAALY/q6UAdDJ-T9o/S220/s%C3%ADmbolo+do+nosso+amor.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5010945238524676664.post-4876127845087007042</id><published>2009-10-15T16:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T06:46:06.781-07:00</updated><title type='text'>O Nosso Casamento, 26/09/2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gouMVBlRwyY/Steu54ghhnI/AAAAAAAAAKw/2-zIUA6mZSs/s1600-h/mikeandme.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392971388244035186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 295px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gouMVBlRwyY/Steu54ghhnI/AAAAAAAAAKw/2-zIUA6mZSs/s320/mikeandme.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Casamos, e foi lindo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fizemos uma pequena recepção para alguns amigos mais chegados e pessoas que me viram crescer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alguns só receberam o convite pelo correio. Esses amados, mesmo longe, obrigada pelo carinho.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eu escolhi o cardápio do brunch pensando em todos os possíveis alérgicos, no calor e no meu marido e sogros que não estão acostumados ao tempero daqui.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sucos e muita água. Estava muito quente.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Os docinhos estavam ótimos. Lindos e gostosos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Minhas flores estavam lindas e resistiram bem a todo o evento.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tiramos em torno de 450 fotos, que ainda estão sendo editadas. Obrigada Irmão Clemilson!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A filmagem ainda não está pronta.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eu desenhei o modelo do meu vestido. Simplésimo porém chiquésimo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Meu marido veio direto do aeroporto para a recepção. Problemas com o vôo. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Quem atrasou foi o noivo kkkkkkkkkk.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ele estava tão lindo... quase chorei quando o vi, mas mainha disse "não invente de chorar". Sim senhora!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Meu cabelo estava lindo e a maquiagem perfeita! Obras de Nilson...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;O bolo, sem comentários. O que sobrou dele (né Larissa e Narciso?!?!) também estava muito gostoso. kkkkkkkkkkk&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nosso selamento foi algo sem precedentes. Um Espírito doce e calmo, mas muito feliz. Muito mesmo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Amaro, amigo querido, obrigada!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Brother and Sister Leavitt, thank you so much. We love you so!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Irmão João Dias, que prazer imenso receber conselhos tão sábios. &lt;strong&gt;Fidelidade&lt;/strong&gt; é a palavra. Obrigada! Nossa fé e orações estão com o senhor e sua esposa querida!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aos amigos que nos esperaram no Templo, muito obrigada. Sinceramente, nós não esperávamos tanta gente. Como coube na sala? kkkkkk&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Edgar, meu bispo, meu amigo, foi maravilhoso encontrar você lá! Lembra o que eu disse?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Minha Mãe, nós nunca duvidamos, mesmo quando tudo e uns tantos pareciam dizer não. Os milagres aconteceram. E tudo no tempo do Senhor. Eu e Michael amamos, estimamos e oramos muito pela senhora.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Não precisa disfarçar o orgulho. Esse tipo de orgulho não se pode condenar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Miguel, my friend, my love, my handsome husband... I have no words to say something about how much thankful I am to be in your life. Since the first time weve talked, the first email, the first card, Ive felt something different but I was so afraid... but the way weve chosen was the best, our Heavenly Father said yes, and see how far weve gone... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now, I have your love and this love fills the blankets, and makes the doubts fly away.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kyle, Mom loves you. Your Dad loves you too. And youll be with us forever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5010945238524676664-4876127845087007042?l=mandcdorrough.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mandcdorrough.blogspot.com/feeds/4876127845087007042/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mandcdorrough.blogspot.com/2009/10/o-nosso-casamento-26092009.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5010945238524676664/posts/default/4876127845087007042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5010945238524676664/posts/default/4876127845087007042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mandcdorrough.blogspot.com/2009/10/o-nosso-casamento-26092009.html' title='O Nosso Casamento, 26/09/2009'/><author><name>Carolina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00515200010111733937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gouMVBlRwyY/SzVMTjRkqNI/AAAAAAAAALY/q6UAdDJ-T9o/S220/s%C3%ADmbolo+do+nosso+amor.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gouMVBlRwyY/Steu54ghhnI/AAAAAAAAAKw/2-zIUA6mZSs/s72-c/mikeandme.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5010945238524676664.post-2507814594023333473</id><published>2009-09-18T15:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T17:33:33.214-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Esperando....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gouMVBlRwyY/SrQYdBWiYfI/AAAAAAAAAKo/M1-uUYIm86Y/s1600-h/menina-orando-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382954341472821746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 252px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gouMVBlRwyY/SrQYdBWiYfI/AAAAAAAAAKo/M1-uUYIm86Y/s320/menina-orando-2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Casar sempre foi um sonho. E desde pequenas somos preparadas para isso. Brincar de casinha, de boneca, fazer comidinha... ser como nossa mãe é.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Agora eu estou perto de me tornar como minha mãe é. E querendo ou não, de dar uma bela resposta a quem esperou sempre o pior de mim, quem me maltratou... acho que M pensa de igual forma, porque passou por experiências bem semelhantes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Acho que todas essas situações serviram para nos unir ainda mais. Entendemos quem somos, porque estamos aqui, para onde vamos daqui. Temos metas e sonhos em comum e isso nos faz únicos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Estamos muito felizes apesar da distância.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Estamos muito felizes apesar de toda a oposição.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;E seremos felizes para sempre, tendo sempre em mente que não se é feliz 24h por dia. Teremos desafios, novas situações, provações. Mas estamos juntos e isso nos faz mais fortes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;E como eu sempre digo ao meu amor:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am your reason, you are my emotion.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Together we can be perfect, and we will come back home.&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;C.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5010945238524676664-2507814594023333473?l=mandcdorrough.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mandcdorrough.blogspot.com/feeds/2507814594023333473/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mandcdorrough.blogspot.com/2009/09/esperando.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5010945238524676664/posts/default/2507814594023333473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5010945238524676664/posts/default/2507814594023333473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mandcdorrough.blogspot.com/2009/09/esperando.html' title='Esperando....'/><author><name>Carolina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00515200010111733937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gouMVBlRwyY/SzVMTjRkqNI/AAAAAAAAALY/q6UAdDJ-T9o/S220/s%C3%ADmbolo+do+nosso+amor.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gouMVBlRwyY/SrQYdBWiYfI/AAAAAAAAAKo/M1-uUYIm86Y/s72-c/menina-orando-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5010945238524676664.post-2039209943806586815</id><published>2009-09-03T19:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T19:28:02.566-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wedding</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gouMVBlRwyY/SqB7HQXLaOI/AAAAAAAAAKg/lenB-M5BC6I/s1600-h/casamento1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377433319661856994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 311px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gouMVBlRwyY/SqB7HQXLaOI/AAAAAAAAAKg/lenB-M5BC6I/s320/casamento1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thats official: we are married. September 26th we will be together forever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am happy, he is happy and we hope you all pray for us!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;C. D.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5010945238524676664-2039209943806586815?l=mandcdorrough.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mandcdorrough.blogspot.com/feeds/2039209943806586815/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mandcdorrough.blogspot.com/2009/09/wedding.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5010945238524676664/posts/default/2039209943806586815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5010945238524676664/posts/default/2039209943806586815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mandcdorrough.blogspot.com/2009/09/wedding.html' title='Wedding'/><author><name>Carolina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00515200010111733937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gouMVBlRwyY/SzVMTjRkqNI/AAAAAAAAALY/q6UAdDJ-T9o/S220/s%C3%ADmbolo+do+nosso+amor.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gouMVBlRwyY/SqB7HQXLaOI/AAAAAAAAAKg/lenB-M5BC6I/s72-c/casamento1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5010945238524676664.post-3518708819811422174</id><published>2009-08-06T22:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T23:05:23.035-07:00</updated><title type='text'>08/06/09</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gouMVBlRwyY/SnvDxxkCVFI/AAAAAAAAAJw/OBBF2YhS5Kk/s1600-h/candm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367098640827569234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gouMVBlRwyY/SnvDxxkCVFI/AAAAAAAAAJw/OBBF2YhS5Kk/s320/candm.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Meu Amor,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My time separated from you felt like an eternity&lt;br /&gt;now that I am with you again my heart is full&lt;br /&gt;when I think of you all I want to do is smile&lt;br /&gt;to everyone I meet I proclaim my love for you&lt;br /&gt;I will never feel embarrassment to show my love to you&lt;br /&gt;I want to kiss you in front of the world&lt;br /&gt;I want to you hold in my arms&lt;br /&gt;I want to feel the breeze pass between us&lt;br /&gt;to feel the rain soak us down&lt;br /&gt;to wake up next to you everyday for the rest of our lives&lt;br /&gt;You are everything to me and more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;M&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5010945238524676664-3518708819811422174?l=mandcdorrough.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mandcdorrough.blogspot.com/feeds/3518708819811422174/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mandcdorrough.blogspot.com/2009/08/080609.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5010945238524676664/posts/default/3518708819811422174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5010945238524676664/posts/default/3518708819811422174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mandcdorrough.blogspot.com/2009/08/080609.html' title='08/06/09'/><author><name>Carolina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00515200010111733937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gouMVBlRwyY/SzVMTjRkqNI/AAAAAAAAALY/q6UAdDJ-T9o/S220/s%C3%ADmbolo+do+nosso+amor.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gouMVBlRwyY/SnvDxxkCVFI/AAAAAAAAAJw/OBBF2YhS5Kk/s72-c/candm.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5010945238524676664.post-3331874254778639528</id><published>2009-07-18T15:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-18T15:26:14.344-07:00</updated><title type='text'>To Kyle.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gouMVBlRwyY/SmJL5Wa4xuI/AAAAAAAAAJo/x9xy9GQSc6Y/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359929955167291106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 307px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gouMVBlRwyY/SmJL5Wa4xuI/AAAAAAAAAJo/x9xy9GQSc6Y/s320/1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Baby boy,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hope you enjoy your day. Cake, balloons, ice cream and your family and friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We are not so close today, but we will soon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And Im proud of you and I hope you remember who you are and all the blessings you have now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe I am so much blessed than you, cause I have you in my life today, and after September, Ill have you with me forever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy Bday!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Carol&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5010945238524676664-3331874254778639528?l=mandcdorrough.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mandcdorrough.blogspot.com/feeds/3331874254778639528/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mandcdorrough.blogspot.com/2009/07/to-kyle.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5010945238524676664/posts/default/3331874254778639528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5010945238524676664/posts/default/3331874254778639528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mandcdorrough.blogspot.com/2009/07/to-kyle.html' title='To Kyle.'/><author><name>Carolina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00515200010111733937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gouMVBlRwyY/SzVMTjRkqNI/AAAAAAAAALY/q6UAdDJ-T9o/S220/s%C3%ADmbolo+do+nosso+amor.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gouMVBlRwyY/SmJL5Wa4xuI/AAAAAAAAAJo/x9xy9GQSc6Y/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5010945238524676664.post-5139542284037766103</id><published>2009-07-09T21:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T21:10:42.495-07:00</updated><title type='text'>08/07/09</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;C,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;I run my fingers through your silky black hairwith &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;your big brown eyes you give me the earth shattering stair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;with every step you take you look so fine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;and I say to myself, I am so happy that she's mine &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;with her love i will never go astray &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;as each night before we sleep we will pray&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;morning as we see the sun shine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;I will say to myself, thank you Lord for she is mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5010945238524676664-5139542284037766103?l=mandcdorrough.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mandcdorrough.blogspot.com/feeds/5139542284037766103/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mandcdorrough.blogspot.com/2009/07/080709.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5010945238524676664/posts/default/5139542284037766103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5010945238524676664/posts/default/5139542284037766103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mandcdorrough.blogspot.com/2009/07/080709.html' title='08/07/09'/><author><name>Carolina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00515200010111733937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gouMVBlRwyY/SzVMTjRkqNI/AAAAAAAAALY/q6UAdDJ-T9o/S220/s%C3%ADmbolo+do+nosso+amor.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5010945238524676664.post-6906336302961173669</id><published>2009-06-26T06:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T06:36:54.742-07:00</updated><title type='text'>25/jun/09</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;My C,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish that I could soar as high as you make heart go&lt;br /&gt;I wish that I could dance like I see you when I close my eyes&lt;br /&gt;I wish that I could fly like the birds like the way i feel when I see your smile&lt;br /&gt;I wish to hold you like I do in my dreams&lt;br /&gt;I wish to always have an open heart to see the love you offer&lt;br /&gt;I wish to spend the rest of my life with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;M&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will always fall short of perfection but you are perfect in every way.&lt;br /&gt;I love you .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5010945238524676664-6906336302961173669?l=mandcdorrough.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mandcdorrough.blogspot.com/feeds/6906336302961173669/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mandcdorrough.blogspot.com/2009/06/25jun09.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5010945238524676664/posts/default/6906336302961173669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5010945238524676664/posts/default/6906336302961173669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mandcdorrough.blogspot.com/2009/06/25jun09.html' title='25/jun/09'/><author><name>Carolina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00515200010111733937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gouMVBlRwyY/SzVMTjRkqNI/AAAAAAAAALY/q6UAdDJ-T9o/S220/s%C3%ADmbolo+do+nosso+amor.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5010945238524676664.post-4620097056833148844</id><published>2009-05-26T12:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T12:49:45.982-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Valentines Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Baby,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Youve born in June, month when here in Brazil we celebrate "Valentines Day". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Here is called Dia dos Namorados. Sincerelly, it will be the last Ive spent alone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Do you believe I never had a boyfriend on this date?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Never, never.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;But now, I have you, my beloved and eternal boyfriend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;A special and unbelievable person.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I hope you have a great day, a special bday, with cake, baloons and cards.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;And then, next year, I hope you have me by your side. And we will plan the arrival of our little girl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I love you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;C.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5010945238524676664-4620097056833148844?l=mandcdorrough.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mandcdorrough.blogspot.com/feeds/4620097056833148844/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mandcdorrough.blogspot.com/2009/05/happy-valentines-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5010945238524676664/posts/default/4620097056833148844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5010945238524676664/posts/default/4620097056833148844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mandcdorrough.blogspot.com/2009/05/happy-valentines-day.html' title='Happy Valentines Day'/><author><name>Carolina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00515200010111733937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gouMVBlRwyY/SzVMTjRkqNI/AAAAAAAAALY/q6UAdDJ-T9o/S220/s%C3%ADmbolo+do+nosso+amor.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5010945238524676664.post-6762396567111495422</id><published>2009-05-15T19:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T19:57:07.804-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Poem</title><content type='html'>I sit here thinking of you&lt;br /&gt;I see the beauty of all around&lt;br /&gt;To hold you in my arms is all I want to do&lt;br /&gt;The beat of your heart is the only sound&lt;br /&gt;The breeze you make as you walk by&lt;br /&gt;Click of your heels with every step&lt;br /&gt;Is enough to make all men sigh&lt;br /&gt;The sound of your laugh I will not forget&lt;br /&gt;I see your smile and it makes the sunshine bright&lt;br /&gt;The shine of your hair I will not let&lt;br /&gt;The spark of your eyes shine in the night&lt;br /&gt;I want to dance with you in the rain&lt;br /&gt;Till the sun greets us the new day&lt;br /&gt;Oh, how you make my heart jump&lt;br /&gt;Its the magic you do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;M&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5010945238524676664-6762396567111495422?l=mandcdorrough.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mandcdorrough.blogspot.com/feeds/6762396567111495422/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mandcdorrough.blogspot.com/2009/05/poem.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5010945238524676664/posts/default/6762396567111495422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5010945238524676664/posts/default/6762396567111495422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mandcdorrough.blogspot.com/2009/05/poem.html' title='Poem'/><author><name>Carolina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00515200010111733937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gouMVBlRwyY/SzVMTjRkqNI/AAAAAAAAALY/q6UAdDJ-T9o/S220/s%C3%ADmbolo+do+nosso+amor.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5010945238524676664.post-7472140115560963165</id><published>2009-04-08T19:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T19:55:18.951-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Poetry for my Princess</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gouMVBlRwyY/Sd1jfuRWNfI/AAAAAAAAAJA/ysn3n_z-AIk/s1600-h/poetry_reading.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322519731269678578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gouMVBlRwyY/Sd1jfuRWNfI/AAAAAAAAAJA/ysn3n_z-AIk/s320/poetry_reading.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I close my eyes and see you in my mind&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I feel a chill run up my spine&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know it's love and more&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I smell your pillow and it takes me back&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;To a place so special in my heart&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know it's love and more&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;When i am alone and all i have are my thoughts&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think of you and me and all that will be&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know that it's love and more&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think back to of your kisses past&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And it brings a joy that i will never forget&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know it's love and more&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5010945238524676664-7472140115560963165?l=mandcdorrough.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gouMVBlRwyY/SzVMTjRkqNI/AAAAAAAAALY/q6UAdDJ-T9o/S220/s%C3%ADmbolo+do+nosso+amor.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gouMVBlRwyY/Sd1jfuRWNfI/AAAAAAAAAJA/ysn3n_z-AIk/s72-c/poetry_reading.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5010945238524676664.post-8722426095304244151</id><published>2009-04-05T17:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T17:27:04.694-07:00</updated><title type='text'>M and C</title><content type='html'>Let me be your soldier&lt;br /&gt;I'll stand up for you&lt;br /&gt;When your world comes crashing down&lt;br /&gt;I'll be the one to hold you&lt;br /&gt;Let me be your soldier&lt;br /&gt;I'll fight the fight for you&lt;br /&gt;When you're up against the wall&lt;br /&gt;I will pull you through&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There comes a time&lt;br /&gt;In everybody's life&lt;br /&gt;When alone is not enough&lt;br /&gt;To make things right&lt;br /&gt;There comes a time&lt;br /&gt;When we need to ask for help&lt;br /&gt;When you're lost and just not strong enough&lt;br /&gt;To make it through the night&lt;br /&gt;When your love is on the frontline...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me be your soldier&lt;br /&gt;I'll take the pain for you&lt;br /&gt;When no one else is on your side&lt;br /&gt;I'll defend you&lt;br /&gt;Let me be your soldier&lt;br /&gt;I'll carry the cross for you&lt;br /&gt;When you're down and on your knees&lt;br /&gt;I'll protect you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There comes a time&lt;br /&gt;In everybody's life&lt;br /&gt;When alone is not enough&lt;br /&gt;To make things right&lt;br /&gt;There comes a time&lt;br /&gt;When we need to ask for help&lt;br /&gt;When we're lost and just not strong enough&lt;br /&gt;To make it through the night&lt;br /&gt;When your love is on the frontline...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me be your soldier&lt;br /&gt;There comes a time&lt;br /&gt;In everybody's life&lt;br /&gt;When alone is not enough&lt;br /&gt;To make things right&lt;br /&gt;There comes a time&lt;br /&gt;When we need to ask for help&lt;br /&gt;When we're lost and just not strong enough&lt;br /&gt;To make it through the night&lt;br /&gt;When your love is on the frontline&lt;br /&gt;When your love is on the frontline&lt;br /&gt;When your love is on the frontline...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me be your soldier, I'll die for you...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5010945238524676664-8722426095304244151?l=mandcdorrough.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mandcdorrough.blogspot.com/feeds/8722426095304244151/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mandcdorrough.blogspot.com/2009/04/m-and-c.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5010945238524676664/posts/default/8722426095304244151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5010945238524676664/posts/default/8722426095304244151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mandcdorrough.blogspot.com/2009/04/m-and-c.html' title='M and C'/><author><name>Carolina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00515200010111733937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gouMVBlRwyY/SzVMTjRkqNI/AAAAAAAAALY/q6UAdDJ-T9o/S220/s%C3%ADmbolo+do+nosso+amor.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5010945238524676664.post-3840774140931061576</id><published>2009-03-22T15:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T15:52:57.740-07:00</updated><title type='text'>=)</title><content type='html'>Mike,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love u. Thanks for coming this week... it was so much incredible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5010945238524676664-3840774140931061576?l=mandcdorrough.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mandcdorrough.blogspot.com/feeds/3840774140931061576/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mandcdorrough.blogspot.com/2009/03/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5010945238524676664/posts/default/3840774140931061576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5010945238524676664/posts/default/3840774140931061576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mandcdorrough.blogspot.com/2009/03/blog-post.html' title='=)'/><author><name>Carolina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00515200010111733937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gouMVBlRwyY/SzVMTjRkqNI/AAAAAAAAALY/q6UAdDJ-T9o/S220/s%C3%ADmbolo+do+nosso+amor.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5010945238524676664.post-6395422872108151528</id><published>2009-03-12T07:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T07:10:43.196-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Bday Gift</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gouMVBlRwyY/SbkX25fkzXI/AAAAAAAAAIY/PUcT9u29PUs/s1600-h/clefairybeautieo9.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312303467373841778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 286px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gouMVBlRwyY/SbkX25fkzXI/AAAAAAAAAIY/PUcT9u29PUs/s320/clefairybeautieo9.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Im sorry, its in Portuguese... but I can understand so well...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love u M&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;As always...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;C&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;C&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nunca pensei que eu teria esse sentimento de novo &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Durante anos tenho construído um muro em torno de mim e de quaisquer pedras que foram lançadas apenas obrigaram-me a construir um muro mais alto &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A parede é tão grande que eu não podia dizer a diferença entre dia e noite &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eu conheci uma pessoa e ela me ajudou a tomar a parede para baixo &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Agora eu vejo a beleza de um nascer do sol e da calma do céu noturno &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Com ela eu posso construir montanhas e quando vejo o seu sorriso &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eu me sinto como uma criança em um swing &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ela me dá uma sensação de alegria que não posso explicar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eu a ouço rir e faz doer meu cabelo faz a minha boca encher de água &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Vejo ela e os meus olhos secam porque não quero piscar &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Porque estou com medo de perder algo &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh como ela faz algo para mim e eu não quero que vá embora &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;M&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5010945238524676664-6395422872108151528?l=mandcdorrough.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mandcdorrough.blogspot.com/feeds/6395422872108151528/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mandcdorrough.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-bday-gift.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5010945238524676664/posts/default/6395422872108151528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5010945238524676664/posts/default/6395422872108151528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mandcdorrough.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-bday-gift.html' title='My Bday Gift'/><author><name>Carolina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00515200010111733937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gouMVBlRwyY/SzVMTjRkqNI/AAAAAAAAALY/q6UAdDJ-T9o/S220/s%C3%ADmbolo+do+nosso+amor.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gouMVBlRwyY/SbkX25fkzXI/AAAAAAAAAIY/PUcT9u29PUs/s72-c/clefairybeautieo9.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5010945238524676664.post-4837173274707784486</id><published>2009-03-03T09:00:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T09:02:01.392-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Times like these will come...</title><content type='html'>My C,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our time is drawing near.&lt;br /&gt;It's hard to believe that this has been going on since July.&lt;br /&gt;It feels like it has been so much longer.&lt;br /&gt;Time flies when you are in love.&lt;br /&gt;I love this feeling that I have with you.&lt;br /&gt;You are my eternal sunshine.&lt;br /&gt;I see you or whenever you enter my mind I can't help from smiling.&lt;br /&gt;It will be nice to be together.&lt;br /&gt;All of those uncomfortable silences will be gone.&lt;br /&gt;We will be able to appreciate and enjoy each others company without having to say a word.&lt;br /&gt;I am sure we can keep ourselves occupied otherwise.&lt;br /&gt;I like to think that I am having some far out fantasy.&lt;br /&gt;Most of all I look forward to just living day to day with you and all the things that come with it.&lt;br /&gt;I want to lay out blankets on a Friday night and eat a pizza and watch a movie while holding you in my arms.&lt;br /&gt;I want to make waffles for you on Sunday morning and then we can all go to church together.&lt;br /&gt;I want to walk hand in hand with you for eternity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;M&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5010945238524676664-4837173274707784486?l=mandcdorrough.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mandcdorrough.blogspot.com/feeds/4837173274707784486/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mandcdorrough.blogspot.com/2009/03/times-like-these-will-come.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5010945238524676664/posts/default/4837173274707784486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5010945238524676664/posts/default/4837173274707784486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mandcdorrough.blogspot.com/2009/03/times-like-these-will-come.html' title='Times like these will come...'/><author><name>Carolina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00515200010111733937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gouMVBlRwyY/SzVMTjRkqNI/AAAAAAAAALY/q6UAdDJ-T9o/S220/s%C3%ADmbolo+do+nosso+amor.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5010945238524676664.post-6296483066142411509</id><published>2009-02-26T06:13:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T06:15:54.954-08:00</updated><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gouMVBlRwyY/Saaj_orutDI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/KrJeJYjyqiI/s1600-h/1.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307109524550628402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 283px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gouMVBlRwyY/Saaj_orutDI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/KrJeJYjyqiI/s320/1.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My Princess, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's a chemical attraction &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just can't slide by&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Every time I look into my princess eyes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm helpless, so helpless, so I surrender&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;There's a visual attraction and she's branded my soul&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Simply can't deny it, she has control&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm helpless, so helpless, so I remember&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;She won't let me breakaway&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;She won't let me forget&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;baby we have a groove&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Movin' to the moment when we make our move&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;She won't let me breakaway&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want the answer, I want my soul&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm dealing with a feeling deeper in love&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Keeps on saying breakaway&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;She always in my mind and I don't want her to go away. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;You are the poetry in my mind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;M.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5010945238524676664-6296483066142411509?l=mandcdorrough.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mandcdorrough.blogspot.com/feeds/6296483066142411509/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mandcdorrough.blogspot.com/2009/02/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5010945238524676664/posts/default/6296483066142411509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5010945238524676664/posts/default/6296483066142411509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mandcdorrough.blogspot.com/2009/02/blog-post.html' title='...'/><author><name>Carolina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00515200010111733937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gouMVBlRwyY/SzVMTjRkqNI/AAAAAAAAALY/q6UAdDJ-T9o/S220/s%C3%ADmbolo+do+nosso+amor.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gouMVBlRwyY/Saaj_orutDI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/KrJeJYjyqiI/s72-c/1.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5010945238524676664.post-2453770091765944755</id><published>2009-02-14T18:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T18:48:39.790-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dont Let The Sun Go Down On Me....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gouMVBlRwyY/SZeCe6Q13WI/AAAAAAAAAHg/LuKgQcwTqWY/s1600-h/por-do-sol-3-798683.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302850553799630178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gouMVBlRwyY/SZeCe6Q13WI/AAAAAAAAAHg/LuKgQcwTqWY/s320/por-do-sol-3-798683.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I can't light no more of your darkness&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;All my pictures seem to fade to black and white&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I'm growing tired and time stands still before me&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Frozen here on the ladder of my life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Too late to save myself from falling&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I took a chance and changed your way of life&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;But you misread my meaning when I met you&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Closed the door and left me blinded by the light&lt;br /&gt;Don't let the sun go down on me&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Although I search myself, it's always someone else I see&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I'd just allow a fragment of your life to wander free&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;But losing everything is like the sun going down on me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I can't find, oh the right romantic line&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;But see me once and see the way I feel&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Don't discard me just because you think I mean you harm&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;But these cuts I have they need love to help them heal&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;M.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5010945238524676664-2453770091765944755?l=mandcdorrough.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mandcdorrough.blogspot.com/feeds/2453770091765944755/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mandcdorrough.blogspot.com/2009/02/dont-let-sun-go-down-on-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5010945238524676664/posts/default/2453770091765944755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5010945238524676664/posts/default/2453770091765944755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mandcdorrough.blogspot.com/2009/02/dont-let-sun-go-down-on-me.html' title='Dont Let The Sun Go Down On Me....'/><author><name>Carolina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00515200010111733937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gouMVBlRwyY/SzVMTjRkqNI/AAAAAAAAALY/q6UAdDJ-T9o/S220/s%C3%ADmbolo+do+nosso+amor.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gouMVBlRwyY/SZeCe6Q13WI/AAAAAAAAAHg/LuKgQcwTqWY/s72-c/por-do-sol-3-798683.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5010945238524676664.post-7645425970229660489</id><published>2009-02-14T13:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T14:02:52.235-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Love You</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gouMVBlRwyY/SZc_dj9tKkI/AAAAAAAAAHY/gW7MpYrdUgk/s1600-h/beijos.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302776863354858050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gouMVBlRwyY/SZc_dj9tKkI/AAAAAAAAAHY/gW7MpYrdUgk/s320/beijos.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I must be crazy now&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe I dream too much&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But when I think of you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I long to feel your touch&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;To whisper in your ear&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Words that are old as time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Words only you would hear&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;If only you were mine&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wish I could go back to the very first day I saw you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Should've made my move when you looked in my eyes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;'cause by now I know that you'd feel the way that I do&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I'd whisper these words as you'd lie here by my side&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love you, please say&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;You love me too, these three words&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;They could change our lives forever&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I promise you that we will always be together&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Till the end of time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So today, I finally find the courage deep inside&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just to walk right up to your door&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But my body can't move when I finally get to it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just like a thousand times before&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then without a word he handed me this letter&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Read I hope this finds the way into your heart, it said&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love you, please say&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;You love me too, these three words&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;They could change our lives forever&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I promise you that we will always be together&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Till the end of time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well maybe I, I need a little love yeah&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And maybe I, I need a little care&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And maybe I, maybe you, maybe you, maybe you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh you need somebody just to hold you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you do, just reach out and I'll be there&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love you, please say&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;You love me too&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Please say you love me too&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Till the end of time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;These three words&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;They could change our lives forever&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I promise you that we will always be together&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, I love you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Please say you love me too&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Please please&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Say you love me too&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Till the end of time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My baby&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Together, together, forever&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Till the end of time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love youI will be your light&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Shining bright&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Shining through your eyes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My baby &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;C.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5010945238524676664-7645425970229660489?l=mandcdorrough.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mandcdorrough.blogspot.com/feeds/7645425970229660489/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mandcdorrough.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-love-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5010945238524676664/posts/default/7645425970229660489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5010945238524676664/posts/default/7645425970229660489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mandcdorrough.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-love-you.html' title='I Love You'/><author><name>Carolina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00515200010111733937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gouMVBlRwyY/SzVMTjRkqNI/AAAAAAAAALY/q6UAdDJ-T9o/S220/s%C3%ADmbolo+do+nosso+amor.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gouMVBlRwyY/SZc_dj9tKkI/AAAAAAAAAHY/gW7MpYrdUgk/s72-c/beijos.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5010945238524676664.post-1381219390755807402</id><published>2009-02-09T14:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T14:09:58.457-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"You Were Meant For Me"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gouMVBlRwyY/SZCpaewe_UI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/kYhf4uSUiSs/s1600-h/ppl_1185a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300923033813187906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 208px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gouMVBlRwyY/SZCpaewe_UI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/kYhf4uSUiSs/s320/ppl_1185a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hear the clock, it's six a.m.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I feel so far from where I've been&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I got my eggs and my pancakes too&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I got my maple syrup, everything but you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I break the yolks, make a smiley face&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I kinda like it in my brand new place&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wipe the spots off the mirror&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Don't leave the keys in the door&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Never put wet towels on the floor anymore' cause&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dreams last for so longeven after you're gone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know you love me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And soon you will see&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;You were meant for me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I was meant for you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I called my momma, she was out for a walk&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Consoled a cup of coffee but it didn't wanna talk&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I picked up a paper, it was more bad news&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;More hearts being broken or people being used&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Put on my coat in the pouring rain&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I saw a movie it just wasn't the same&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;'Cause it was happy and I was sad&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It made me miss you oh so bad 'cause&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dreams last for so long&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Even after you're gone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know you love me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And soon you will see&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;You were meant for me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I was meant for you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I go about my business, I'm doin fine&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Besides what would I say if I had you on the line&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Same old story, not much to say&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hearts are broken, everyday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I brush my teeth and put the cap back on&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know you hate it when I leave the light on&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I pick a book up. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Turn the sheets down.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Take a deep breath and a good look around&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Put on my pjs and hop into bed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm half alive but I feel mostly dead&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I try and tell myself it'll be all right&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just shouldn't think anymore tonight 'cause&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dreams last for so long&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Even after you're gone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know you love me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And soon I know you will see&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;You were meant for me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I was meant for you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yeah.... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You were meant for me and I was meant for you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love u. So much. As always&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;C.&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/5010945238524676664-1381219390755807402?l=mandcdorrough.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mandcdorrough.blogspot.com/feeds/1381219390755807402/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mandcdorrough.blogspot.com/2009/02/you-were-meant-for-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5010945238524676664/posts/default/1381219390755807402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5010945238524676664/posts/default/1381219390755807402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mandcdorrough.blogspot.com/2009/02/you-were-meant-for-me.html' title='&quot;You Were Meant For Me&quot;'/><author><name>Carolina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00515200010111733937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gouMVBlRwyY/SzVMTjRkqNI/AAAAAAAAALY/q6UAdDJ-T9o/S220/s%C3%ADmbolo+do+nosso+amor.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gouMVBlRwyY/SZCpaewe_UI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/kYhf4uSUiSs/s72-c/ppl_1185a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5010945238524676664.post-4232765190715732833</id><published>2009-02-09T07:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T07:49:37.707-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Open Arms</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gouMVBlRwyY/SZBQi6zgLxI/AAAAAAAAAHI/LutyNQ8guZI/s1600-h/embrace.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300825322246123282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gouMVBlRwyY/SZBQi6zgLxI/AAAAAAAAAHI/LutyNQ8guZI/s320/embrace.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lying beside you here in the dark&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Feeling your heart beat with mine, mine&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Softly you whisper&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Youre so sincere&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;How could our love be so blind&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We sailed on together&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We drifted apart&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And here you are by my side&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So now I come to you with open arms&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nothing to hide&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Believe what I say&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So here I am with open arms&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hoping youll see what your love means to me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Open arms&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Living without you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Living alone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This empty house seems so cold&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wanting to hold you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wanting you near&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;How much I wanted you home&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But now that youve come back&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Turned night into day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I need you to stay Yes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So now I come to you with open arms &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nothing to hide&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Believe what I say&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So here I am with open arms &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hoping youll see what your love means to me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;M.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5010945238524676664-4232765190715732833?l=mandcdorrough.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mandcdorrough.blogspot.com/feeds/4232765190715732833/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mandcdorrough.blogspot.com/2009/02/open-arms.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5010945238524676664/posts/default/4232765190715732833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5010945238524676664/posts/default/4232765190715732833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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anything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Youll do all the crazy things that you cant explain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Youll shoot the moon - put out the sun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;When you love someone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Youll deny the truth - believe a lie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Therell be times that youll believe you can really fly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;But your lonely nights - have just begun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;When you love someone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;When you love someone - youll feel it deep inside&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;And nothin else can ever change your mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;When you want someone - when you need someone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;When you love someone...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;When you love someone - youll sacrifice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Youd give it everything you got and you wont think twice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Youd risk it all - no matter what may come&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;When you love someone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Youll shoot the moon - put out the sun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;When you love someone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5010945238524676664-6518272437910478456?l=mandcdorrough.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mandcdorrough.blogspot.com/feeds/6518272437910478456/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mandcdorrough.blogspot.com/2009/01/when-you-love-someone.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5010945238524676664/posts/default/6518272437910478456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5010945238524676664/posts/default/6518272437910478456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mandcdorrough.blogspot.com/2009/01/when-you-love-someone.html' title='When you love someone...'/><author><name>Carolina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00515200010111733937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gouMVBlRwyY/SzVMTjRkqNI/AAAAAAAAALY/q6UAdDJ-T9o/S220/s%C3%ADmbolo+do+nosso+amor.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5010945238524676664.post-6325014892336952381</id><published>2009-01-29T04:21:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T04:37:55.293-08:00</updated><title type='text'>You...</title><content type='html'>In my life I see where I've been&lt;br /&gt;I said that I'd never fall again&lt;br /&gt;Within myself I was wrong&lt;br /&gt;My searchin' ain't over&lt;br /&gt;I know that&lt;br /&gt;When you love a woman&lt;br /&gt;You see your world inside her eyes&lt;br /&gt;When you love a woman&lt;br /&gt;You know she's standin' by your side&lt;br /&gt;A joy that lasts forever&lt;br /&gt;There's a band of gold that shines waiting&lt;br /&gt;If I can't believe that someone is true&lt;br /&gt;to fall inlove is so hard to do&lt;br /&gt;I hope and pray tonight&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere you're thinking of me&lt;br /&gt;it's enough to make me cry.&lt;br /&gt;When I see her walking by&lt;br /&gt;And I look into her eyes&lt;br /&gt;And I get lost everytime to see her smile&lt;br /&gt;Lights the fireworks in my mind &lt;br /&gt;I love this feeling i have inside&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;M&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5010945238524676664-6325014892336952381?l=mandcdorrough.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mandcdorrough.blogspot.com/feeds/6325014892336952381/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mandcdorrough.blogspot.com/2009/01/you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5010945238524676664/posts/default/6325014892336952381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5010945238524676664/posts/default/6325014892336952381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mandcdorrough.blogspot.com/2009/01/you.html' title='You...'/><author><name>Carolina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00515200010111733937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gouMVBlRwyY/SzVMTjRkqNI/AAAAAAAAALY/q6UAdDJ-T9o/S220/s%C3%ADmbolo+do+nosso+amor.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5010945238524676664.post-1265267159873820213</id><published>2009-01-28T14:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T14:42:26.263-08:00</updated><title type='text'>His List</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gouMVBlRwyY/SYDfHPXpJVI/AAAAAAAAAHA/WQTaAv5Tvuc/s1600-h/lista.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296478477265478994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gouMVBlRwyY/SYDfHPXpJVI/AAAAAAAAAHA/WQTaAv5Tvuc/s320/lista.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here is my list. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;No matter how I am feeling whenever I think of you I smile.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can talk with you and never grow tired.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Everyone you meet you enhance their life in a way no one can explain just they feel it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;You are the most important lady of my life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;You are the greatest example of how a lady, mother and wife should carry herself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;You make me feel like I can conquer the world.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;You make me feel like I can walk through fire.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We can go to the Celestial Kingdom hand in hand.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We can set the example to our children of how a mother and father should treat each other and love one another.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We can go to the temple together.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;When we are together wherever we will be will always feel like home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;You make me a better father.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;You are the most beautiful person I know both inside and outside. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Your beauty shines like the morning sun. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can't help from smiling when I see your picture or whenever I hear your voice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Your smile lights the fireworks in my mind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Your laugh send a sensation that runs from the ends of my hair to the tips of my toes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Your eyes makes my blood flow and my heart purr.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;You are everything and more...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love, M&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5010945238524676664-1265267159873820213?l=mandcdorrough.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mandcdorrough.blogspot.com/feeds/1265267159873820213/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mandcdorrough.blogspot.com/2009/01/his-list.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5010945238524676664/posts/default/1265267159873820213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5010945238524676664/posts/default/1265267159873820213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mandcdorrough.blogspot.com/2009/01/his-list.html' title='His List'/><author><name>Carolina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00515200010111733937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gouMVBlRwyY/SzVMTjRkqNI/AAAAAAAAALY/q6UAdDJ-T9o/S220/s%C3%ADmbolo+do+nosso+amor.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gouMVBlRwyY/SYDfHPXpJVI/AAAAAAAAAHA/WQTaAv5Tvuc/s72-c/lista.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5010945238524676664.post-5645610312163300126</id><published>2009-01-27T04:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T04:45:51.627-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Our time is now...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gouMVBlRwyY/SX8BuJkd_AI/AAAAAAAAAG4/CWkq9_bwuBM/s1600-h/1.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295953579165481986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gouMVBlRwyY/SX8BuJkd_AI/AAAAAAAAAG4/CWkq9_bwuBM/s320/1.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;C, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Our time will come&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We will be together &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I can look into your eyes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;and be lost in eternity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I can kiss your lips &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;and never go hungry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I can hold your hand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;and walk the days away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;But one day &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I will have your hand in mine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;and we will be forever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;We will look in another eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;and get lost in time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;We can kiss each others lips&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;and never be hungry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;We can hold each others hands&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;and take the long way home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Our time is now &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;M &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5010945238524676664-5645610312163300126?l=mandcdorrough.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mandcdorrough.blogspot.com/feeds/5645610312163300126/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mandcdorrough.blogspot.com/2009/01/ou-time-is-now.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5010945238524676664/posts/default/5645610312163300126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5010945238524676664/posts/default/5645610312163300126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mandcdorrough.blogspot.com/2009/01/ou-time-is-now.html' title='Our time is now...'/><author><name>Carolina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00515200010111733937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gouMVBlRwyY/SzVMTjRkqNI/AAAAAAAAALY/q6UAdDJ-T9o/S220/s%C3%ADmbolo+do+nosso+amor.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gouMVBlRwyY/SX8BuJkd_AI/AAAAAAAAAG4/CWkq9_bwuBM/s72-c/1.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5010945238524676664.post-2410125382936266750</id><published>2009-01-26T06:04:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T06:07:35.312-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reasons why I love u...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gouMVBlRwyY/SX3Djq63oCI/AAAAAAAAAGw/Gz1vPMkKUKI/s1600-h/coracoes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295603754441613346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gouMVBlRwyY/SX3Djq63oCI/AAAAAAAAAGw/Gz1vPMkKUKI/s320/coracoes.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;You are the only man who can wake me up in the midle of the night&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;You are always excited about everything&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;You make me feel that Im so much beautiful that I really am&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;You are so much handsome... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Youve brought my baby Kyle&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;You are the most important guy in my whole life&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Youll be my king&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Youll marry me in the Temple&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;You are my emotion&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Youll help me to be a mother&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Youll take me back home&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love u &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;C&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5010945238524676664-2410125382936266750?l=mandcdorrough.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mandcdorrough.blogspot.com/feeds/2410125382936266750/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mandcdorrough.blogspot.com/2009/01/reasons-why-i-love-u.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5010945238524676664/posts/default/2410125382936266750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5010945238524676664/posts/default/2410125382936266750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mandcdorrough.blogspot.com/2009/01/reasons-why-i-love-u.html' title='Reasons why I love u...'/><author><name>Carolina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00515200010111733937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gouMVBlRwyY/SzVMTjRkqNI/AAAAAAAAALY/q6UAdDJ-T9o/S220/s%C3%ADmbolo+do+nosso+amor.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gouMVBlRwyY/SX3Djq63oCI/AAAAAAAAAGw/Gz1vPMkKUKI/s72-c/coracoes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5010945238524676664.post-7014159063905014425</id><published>2009-01-23T20:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T20:29:20.430-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Sunshine of Your Smile</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gouMVBlRwyY/SXqZD1OaWLI/AAAAAAAAAGo/EMn4aEL9vKI/s1600-h/sol.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294712603033622706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gouMVBlRwyY/SXqZD1OaWLI/AAAAAAAAAGo/EMn4aEL9vKI/s320/sol.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dear, fates will hold no sweeter smile for me&lt;br /&gt;Were you not mine, how dark the world would be&lt;br /&gt;I know no light above that could replace&lt;br /&gt;Love's radiant sunshine in your dear face.&lt;br /&gt;Give me your smile, the love light in your eyes,&lt;br /&gt;I could not hold a fairer paradise&lt;br /&gt;Give me the right to love you all the while,&lt;br /&gt;My world forever, the sunshine of your smile &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh how it does something in me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;M&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5010945238524676664-7014159063905014425?l=mandcdorrough.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mandcdorrough.blogspot.com/feeds/7014159063905014425/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mandcdorrough.blogspot.com/2009/01/sunshine-of-your-smile.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5010945238524676664/posts/default/7014159063905014425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5010945238524676664/posts/default/7014159063905014425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mandcdorrough.blogspot.com/2009/01/sunshine-of-your-smile.html' title='The Sunshine of Your Smile'/><author><name>Carolina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00515200010111733937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gouMVBlRwyY/SzVMTjRkqNI/AAAAAAAAALY/q6UAdDJ-T9o/S220/s%C3%ADmbolo+do+nosso+amor.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gouMVBlRwyY/SXqZD1OaWLI/AAAAAAAAAGo/EMn4aEL9vKI/s72-c/sol.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5010945238524676664.post-3523837060981880436</id><published>2009-01-22T07:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T07:56:58.564-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Piano Classes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gouMVBlRwyY/SXiXPI9OGHI/AAAAAAAAAGg/WdXJs8GDR0I/s1600-h/piano.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294147648332109938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gouMVBlRwyY/SXiXPI9OGHI/AAAAAAAAAGg/WdXJs8GDR0I/s320/piano.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll paint my mood in shades of blue &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Paint my soul to be with you &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll sketch your lips in shaded tones &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Draw your mouth to my own &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll draw your arms around my waist &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then all doubt I shall erase &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll paint the rain that softly lands on your wind-blown hair &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll trace a hand to wipe your tears &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A look to calm your fears &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A silhouette of dark and light &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;While we hold each other oh so tight &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll paint a sun to warm your heart &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Swearing that we'll never part &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's the colour of my love &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll paint the truth &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Show how I feel &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Try to make you completely real &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll use a brush so light and fine &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;To draw you close and make you mine &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll paint a sun to warm your heart &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Swearing that we'll never ever part &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's the colour of my love &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll draw the years all passing by &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So much to learn so much to try &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And with this ring our lives will start &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Swearing that we'll never part &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I offer what you cannot buy &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Devoted love until we die&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;C&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5010945238524676664-3523837060981880436?l=mandcdorrough.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gouMVBlRwyY/SzVMTjRkqNI/AAAAAAAAALY/q6UAdDJ-T9o/S220/s%C3%ADmbolo+do+nosso+amor.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gouMVBlRwyY/SXiXPI9OGHI/AAAAAAAAAGg/WdXJs8GDR0I/s72-c/piano.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5010945238524676664.post-5126521069660168697</id><published>2009-01-17T15:30:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-17T15:33:36.246-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gouMVBlRwyY/SXJqredl-6I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/gUOflT4WI8Q/s1600-h/Carol+150.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292409807257861026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gouMVBlRwyY/SXJqredl-6I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/gUOflT4WI8Q/s320/Carol+150.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;His Angel...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5010945238524676664-5126521069660168697?l=mandcdorrough.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mandcdorrough.blogspot.com/feeds/5126521069660168697/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mandcdorrough.blogspot.com/2009/01/his-angel.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5010945238524676664/posts/default/5126521069660168697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5010945238524676664/posts/default/5126521069660168697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mandcdorrough.blogspot.com/2009/01/his-angel.html' title=''/><author><name>Carolina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00515200010111733937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gouMVBlRwyY/SzVMTjRkqNI/AAAAAAAAALY/q6UAdDJ-T9o/S220/s%C3%ADmbolo+do+nosso+amor.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gouMVBlRwyY/SXJqredl-6I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/gUOflT4WI8Q/s72-c/Carol+150.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5010945238524676664.post-3955529341718286985</id><published>2009-01-16T15:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T15:08:42.310-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gouMVBlRwyY/SXETDIZJJqI/AAAAAAAAAGI/QNyGjZ4V8UE/s1600-h/mike+and+kyle+-+first.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292031981650519714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 274px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gouMVBlRwyY/SXETDIZJJqI/AAAAAAAAAGI/QNyGjZ4V8UE/s320/mike+and+kyle+-+first.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My Angels....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love them so much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;=*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;C&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5010945238524676664-3955529341718286985?l=mandcdorrough.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mandcdorrough.blogspot.com/feeds/3955529341718286985/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mandcdorrough.blogspot.com/2009/01/my-angels.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5010945238524676664.post-8910357292406860688</id><published>2009-01-16T14:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T14:53:17.246-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I know that angels are real</title><content type='html'>Some time ago I came across a picture that just struck me in a way like never before.&lt;br /&gt;She had a smile that was as beautiful as a sunrise and the gaze that would melt the hardest of steel.&lt;br /&gt;I knew that I had to talk to this beauty.&lt;br /&gt;In the time that I have come to know and love this woman I have come to learn that angels are real and they walk among us.&lt;br /&gt;I have a testimony to the fact that she is one of Heavens angels living amongst mortals.&lt;br /&gt;I know that this love is true and everlasting.&lt;br /&gt;It will not fade away or end at the time of our passing.&lt;br /&gt;Our love is eternal and tempers as the days pass.&lt;br /&gt;I have been blessed.&lt;br /&gt;If we all humble ourselves and listen to the still small voices of our hearts we will find the angels walking among us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5010945238524676664-8910357292406860688?l=mandcdorrough.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mandcdorrough.blogspot.com/feeds/8910357292406860688/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mandcdorrough.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-know-that-angels-are-real.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5010945238524676664/posts/default/8910357292406860688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5010945238524676664/posts/default/8910357292406860688'/><link rel='alternate' 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TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gouMVBlRwyY/SXDqKw-LZXI/AAAAAAAAAGA/8Q3yfl2dnOQ/s320/MaosDadas2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And here we are... after these days, when it seems our prays wont have answer... I was found. Yes, for the first time in my whole life I was chosen. And he is so much incredible, lovely and handsome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And its amazing in so many ways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the way, Frank Sinatra&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When somebody loves you&lt;br /&gt;Its no good unless he loves you - all the way&lt;br /&gt;Happy to be near you&lt;br /&gt;When you need someone to cheer you - all the way&lt;br /&gt;Taller than the tallest tree is&lt;br /&gt;Thats how its got to feel&lt;br /&gt;Deeper than the deep blue see is&lt;br /&gt;Thats how deep it goes - if its real&lt;br /&gt;When somebody needs you&lt;br /&gt;Its no good unless he needs you - all the way&lt;br /&gt;Through the good or lean years&lt;br /&gt;And for all the in between years - come what may&lt;br /&gt;Who know where the road will lead us&lt;br /&gt;Only a fool would say&lt;br /&gt;But if youll let me love you&lt;br /&gt;Its for sure&lt;br /&gt;Im gonna love you - all the way, all the way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love u M, thanks for being part of my life, now, and for always.&lt;br /&gt;=*&lt;br /&gt;C&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5010945238524676664-4957058717345585177?l=mandcdorrough.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mandcdorrough.blogspot.com/feeds/4957058717345585177/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mandcdorrough.blogspot.com/2009/01/all-way.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5010945238524676664/posts/default/4957058717345585177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5010945238524676664/posts/default/4957058717345585177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mandcdorrough.blogspot.com/2009/01/all-way.html' title='All the way...'/><author><name>Carolina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00515200010111733937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gouMVBlRwyY/SzVMTjRkqNI/AAAAAAAAALY/q6UAdDJ-T9o/S220/s%C3%ADmbolo+do+nosso+amor.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gouMVBlRwyY/SXDqKw-LZXI/AAAAAAAAAGA/8Q3yfl2dnOQ/s72-c/MaosDadas2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
