<?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-7341976639272707806</id><updated>2012-02-16T11:52:40.057-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Melhor viver pouco e intensamente do que muito e sem sentido...</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lemoehlecke.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7341976639272707806/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lemoehlecke.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>A</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>69</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7341976639272707806.post-4652492522496539347</id><published>2010-08-22T19:31:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-08-22T19:31:42.231-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 20px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #8e7cc3;"&gt;Não dá pra entender o meu coração&lt;br /&gt;Mudou de amizade pra louca paixão&lt;br /&gt;Então foi dessa forma que eu percebi&lt;br /&gt;Não quero te assustar ou me iludir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 20px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #8e7cc3;"&gt;Não dá mais&lt;br /&gt;Não dá pra enganar ou querer fugir&lt;br /&gt;Não dá mais&lt;br /&gt;Se esse sentimento vai crescendo em mim&lt;br /&gt;Mas tenho que encarar essa decisão&lt;br /&gt;De me confessar e abrir meu coração&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 20px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #8e7cc3;"&gt;É pra você&lt;br /&gt;Que eu mando flores todas as manhãs viu&lt;br /&gt;É você&lt;br /&gt;Que faz meu coração bater a mais de mil&lt;br /&gt;Já não sei&lt;br /&gt;O que mais eu faço pra te conquistar&lt;br /&gt;Se liga vem depressa aqui é o seu lugar&lt;br /&gt;Nesse coração que só quer te amar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 20px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #8e7cc3;"&gt;Deixou digitais em mim, agora vem pedindo que esqueça.&lt;br /&gt;Deixou digitais em mim, procure alguém melhor que mereça .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 20px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #8e7cc3;"&gt;Por que você me deixa tão solto,&lt;br /&gt;vou perdendo a cabeça se estou longe de ti.&lt;br /&gt;Eu fico desenhando o passado,&lt;br /&gt;tudo esta atrasado sem você por aqui.&lt;br /&gt;Me beija sem medo de dizer,&lt;br /&gt;estou a dois passos posso tocar em ti.&lt;br /&gt;E cara a cara entender meu mundo girando só entorno de ti.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 20px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #8e7cc3;"&gt;Deixou digitais em mim, agora vem pedindo que esqueça.&lt;br /&gt;Deixou digitais em mim, procure alguém melhor que mereça .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7341976639272707806-4652492522496539347?l=lemoehlecke.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7341976639272707806.post-2730043994945319850</id><published>2010-08-15T21:22:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-08-15T21:22:15.677-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Amigos pela fé...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 20px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #8e7cc3;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Quem me dará um ombro amigo&lt;br /&gt;quando eu precisar ?&lt;br /&gt;E se eu cair, se eu vacilar,&lt;br /&gt;quem vai me levantar ?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 20px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #8e7cc3;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sou eu, quem vai ouvir você&lt;br /&gt;quando o mundo não puder te entender&lt;br /&gt;Foi Deus, quem te escolheu pra ser&lt;br /&gt;o melhor amigo que eu pudesse ter&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 20px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #8e7cc3;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Amigos, pra sempre&lt;br /&gt;Dois Amigos que nasceram pela fé&lt;br /&gt;Amigos, pra sempre&lt;br /&gt;Para sempre amigos sim, se Deus quiser&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 20px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #8e7cc3;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Quem é que vai me acolher,&lt;br /&gt;na minha indecisão&lt;br /&gt;Se eu me perder pelo caminho&lt;br /&gt;quem me dará a mão&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 20px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #8e7cc3;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Foi Deus, quem consagrou você e eu&lt;br /&gt;para sermos bons amigos, num só coração&lt;br /&gt;Por isso eu estarei aqui&lt;br /&gt;quando tudo parecer sem solução&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 20px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #8e7cc3;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Peço a Deus que te guarde&lt;br /&gt;(que te guarde, abençoe e mostre a sua face)&lt;br /&gt;E te dê a sua Paz.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 20px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #8e7cc3;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Amigos, pra sempre&lt;br /&gt;Bons Amigos que nasceram pela fé&lt;br /&gt;Amigos, pra sempre&lt;br /&gt;Para sempre amigos sim, se Deus quiser&lt;/b&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/7341976639272707806-2730043994945319850?l=lemoehlecke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://letras.terra.com.br/luan-santana/1543706/' title='Amigos pela fé...'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lemoehlecke.blogspot.com/feeds/2730043994945319850/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7341976639272707806&amp;postID=2730043994945319850' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7341976639272707806/posts/default/2730043994945319850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7341976639272707806/posts/default/2730043994945319850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lemoehlecke.blogspot.com/2010/08/amigos-pela-fe.html' title='Amigos pela fé...'/><author><name>A</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7341976639272707806.post-4344381885823857692</id><published>2010-01-31T22:55:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2010-01-31T22:55:42.096-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF99FF;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;As pessoas não se tornam especiais pela maneira de ser ou agir,mas pela profundidade em que atingem nossos sentimentos!!!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7341976639272707806-4344381885823857692?l=lemoehlecke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lemoehlecke.blogspot.com/feeds/4344381885823857692/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7341976639272707806&amp;postID=4344381885823857692' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7341976639272707806/posts/default/4344381885823857692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7341976639272707806/posts/default/4344381885823857692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lemoehlecke.blogspot.com/2010/01/as-pessoas-nao-se-tornam-especiais-pela.html' title=''/><author><name>A</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7341976639272707806.post-7689069131519888078</id><published>2009-12-30T20:27:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2009-12-30T20:28:54.502-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Não há limites para as pessoas que possuem a&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;capacidade de sonhar e a determinação de&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;transformar em realidade os seus sonhos"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&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' 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width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7341976639272707806.post-3302138460477654318</id><published>2009-12-22T11:20:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2009-12-22T11:22:49.355-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Fiquei titia!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;E o melhor foi estar conferindo tudo de perto! Tanto stress com os seguranças do hospital, um friozinho na barriga, aqueles longos minutos de espera...&lt;br /&gt;E então vem um pai babão, com um sorriso de orelha a orelha todo orgulhoso pra me mostrar as fotos(algumas tremidas pela emoção) do parto!&lt;br /&gt;Aquela princesa linda tão esperada por nós estava ali, com aquele rostinho lindo, as bochechas fofas, aquela boquinha carnuda e o furinho no queixo...&lt;br /&gt;A noite do dia 20 para 21 de dezembro foi simplesmente incrível e inesquecível!&lt;br /&gt;Sem palavras para descrever a emoção...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&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/7341976639272707806-3302138460477654318?l=lemoehlecke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lemoehlecke.blogspot.com/feeds/3302138460477654318/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7341976639272707806&amp;postID=3302138460477654318' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7341976639272707806/posts/default/3302138460477654318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7341976639272707806/posts/default/3302138460477654318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lemoehlecke.blogspot.com/2009/12/fiquei-titia.html' title='Fiquei titia!!!'/><author><name>A</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7341976639272707806.post-9171629922184142714</id><published>2009-12-06T15:20:00.007-02:00</published><updated>2009-12-06T16:16:16.513-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iByZ99h31so/Sxv0RYNR7nI/AAAAAAAAAR4/J7U5LNWYEYk/s1600-h/Foto+0160.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iByZ99h31so/Sxv0RYNR7nI/AAAAAAAAAR4/J7U5LNWYEYk/s200/Foto+0160.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412187956608888434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-weight: bold; font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;"Isso é somente um pouquinho da gratidão e carinho que sinto por ti."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';color:#CC66CC;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" color: rgb(204, 102, 204);  font-weight: bold; font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Obrigada coração, eu ameiiiiii o presente! Ele estará sempre comigo! Ti amu meu mano de coração.&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/7341976639272707806-9171629922184142714?l=lemoehlecke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lemoehlecke.blogspot.com/feeds/9171629922184142714/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7341976639272707806&amp;postID=9171629922184142714' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7341976639272707806/posts/default/9171629922184142714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7341976639272707806/posts/default/9171629922184142714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lemoehlecke.blogspot.com/2009/12/isso-e-somente-um-pouquinho-da-gratidao.html' title=''/><author><name>A</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iByZ99h31so/Sxv0RYNR7nI/AAAAAAAAAR4/J7U5LNWYEYk/s72-c/Foto+0160.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7341976639272707806.post-4040780353601394465</id><published>2009-11-29T16:47:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2009-11-29T17:00:15.273-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;"Eu não vou parar... eu vou mimar vc até quando eu puder"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;Tem pessoas que com poucas palavras fazem toda a diferença! Ti adoru muito, muito, muito mesmo meu irmão de coração.!.!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;br /&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/7341976639272707806-4040780353601394465?l=lemoehlecke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lemoehlecke.blogspot.com/feeds/4040780353601394465/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7341976639272707806&amp;postID=4040780353601394465' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7341976639272707806/posts/default/4040780353601394465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7341976639272707806/posts/default/4040780353601394465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lemoehlecke.blogspot.com/2009/11/eu-nao-vou-parar.html' title=''/><author><name>A</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7341976639272707806.post-4577802083660489719</id><published>2009-11-14T20:37:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2009-11-14T20:58:33.178-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; font-family:Tahoma;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;Obrigado e sinto o mesmo por ti,pode não parecer mas gosto tanto de ti que nem sei explicar... se cuida,agora não vou estar ai pra te cuidar,e sempre disse que tem um baita pedaço do meu coração...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;Nem preciso dizer que ao ler isso meus olhos se encheram de lágrimas num misto de alegria e tristeza, alegria por ter um amigo MARAVILHOSO como ele e tristeza pela nossa distância física... Estou sentindo muita falta do meu porto seguro, do meu conselheiro amoroso, do meu companheiro de almoço, da flor da amizade que agora é só uma recordação...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;Coração, eu ti adoru muito, obrigada por tudo! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&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/7341976639272707806-4577802083660489719?l=lemoehlecke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7341976639272707806.post-6044123681636897149</id><published>2009-11-09T00:45:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T00:45:46.631-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Tahoma; font-size: 12px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="ecxApple-style-span"  style="line-height: normal; font-family:'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="ecxApple-style-span" style="font-size: 20pt; "&gt;&lt;span class="ecxApple-style-span" style="line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;i style="font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;b style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;Amigos são irmãos que Deus escolheu para pôr em nosso caminho e podemos escolher os melhores para guardarmos em nosso coração.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7341976639272707806-6044123681636897149?l=lemoehlecke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lemoehlecke.blogspot.com/feeds/6044123681636897149/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7341976639272707806&amp;postID=6044123681636897149' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7341976639272707806/posts/default/6044123681636897149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7341976639272707806/posts/default/6044123681636897149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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italic; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;A dor da perda bate à minha porta mais uma vez...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC66CC;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Ver meus amigos indo embora me dá um imenso vazio... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC66CC;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;A saudade doerá tanto...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC66CC;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Sentirei falta das nossas conversas diárias, dos nossos risos, do companheirismo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC66CC;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Os nossos caminhos serão diferentes mas estaremos ligados pelo coração.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7341976639272707806-1188949909591490829?l=lemoehlecke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lemoehlecke.blogspot.com/feeds/1188949909591490829/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7341976639272707806.post-3886720118886221557</id><published>2009-11-01T20:50:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T20:55:53.296-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC66CC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;O que fizemos nessa vida ecoa na eternidade!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7341976639272707806-3886720118886221557?l=lemoehlecke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lemoehlecke.blogspot.com/feeds/3886720118886221557/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7341976639272707806&amp;postID=3886720118886221557' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7341976639272707806/posts/default/3886720118886221557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7341976639272707806/posts/default/3886720118886221557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lemoehlecke.blogspot.com/2009/11/o-que-fizemos-nessa-vida-ecoa-na.html' title=''/><author><name>A</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7341976639272707806.post-4308267472510441708</id><published>2009-11-01T15:24:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T15:53:55.432-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iByZ99h31so/Su3G5ybx33I/AAAAAAAAAKY/FZxe4EQ0MS8/s1600-h/amigos2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iByZ99h31so/Su3G5ybx33I/AAAAAAAAAKY/FZxe4EQ0MS8/s200/amigos2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399190224380223346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF99FF;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Amigo é aquele que te ajuda a levantar quando tu cai, que se esforça pra te fazer sorrir, que seca as tuas lágrimas e chora junto contigo, é teu porto seguro, é quem te dá tudo sem pedir nada em troca, é quem te ouve e te aconselha...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span 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No sucesso, verificamos a quantidade e, na desgraça, a qualidade!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 17px;font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&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/7341976639272707806-9192310012152283832?l=lemoehlecke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lemoehlecke.blogspot.com/feeds/9192310012152283832/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7341976639272707806&amp;postID=9192310012152283832' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7341976639272707806/posts/default/9192310012152283832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7341976639272707806/posts/default/9192310012152283832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lemoehlecke.blogspot.com/2009/10/pensamento-do-gigante.html' title='Sábias palavras do Danilo...'/><author><name>A</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7341976639272707806.post-1814963221467307762</id><published>2009-10-11T16:24:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-10-11T16:36:11.792-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Dum vita est, spes est...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iByZ99h31so/StIzh0jhQ6I/AAAAAAAAAJo/drFJytvhf8E/s1600-h/Blog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 143px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iByZ99h31so/StIzh0jhQ6I/AAAAAAAAAJo/drFJytvhf8E/s200/Blog.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391428360052229026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC66CC;"&gt;Depois de dois séculos sem escrever nada por aqui, estou de volta!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC66CC;"&gt;Dei um tempo para reorganizar a minha mente e o meu coração, afinal só postava coisas tristes e estava de saco cheio disso, agora que estou bem e as coisas mudaram resolvi dar uma passadinha por aqui pelo menos de vez enquando, já que o trabalho e a facul me tomam muitoooo tempo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC66CC;"&gt;Deixo um agradecimento especial ao &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC66CC;"&gt;Emersom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC66CC;"&gt;, que me ajudou muito quando eu estava muitooo mal, ti adoru meu maninho, obrigada por tudo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC66CC;"&gt;Voltei a ver cor no mundo, a dar mais importância para os meus amigos, aprendi que existem muitas pessoas que querem o teu mal mas que o amor e a amizade vencem tudo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/7341976639272707806-1814963221467307762?l=lemoehlecke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lemoehlecke.blogspot.com/feeds/1814963221467307762/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7341976639272707806&amp;postID=1814963221467307762' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7341976639272707806/posts/default/1814963221467307762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7341976639272707806/posts/default/1814963221467307762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lemoehlecke.blogspot.com/2009/10/dum-vita-est-spes-est.html' title='Dum vita est, spes est...'/><author><name>A</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iByZ99h31so/StIzh0jhQ6I/AAAAAAAAAJo/drFJytvhf8E/s72-c/Blog.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7341976639272707806.post-6247661823187509214</id><published>2009-05-17T20:44:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T20:59:39.284-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Preciso dizer: você faz muita falta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Não há como explicar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Foi sem você que eu pude entender&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Que não é fácil viver sem te ter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Meu coração me diz que não&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Eu não consigo viver sem você, sem você...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Acho que essa música diz tudo, não preciso de mais palavras...&lt;br /&gt;Saudades imensas do Marcos, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sexta doeu tanto, recebi uma notícia boa e queria tanto contar pra ele mas ele não estava ali... Li umas coisas que ele tinha escrito e desabei chorando, ainda não consigo assimilar isso e talvez nunca assimile... Ai que saudade, que vontade de abraçar, de brigar, de rir, de ajudar... Te amo pra sempre! Nos encontraremos um dia...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7341976639272707806-6247661823187509214?l=lemoehlecke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lemoehlecke.blogspot.com/feeds/6247661823187509214/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7341976639272707806&amp;postID=6247661823187509214' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7341976639272707806/posts/default/6247661823187509214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7341976639272707806/posts/default/6247661823187509214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lemoehlecke.blogspot.com/2009/05/preciso-dizer-voce-faz-muita-falta-nao.html' title=''/><author><name>A</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7341976639272707806.post-5582278177277245103</id><published>2009-05-03T13:35:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2010-02-02T12:57:12.091-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Vou ser titia!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iByZ99h31so/Sf3KNYD-LaI/AAAAAAAAAI4/-SaYN3HiUHw/s1600-h/bebe_dormindo4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 154px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iByZ99h31so/Sf3KNYD-LaI/AAAAAAAAAI4/-SaYN3HiUHw/s200/bebe_dormindo4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331639865022754210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;De quinta para sexta sonhei que a Pri, esposa do Danilo, estava grávida de 2 meses, seria uma menina cuja o nome era Maria alguma coisa; qual não foi minha surpresa no dia seguinte quando entrei no orkut dela e vi que realmente ela está grávida, só que ainda não sabe o tempo nem o sexo do bebê.&lt;br /&gt;Mais do que depressa corri e comprei uma roupinha, coisa mais lindinha, cor de rosa, é claro, pois além do meu sonho a minha intuição é muito forte, acho que realmente está a caminho a "Maria".&lt;br /&gt;Estou muito feliz por eles, uma criança é uma dádiva na vida da gente, traz alegria e enche nosso mundo de cor. Que a Maria renove ainda mais o amor deles e traga muitas bençãos.&lt;br /&gt;Adoru vocês meus amores, vocês me fizeram um bem imenso!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7341976639272707806-5582278177277245103?l=lemoehlecke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lemoehlecke.blogspot.com/feeds/5582278177277245103/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7341976639272707806&amp;postID=5582278177277245103' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7341976639272707806/posts/default/5582278177277245103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7341976639272707806/posts/default/5582278177277245103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lemoehlecke.blogspot.com/2009/05/vou-ser-titia.html' title='Vou ser titia!'/><author><name>A</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iByZ99h31so/Sf3KNYD-LaI/AAAAAAAAAI4/-SaYN3HiUHw/s72-c/bebe_dormindo4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7341976639272707806.post-5194843830766753582</id><published>2009-04-26T13:22:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T14:25:55.971-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obrigada Deus, por ter me dado mais essa oportunidade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Estar com o Marcos essa noite foi fantástico! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Poder abraçá-lo e conversar com ele novamente foi maravilhoso e emocionante! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Agora tenho certeza que ele está bem e isso me alivia muito. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Te amo pra sempre! Saudades eternas...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7341976639272707806-5194843830766753582?l=lemoehlecke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lemoehlecke.blogspot.com/feeds/5194843830766753582/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7341976639272707806&amp;postID=5194843830766753582' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7341976639272707806/posts/default/5194843830766753582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7341976639272707806/posts/default/5194843830766753582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lemoehlecke.blogspot.com/2009/04/obrigada-deus-por-ter-me-dado-mais-essa.html' title=''/><author><name>A</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7341976639272707806.post-3863550952311848227</id><published>2009-04-25T23:58:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T00:22:41.490-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman;font-family:georgia;" &gt;Não é porque o Marcos se foi que ele virou um santo mas agora entendo muita coisa que ele me dizia e eu não dava bola. Ele é pra mim um verdadeiro exemplo de milagre, o que ele era quando eu o conheci e o que ele era agora não têm comparação. Ele modificou a própria vida, a minha e de muitos ao seu redor; estou modificando algumas coisas na minha vida e ele é minha inspiração, também quero ser uma pessoa melhor e espero que Deus me dê a mesma força para seguir nessa nova caminhada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman;font-family:georgia;" &gt;Quero me centrar e analizar melhor as pessoas ao meu redor e não quero me decepcionar mais. Tô no picadeiro mas nem pedi pra entrar no circo, então vou para a platéia esperar o final do espetáculo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman;font-family:georgia;" &gt;A letra abaixo é uma música linda, que infelizmente ouvi a primeira vez no velório do Marcos, Deus fez um milagre nele e espero que faça em mim também...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman;font-family:georgia;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman;font-family:georgia;" &gt;Como Zaqueu eu quero subir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman;font-family:georgia;" &gt;O mais alto que eu puder&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman;font-family:georgia;" &gt;Só pra te ver, olhar para Ti;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman;font-family:georgia;" &gt;E chamar sua atenção para mim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman;font-family:georgia;" &gt;Eu preciso de Ti, Senhor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman;font-family:georgia;" &gt;Eu preciso de Ti, Oh! Pai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman;font-family:georgia;" &gt;Sou pequena demais&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman;font-family:georgia;" &gt;Me dá a Tua Paz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman;font-family:georgia;" &gt;Largo tudo pra te seguir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman;font-family:georgia;" &gt;Entra na minha casa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman;font-family:georgia;" &gt;Entra na minha vida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman;font-family:georgia;" &gt;Mexe com minha estrutura&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman;font-family:georgia;" &gt;Sara todas as feridas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman;font-family:georgia;" &gt;Me ensina a ter Santidade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman;font-family:georgia;" &gt;Quero amar somente a Ti,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman;font-family:georgia;" &gt;Porque o Senhor é o meu bem maior,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman;font-family:georgia;" &gt;Faz um Milagre em mim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7341976639272707806-3863550952311848227?l=lemoehlecke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lemoehlecke.blogspot.com/feeds/3863550952311848227/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7341976639272707806&amp;postID=3863550952311848227' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7341976639272707806/posts/default/3863550952311848227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7341976639272707806/posts/default/3863550952311848227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lemoehlecke.blogspot.com/2009/04/nao-e-porque-o-marcos-se-foi-que-ele.html' title=''/><author><name>A</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7341976639272707806.post-4885275035188383</id><published>2009-04-06T23:35:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T23:44:22.887-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;... Te adoro e sempre será a maninha do Marcos...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;... Nunca se esqueça ele te adorava e também te adoro, entendo o por quê que ele gostava tanto de ti...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Receber essas mensagens da Rê mexeu muito comigo. Ao mesmo tempo que fiquei mega feliz em saber que o Marcos me adorava tanto quanto eu a ele, também me doeu por mais uma vez ver que ele não estará mais fisicamente comigo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hoje a saudade tá grande, quase peguei meu celular pra ligar pra ele, foi quando me lembrei que ele não está mais aqui e doeu tanto...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7341976639272707806-4885275035188383?l=lemoehlecke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lemoehlecke.blogspot.com/feeds/4885275035188383/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7341976639272707806&amp;postID=4885275035188383' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7341976639272707806/posts/default/4885275035188383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7341976639272707806/posts/default/4885275035188383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lemoehlecke.blogspot.com/2009/04/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>A</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7341976639272707806.post-8769414238150217700</id><published>2009-04-04T13:06:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T13:40:35.789-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;A ficha ainda não caiu. Algo dentro de mim espera toda noite o Marcos voltar da janta. É como se ele estivesse de férias e a qualquer momento fosse voltar, aí nós nos ajudaríamos, brigaríamos, faríamos as pazes... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me sinto sem chão, desprotegida, perto dele me sentia segura, como se nada de mal pudesse me acontecer enquanto ele estava por perto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Talvez eu não encontre ninguém no mundo que me complete como ele, pois brigávamos e nos amávamos ao mesmo tempo, nos entendíamos pelo olhar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Aiii que saudade, que falta que ele me faz...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;A morte é muito injusta, tira as pessoas da tua vida sem ao menos termos oportunidade de dizer adeus, de dar um último abraço, uma última palavra... Aí fica aquele vazio no peito, a sensação de que falta um pedaço na gente e realmente falta...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7341976639272707806-8769414238150217700?l=lemoehlecke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lemoehlecke.blogspot.com/feeds/8769414238150217700/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7341976639272707806&amp;postID=8769414238150217700' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7341976639272707806/posts/default/8769414238150217700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7341976639272707806/posts/default/8769414238150217700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lemoehlecke.blogspot.com/2009/04/ficha-ainda-nao-caiu.html' title=''/><author><name>A</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7341976639272707806.post-7095869917657423829</id><published>2009-03-28T13:29:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2009-12-30T23:14:38.988-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iByZ99h31so/Sc5ngT50P3I/AAAAAAAAAIw/vEVTOIF2CaU/s1600-h/igdfhhj2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 164px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iByZ99h31so/Sc5ngT50P3I/AAAAAAAAAIw/vEVTOIF2CaU/s200/igdfhhj2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318302014767382386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estou melhor, mas longe de estar bem...&lt;br /&gt;Tem dias que fico numa boa, outros só tenho vontade de chorar...&lt;br /&gt;A saudade tá grande, ainda não consigo assimilar que ele não voltará mais...&lt;br /&gt;O vejo em outros colegas, tenho aquela sensação de que logo ele vai tá ali pra conversarmos, mas o tempo passa e ele não volta, aí dói...&lt;br /&gt;Pra mim essa tatuagem é uma forma de homenageá-lo e de tê-lo sempre por perto...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7341976639272707806-7095869917657423829?l=lemoehlecke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lemoehlecke.blogspot.com/feeds/7095869917657423829/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7341976639272707806&amp;postID=7095869917657423829' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7341976639272707806/posts/default/7095869917657423829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7341976639272707806/posts/default/7095869917657423829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lemoehlecke.blogspot.com/2009/03/estou-melhor-mas-longe-de-estar-bem.html' title=''/><author><name>A</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iByZ99h31so/Sc5ngT50P3I/AAAAAAAAAIw/vEVTOIF2CaU/s72-c/igdfhhj2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7341976639272707806.post-4977277525528030088</id><published>2009-03-28T12:52:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-03-28T13:19:47.330-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>É incrível a maldade das pessoas! Elas não conseguem ver que é possível a amizade entre homens e mulheres. Se a situação não fosse triste seria cômica. Já puvi tantas besteiras em relação ao meu "relacionamento" com o Marcos, que não sei da onde as pessoas tiram essas histórias; tá certo que sempre estávamos juntos mas também a ponto de dizer que ele era meu noivo e que estava morando comigo, aí é demais.&lt;br /&gt;Muitos abraços que ganhei com certeza foram dados pra "confortar a viúva", só que a mesma não sou eu.&lt;br /&gt;Ele era amigo, irmão, cuidava de mim, eu cuidava dele, mas não passava disso e o povo maldoso vê chifre em cabeça de cavalo. Tadinho dele, nem está mais aqui pra se defender...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7341976639272707806-4977277525528030088?l=lemoehlecke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lemoehlecke.blogspot.com/feeds/4977277525528030088/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7341976639272707806&amp;postID=4977277525528030088' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7341976639272707806/posts/default/4977277525528030088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7341976639272707806/posts/default/4977277525528030088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lemoehlecke.blogspot.com/2009/03/e-incrivel-maldade-das-pessoas-elas-nao.html' title=''/><author><name>A</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7341976639272707806.post-7569441840395547861</id><published>2009-03-22T11:06:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T11:07:58.352-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" name="caption" id="caption"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Os ventos que as vezes tiram algo que amamos, são os mesmos que trazem algo que aprendemos a amar... Por isso não devemos chorar pelo que nos foi tirado e sim, aprender a amar o que nos foi dado. Pois tudo aquilo que realmente é nosso, nunca se vai para sempre.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7341976639272707806-7569441840395547861?l=lemoehlecke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lemoehlecke.blogspot.com/feeds/7569441840395547861/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7341976639272707806&amp;postID=7569441840395547861' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7341976639272707806/posts/default/7569441840395547861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7341976639272707806/posts/default/7569441840395547861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lemoehlecke.blogspot.com/2009/03/os-ventos-que-as-vezes-tiram-algo-que.html' title=''/><author><name>A</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7341976639272707806.post-8214691553810701727</id><published>2009-03-21T21:33:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T16:20:30.492-03:00</updated><title type='text'>As almas gêmeas só entram na sua vida para revelar a você uma outra camada de você mesmo, e depois vão embora...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;A saudade dói no peito... O Marcos tá me fazendo muita falta... Perdê-lo assim tão derrepente é inexplicável, uma hora antes ele estava comigo e depois vem a trágica notícia. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;O meu amigo, meu irmão, minha alma gêmea... que saudade da voz dele, das nossas conversas, brigas, dos nossos segredos... Ele se foi e um pedaço de mim também... Eu sei que não nos conhecemos nessa vida, mas sim em outras atrás, o nosso "amor" é antigo, o carinho que sentíamos um pelo outro é enorme! Sei que ele estará sempre por perto cuidando de mim, infelizmente não fisicamente mas espiritualmente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Nunca esquecerei do penúltimo dia que o vi e que ele me disse que me adorava, nossa, agora isso dói tanto, que saudade... que dor... mas resta a felicidade de poder ter feito parte da vida dele, foi por pouco tempo, mas sem dúvida, vivido intensamente!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Vai em paz meu amor! Te amo! Cuida de nós aí de cima, tu estará sempre em meu coração!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7341976639272707806-8214691553810701727?l=lemoehlecke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lemoehlecke.blogspot.com/feeds/8214691553810701727/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7341976639272707806&amp;postID=8214691553810701727' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7341976639272707806/posts/default/8214691553810701727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7341976639272707806/posts/default/8214691553810701727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lemoehlecke.blogspot.com/2009/03/saudade-doi-no-peito.html' title='As almas gêmeas só entram na sua vida para revelar a você uma outra camada de você mesmo, e depois vão embora...'/><author><name>A</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7341976639272707806.post-6315614418503508656</id><published>2009-03-01T00:16:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T00:30:47.798-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Estou tão bem comigo mesma! Sentindo uma paz interior.. que sensação maravilhosa!!! Meu coração está tranqüilo (não sei se ainda é com trema), a cabeça em ordem, tudo em perfeita harmonia! Tenho a impressão de que a qualquer momento posso flutuar... ir ao céu em meio as estrelas... que delíciaaa!! &lt;br /&gt;Assisti o filme "Um amor para recordar", simplesmente fantástico, maravilhoso, lindissimo!! Um dos melhores que já vi,emocionante, me fez chorar muito, mas também é uma grande lição de vida, quem puder assista!&lt;br /&gt;Essa semana iniciam minhas aulas, começo a me ocupar com a Constituição, Código Civil... mas sempre arranjarei um tempinho para postar aqui, ah e histórias também, sempre se tem umas figuraças como colegas, rendem até posts.&lt;br /&gt;Um beijo grande pras minhas amigas Malvina e Marta, as MM's, hehehe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7341976639272707806-6315614418503508656?l=lemoehlecke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lemoehlecke.blogspot.com/feeds/6315614418503508656/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7341976639272707806&amp;postID=6315614418503508656' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7341976639272707806/posts/default/6315614418503508656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7341976639272707806/posts/default/6315614418503508656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lemoehlecke.blogspot.com/2009/03/estou-tao-bem-comigo-mesma-sentindo-uma.html' title=''/><author><name>A</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7341976639272707806.post-5910231437850017416</id><published>2009-02-28T13:53:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-02-28T14:15:20.310-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Sou teu ego, tua alma&lt;br /&gt;Sou teu céu, o teu inferno a tua calma&lt;br /&gt;Eu sou teu tudo, sou teu nada...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7341976639272707806-5910231437850017416?l=lemoehlecke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lemoehlecke.blogspot.com/feeds/5910231437850017416/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7341976639272707806&amp;postID=5910231437850017416' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7341976639272707806/posts/default/5910231437850017416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7341976639272707806/posts/default/5910231437850017416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lemoehlecke.blogspot.com/2009/02/sou-teu-ego-tua-alma-sou-teu-ceu-o-teu.html' title=''/><author><name>A</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7341976639272707806.post-8309059788544339101</id><published>2009-02-25T23:57:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2010-02-02T12:58:19.434-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Hoje meu dia não foi nada demais, mas à noite eu fiz um lanchinho com o Danilo, trocamos uma idéia, foi tão bom, me senti tão bem... É fantástico quando se pode falar com alguém sem reservas, ele sabe tudo de mim, não temos segredos, a conversa flui tão natural, tão sincera. ADOROOOOOO estar na companhia dele!&lt;br /&gt;Acho muito bacana quando existe amizade entre um homem e uma mulher, acho os homens como amigos tão mais sinceros, mais fieis, não existe aquela "espécie de disputa" como entre as mulheres, eles te dão bons conselhos amorosos pois sabem como "o outro lado" pensa... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7341976639272707806-8309059788544339101?l=lemoehlecke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lemoehlecke.blogspot.com/feeds/8309059788544339101/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7341976639272707806&amp;postID=8309059788544339101' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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(hahaha,parece música sertaneja), foi bem isso que aconteceu essa semana, num dia eu meio que surtei pelos problemas de convivência de sempre e no outro estava me sentindo muito triste,bem deprê,e ele querido,dispensou a namorada para conversar comigo(acho que é por essas e por outras que ela tem ciúme de mim, no lugar dela acho que também teria),nessas horas que eu vejo que atrás daquele insensível (sim, muitas vezes eu disse isso à ele, pois certos dias é o que parece)existe alguém com um coração enorme e fofo.&lt;br /&gt;Definitivamente adoro ele, não tem palavras para explicar o quanto, sei que já confundi meus sentimentos mas agora eles estão bem claros em meu coração. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"Sempre existe no mundo uma pessoa que espera a outra, seja no meio de um deserto, seja no meio das grandes cidades.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E quando estas pessoas se cruzam, e seus olhos se encontram, todo o passado e todo o futuro perde qualquer importância.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E só existe aquele momento, e aquela certeza incrível de que todas as coisas debaixo do sol foram escritas pela mesma mão.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A mão que desperta o Amor, e que fez uma alma gêmea para cada pessoa que trabalha, descansa e busca tesouros debaixo do sol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porque sem isto não haveria qualquer sentido para os sonhos da raça humana."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Trecho do livro "O Alquimista" de Paulo Coelho, "clonado" do perfil da minha nova amiga Marta).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7341976639272707806-2511582473727307196?l=lemoehlecke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lemoehlecke.blogspot.com/feeds/2511582473727307196/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"As pessoas acham que a alma gêmea é o encaixe perfeito, e é isso que todo mundo quer. Mas a verdadeira alma gêmea é um espelho, a pessoa que mostra tudo que está prendendo você, a pessoa que chama a sua atenção para você mesmo para que você possa mudar a sua vida. A verdadeira alma gêmea é provavelmente a pessoa mais importante que você vai conhecer, porque elas derrubam as suas paredes e te acordam com um tapa. Mas viver com uma alma gêmea para sempre? Não. Dói demais. As almas gêmeas só entram na sua vida para revelar a você uma outra camada de você mesmo, e depois vão embora."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sempre me questionei o por que de uma pessoa ter entrado na minha vida mas quando li o trecho acima do livro da Elizabeth Gilbert, Comer Rezar Amar, eu entendi (ou pelo menos acho) o meu questionamento. Percebi também, com algumas situações da minha vida, que a alma gêmea não necessariamente é alguém com quem você tenha que ter uma relação amorosa, mas sim alguém que de alguma forma te completa mesmo sendo apenas teu amigo, com quem você nunca se quer trocou um beijo, mas que te entende somente com o olhar. Talvez seja isso que ele seja na minha vida e eu na dele, a alma gêmea na figura da amizade e isso explica muita coisa...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7341976639272707806-5090152349388008404?l=lemoehlecke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lemoehlecke.blogspot.com/feeds/5090152349388008404/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7341976639272707806&amp;postID=5090152349388008404' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7341976639272707806/posts/default/5090152349388008404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7341976639272707806/posts/default/5090152349388008404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lemoehlecke.blogspot.com/2009/02/as-pessoas-acham-que-alma-gemea-e-o.html' title='Alma Gêmea'/><author><name>A</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7341976639272707806.post-3949362464622637713</id><published>2009-01-30T00:18:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T00:21:48.579-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O "acaso" acontece sem avisar. Sendo assim, viva cada dia intensamente, como se fosse o último. A vida é curta demais para acordar de manhã com problemas, preocupações e mágoas desnecessárias. Então seja gentil com as pessoas que te tratam bem, perdoe as que não o fazem, e acredite que tudo acontece por algum motivo. Se aparecer alguma oportunidade na sua frente, aproveite-a. Se ela mudar sua vida, aceite. Ninguém nunca disse que a vida seria fácil. Somente que ela valeria à pena!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7341976639272707806-3949362464622637713?l=lemoehlecke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lemoehlecke.blogspot.com/feeds/3949362464622637713/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7341976639272707806&amp;postID=3949362464622637713' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7341976639272707806/posts/default/3949362464622637713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7341976639272707806/posts/default/3949362464622637713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lemoehlecke.blogspot.com/2009/01/o-acaso-acontece-sem-avisar.html' title=''/><author><name>A</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7341976639272707806.post-8720810509463862751</id><published>2009-01-19T19:22:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T19:33:47.040-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje as lágrimas são de alegria e emoção. Noite passada, enquanto dormia, sai do corpo e encontrei com meu tio, pude me despedir dele, eu sei que não foi só um sonho, foi real mesmo, ele tava ali e pude dizer que o amava e abraçá-lo. Não tenho palavras para descrever, simplesmente emocionante, quisera todos terem a mesma oportunidade que eu. Agradeço a Deus por esta oportunidade, só quem sabe que a vida não acaba com a morte é que pode entender o que sinto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7341976639272707806-8720810509463862751?l=lemoehlecke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lemoehlecke.blogspot.com/feeds/8720810509463862751/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7341976639272707806&amp;postID=8720810509463862751' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7341976639272707806/posts/default/8720810509463862751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7341976639272707806/posts/default/8720810509463862751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lemoehlecke.blogspot.com/2009/01/hoje-as-lgrimas-so-de-alegria-e-emoo.html' title=''/><author><name>A</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7341976639272707806.post-8558367873916561925</id><published>2009-01-08T22:49:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T23:00:54.112-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000000;"&gt;Talvez um dia eu possa entender o por quê de que as pessoas que amo são retiradas da minha vida... Apesar de não conseguir assimilar ao certo, não consigo imaginar essa nova situação, tenho esperança de que seja tudo um sonho e que de uma hora pra outra eu acorde e tenha meu tio ao meu lado novamente, com aquele jeito moleque e muitas vezes sem juízo, mas que me ensinou muita coisa e que por muitas vezes me fez ver a vida de uma forma diferente. Por mais que eu chore e que doa, não consigo ver o futuro sem ele, sempre querendo dar uma banda e fazendo comidas deliciosas pra me agradar. Ser a primeira a saber da sua partida não foi fácil, tive que me manter forte enquanto parte do meu mundo desabava, só peço a Deus que nos dê força pra continuar e que nos ilumine muito. Mais alguém especial que se foi e eu não tive a oportunidade de dizer que o amava, mas sei que no fundo ele sabia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7341976639272707806-8558367873916561925?l=lemoehlecke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lemoehlecke.blogspot.com/feeds/8558367873916561925/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7341976639272707806&amp;postID=8558367873916561925' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7341976639272707806/posts/default/8558367873916561925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7341976639272707806/posts/default/8558367873916561925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lemoehlecke.blogspot.com/2009/01/talvez-um-dia-eu-possa-entender-o-por.html' title=''/><author><name>A</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7341976639272707806.post-1192060907552108901</id><published>2008-12-27T12:24:00.004-02:00</published><updated>2008-12-27T12:54:20.470-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mulher ciumenta demais é f... ainda mais quando não trabalha... Não dá pra agüentar, elas não têem com o que se ocupar e ficam procurando chifre em cabeça de cavalo, distorcem as coisas e ainda se fazem de vítimas, já diz o ditado "quem procura acha", só que nem sempre o que elas acham é verdadeiro. Sinceramente não sei como os homens aturam isso, pô ter um ciuminho é natural do ser humano, mas o cara não poder ter amigas, ela vasculhar o celular dele todo dia aí já é demais!! Eu não sou assim e não consigo entender como elas conseguem, primeiro, elas têem que confiar no parceiro, pois sem confiança não há uma relação (no meu ponto de vista), segundo, confiem no "seu taco", se você ser tudo que ele "quer e precisa" não vai procurar na rua, mas eu se tivesse um homem assim, com certeza não duraria a relação sem contar que provavelmente eu procuraria na rua. Vocês formam um casal mas independentemente disso são duas pessoas, tem sentimentos e gostos diferentes, tem que ser respeitada a privacidade. Então mulheres, deixem os seus amados viverem, terem amigas, sair com os amigos e não deêm ataques de ciúmes.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7341976639272707806-1192060907552108901?l=lemoehlecke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lemoehlecke.blogspot.com/feeds/1192060907552108901/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7341976639272707806&amp;postID=1192060907552108901' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7341976639272707806/posts/default/1192060907552108901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7341976639272707806/posts/default/1192060907552108901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lemoehlecke.blogspot.com/2008/12/mulher-ciumenta-demais-f.html' title=''/><author><name>A</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7341976639272707806.post-8282139233350339074</id><published>2008-12-16T00:03:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T00:22:59.784-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Um dia a maioria de nós irá se separar. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sentiremos.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sentiremos saudades de todas as conversas jogadas fora, as descobertas que fizemos, dos sonhos que tivemos, dos tantos risos e momentos que compartilhamos.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Saudades até dos momentos de lágrima, da angústia, das vésperas de finais de semana, de finais de ano, enfim... do companheirismo vivido.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Aí os dias vão passar, meses...anos... até este contato tornar-se cada vez mais raro.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Vamos nos perder no tempo....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Um dia nossos filhos verão aquelas fotografias e perguntarão? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;-Quem são aquelas pessoas? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Diremos que eram nossos amigos e isso vai doer tanto!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Foram meus amigos, foi com eles que vivi os melhores anos de minha vida! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;A saudade vai apertar bem dentro do peito.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Eu poderia suportar, embora não sem dor, que tivessem morrido todos os meus amores, mas enlouqueceria se morressem todos os meus amigos!”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7341976639272707806-8282139233350339074?l=lemoehlecke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lemoehlecke.blogspot.com/feeds/8282139233350339074/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7341976639272707806&amp;postID=8282139233350339074' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7341976639272707806/posts/default/8282139233350339074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7341976639272707806/posts/default/8282139233350339074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lemoehlecke.blogspot.com/2008/12/um-dia-maioria-de-ns-ir-se-separar.html' title=''/><author><name>A</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7341976639272707806.post-2839304247478675845</id><published>2008-12-15T23:37:00.008-02:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T23:59:53.942-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Cantei e ri como uma criança!</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Recordei histórias do tempo da escola, coisas muito engraçadas que nem lembrava que tinha feito... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O grande prazer da vida está nas coisas simples, um bom sorvete com muitaaaaa cobertura, estar com os amigos, rir, cantar, sentir-se viva, planejar... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;O tempo passa e nossos objetivos também, antigamente achava que sempre o cara que eu me apaixona era o certo, nossaaaa, quantos princípes já passaram pela minha vida.... mas poucos deixaram boas marcas no coração.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tantas coisas e pessoas que deixam saudades... que serão eternos na minha memória e principalmente em meu coração. Todos que passaram pela minha vida são especiais, pois querendo ou não, ajudaram a construir a minha história, muitos se foram mas outros ficaram e ficarão até o fim.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7341976639272707806-2839304247478675845?l=lemoehlecke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='text/html' href='http://lemoehlecke.blogspot.com/2008/07/blog-post.html' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lemoehlecke.blogspot.com/feeds/2839304247478675845/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7341976639272707806&amp;postID=2839304247478675845' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;You used to call me your angel&lt;br /&gt;Said I was sent straight down from heaven&lt;br /&gt;You'd hold me close in your arms&lt;br /&gt;I loved the way you felt so strong&lt;br /&gt;I never wanted you to leave&lt;br /&gt;I wanted you to stay here holding me&lt;br /&gt;I miss you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I miss your smile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I still shed a tear&lt;br /&gt;Every once in a while&lt;br /&gt;And even though it's different now&lt;br /&gt;You're still here somehow&lt;br /&gt;My heart won't let you go&lt;br /&gt;And I need you to know&lt;br /&gt;I miss you, I miss you&lt;br /&gt;You used to call me your dreamer&lt;br /&gt;And now I'm living out my dream&lt;br /&gt;Oh how I wish you could see&lt;br /&gt;Everything that's happening for me&lt;br /&gt;I'm thinking back on the past&lt;br /&gt;It's true that time is flying by too fast...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7341976639272707806-46953371041937951?l=lemoehlecke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lemoehlecke.blogspot.com/feeds/46953371041937951/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7341976639272707806&amp;postID=46953371041937951' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7341976639272707806/posts/default/46953371041937951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7341976639272707806/posts/default/46953371041937951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lemoehlecke.blogspot.com/2008/12/you-used-to-call-me-your-angel-said-i.html' title=''/><author><name>A</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7341976639272707806.post-8956391632266201865</id><published>2008-12-06T23:47:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2008-12-06T23:55:11.244-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;"Tu vai estar sempre perto de mim emocionalmente, independente da distância física. Ti amu."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Nada como o carinho dos amigos, meus portos seguros. Receber isso da K foi maravilhoso, é muito bom olhar pra trás e ver tantos anos de amizade!! Bom também é ter os amigos por perto, como a Deisinha e o Rodrigo que tão aqui comigo, comemos pizza, rimos muito e comprovamos que por mais longe que estejamos o coração está sempre perto, amigo é amigo, não a importa a distância e nem o tempo, nada muda, a amizade permanece intocável!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Amo meus amigos, são a família que escolhi pra mim, a todos eles um grande beijo, obrigada por fazerem parte da minha vida e serem tão especiais.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7341976639272707806-8956391632266201865?l=lemoehlecke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lemoehlecke.blogspot.com/feeds/8956391632266201865/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7341976639272707806&amp;postID=8956391632266201865' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7341976639272707806/posts/default/8956391632266201865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7341976639272707806/posts/default/8956391632266201865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lemoehlecke.blogspot.com/2008/12/tu-vai-estar-sempre-perto-de-mim.html' title=''/><author><name>A</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7341976639272707806.post-3077384281607069426</id><published>2008-11-28T00:04:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2008-11-28T00:34:41.612-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Definitivamente as coisas sempre acontecem no momento certo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Foi tudo tão inesperado que não parece real. Na verdade fiquei sem reação, não sabia se cumprimentava ou se ignorava... Encontrar a Verga foi muito bom, tinha muitas saudades dela, mais uma vez tinhamos ficado sem se falar por bobagem, mas acredito que tenhamos amadurecido muito agora. Não tive a oportunidade de dizer o quanto senti a falta dela e o quanto a amo, mas ainda os farei.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7341976639272707806-3077384281607069426?l=lemoehlecke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lemoehlecke.blogspot.com/feeds/3077384281607069426/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7341976639272707806&amp;postID=3077384281607069426' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7341976639272707806/posts/default/3077384281607069426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7341976639272707806/posts/default/3077384281607069426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lemoehlecke.blogspot.com/2008/11/definitivamente-as-coisas-sempre.html' title=''/><author><name>A</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7341976639272707806.post-8814331501571076595</id><published>2008-11-22T17:30:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2008-11-22T17:44:18.731-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Estava no corredor da minha sala, o vento fez com que uma porta batesse fortemente, minhas pernas amoleceram, eu me sentia estranha, mas era bom. Quem sabe era um anjo que me abraçava (escrevendo isso lembrei do tio Marco).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Ver a minha nota e saber que eu tinha passado foi a melhor sensação que tive nos últimos meses, não sei explicar o por quê, mas uma alegria me invadiu e eu ria sozinha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Revolucionei minha vida, mudei o rumos das coisas, troquei meu curso e assim alterei meu futuro. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Peguei carona de um estranho, conversei com colegas que nem sei o nome, plantei uma semente de amizade, me sinto livre, como se um peso saísse dos meus ombros, sinto-me renovada, que coisas boas estão por vir.            ( Sei que a Luiza e o tio Marco estão comigo, sinto a presença deles.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7341976639272707806-8814331501571076595?l=lemoehlecke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lemoehlecke.blogspot.com/feeds/8814331501571076595/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7341976639272707806&amp;postID=8814331501571076595' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7341976639272707806/posts/default/8814331501571076595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7341976639272707806/posts/default/8814331501571076595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lemoehlecke.blogspot.com/2008/11/estava-no-corredor-da-minha-sala-o.html' title=''/><author><name>A</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7341976639272707806.post-6836943610973156770</id><published>2008-11-12T23:43:00.008-02:00</published><updated>2010-02-02T13:01:25.038-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Semaninha tumultuada essa... já começou complicada, espero que termine melhor...&lt;br /&gt;Tô passando aqui pra dar uma atualizada, um sinal de vida... hehehehe...&lt;br /&gt;Ontem eu achei que tivesse morrido e ido pro céu, tinham 11 homens fardados pra me proteger, uiiii que delíciaaaaa!!! Apesar de muito tumulto, no fim revi velhos amigos, me diverti, cada figura que me aparece.&lt;br /&gt;Hoje aproveitei e dei uma de cupido, como sempre arranjo pros outros, menos pra mim, hehehe, mas um dia a minha sorte muda...&lt;br /&gt;Bom, vou nessa.&lt;br /&gt;Bjos em especial pro &lt;strong&gt;Fábio&lt;/strong&gt; (foi bom te ver lá no prédio de novo), pro &lt;strong&gt;Danilo &lt;/strong&gt;(meu pequeno grande amigo), pro &lt;strong&gt;Marcos&lt;/strong&gt; (o manquinho que eu amo) , pro &lt;strong&gt;Sampaio&lt;/strong&gt; (o negão safado), pro &lt;strong&gt;Marcelão&lt;/strong&gt; (sempre parceiro), pro &lt;strong&gt;Vítor&lt;/strong&gt; (sempre na boa), pra &lt;strong&gt;Dori&lt;/strong&gt; (adorei te conhecer), pra &lt;strong&gt;Vê &lt;/strong&gt;(vai dar tudo certo, tô do teu lado pra qualquer coisa), pra &lt;strong&gt;Gabi&lt;/strong&gt; (a prima de coração), pra &lt;strong&gt;Malvina Kruela&lt;/strong&gt; (tô com saudade), pra &lt;strong&gt;Tanise&lt;/strong&gt; (a preta mais feliz do mundo e a mais fashion também) e à todos os meus amigos.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7341976639272707806-6836943610973156770?l=lemoehlecke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lemoehlecke.blogspot.com/feeds/6836943610973156770/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7341976639272707806&amp;postID=6836943610973156770' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7341976639272707806/posts/default/6836943610973156770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7341976639272707806/posts/default/6836943610973156770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lemoehlecke.blogspot.com/2008/11/semaninha-tumultuada-essa.html' title=''/><author><name>A</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7341976639272707806.post-3305954076329837864</id><published>2008-11-04T23:34:00.008-02:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T23:56:58.017-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iByZ99h31so/SRD84trcC8I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/haXmUza2S3w/s1600-h/2_194_28277_bebes23333.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264986015660772290" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iByZ99h31so/SRD84trcC8I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/haXmUza2S3w/s200/2_194_28277_bebes23333.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Hoje estou podreeee de cansada, meus pés tão doendo muito, trabalhei demais... Mas pelo menos me diverti um pouco.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Também estou muitoooo contente, afinal recebi duas notícias da vinda da cegonha: a Taís e a Daia tão grávidas. Sinto-me feliz, emocionada, realizada, uma sensação diferente, grandes amigas serão mães, e eu serei um pouquinho mãe de cada bebê também. Estou anciosa para ajudar no enxoval, acompanhar nas ecografias, sentir o bebê mexer... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Bom, vou nessa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Beijos em especial ás minhas futuras mamães, ao Danilo e o Silva que me fizeram rir bastante hoje, a Pri e a Nadi que me ajudaram pra caramba, pra Tanise, pra Vê e pra todos os meus queridos amigos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7341976639272707806-3305954076329837864?l=lemoehlecke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lemoehlecke.blogspot.com/feeds/3305954076329837864/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7341976639272707806&amp;postID=3305954076329837864' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7341976639272707806/posts/default/3305954076329837864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7341976639272707806/posts/default/3305954076329837864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lemoehlecke.blogspot.com/2008/11/hoje-estou-podreeee-de-cansada-meus-ps.html' title=''/><author><name>A</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iByZ99h31so/SRD84trcC8I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/haXmUza2S3w/s72-c/2_194_28277_bebes23333.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7341976639272707806.post-4213375681768245639</id><published>2008-11-01T21:16:00.008-02:00</published><updated>2008-12-27T12:45:20.019-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iByZ99h31so/SQz55ScKVVI/AAAAAAAAAGA/NqcXEeT-oak/s1600-h/4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263856827087082834" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 142px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iByZ99h31so/SQz55ScKVVI/AAAAAAAAAGA/NqcXEeT-oak/s200/4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Finalmente eu sou eu de novo!! Parece loucura, mas eu não estava me reconhecendo, era como se tivesse uma grande nuvem negra pairando sobre a minha cabeça, me deixando triste, desiludida, sem vontade de ir em frente, mas graças a Deus tudo passou, estou como antes e de novo na ativa.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Readquiri a vontade de viver, estou curtindo meus amigos, recebendo muito carinho deles, afinal eu tenho amigos fantásticos!!! Dedico em especial esse post, ao Traquinas que vai me deixar grandes saudades, agora que ele vai mudar de turno, não terei mais com quem falar tanta bobagem depois do almoço, desabafar, rir.... mas a amizade continua, afinal "Amigos não se separam, apenas seguem caminho diferentes." E também, ao Danilo, meu pequeno grande amigo, aquele que apesar de estar na minha vida a pouco tempo é essencial, ele é aquele que sabe tudo de mim, que sempre tá pronto pra ajudar, que me faz sorrir quando eu mais preciso, que ouve meus desabafos, que sabe dos meus deslizes, que fica bravinho quando eu o chamo de baixinho, mas ele é o baixinho do meu coração, e eu sou a gigante (como ele diz), tenho por ele um carinho enorme e inexplicável.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;À todos os meus amigos, um muito obrigada, pois mesmo sem querer, me ajudaram muito quando eu mais precisei, todos moram no meu coração e podem contar comigo sempre.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Beijos em especial pro Traquinas, pro Danilo, pra Pri, pra Tanise, pro Marcelo e pra Vê, mais uma vez obrigada por tudo meus amores.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7341976639272707806-4213375681768245639?l=lemoehlecke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lemoehlecke.blogspot.com/feeds/4213375681768245639/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7341976639272707806&amp;postID=4213375681768245639' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7341976639272707806/posts/default/4213375681768245639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7341976639272707806/posts/default/4213375681768245639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lemoehlecke.blogspot.com/2008/11/finalmente-eu-sou-eu-de-novo-parece.html' title=''/><author><name>A</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iByZ99h31so/SQz55ScKVVI/AAAAAAAAAGA/NqcXEeT-oak/s72-c/4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7341976639272707806.post-3225365301445056041</id><published>2008-10-27T23:38:00.004-02:00</published><updated>2008-12-27T12:46:45.664-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nada tem sido fácil ultimamente, definitivamente a vida só anda pra trás, eu sei que não é me lamentando que vai mudar, mas aqui é meu refúgio, minha válvula de escape... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Muitas vezes me dá vontade de morrer, que bom que não tenho coragem pra tanto... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Só quero ser feliz e não peço muito pra isso, mas parece que quanto eu mais peço menos acontece, acho que esqueceram de olhar por mim, minha mãe me diz que o que é meu tá guardado, na verdade acho que tá escondido e muito bem, afinal nunca encontro. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Espero de coração que essa fase passe logo, eu mesma não estou me reconhecendo, ando muito chateada, triste, carente... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Mas Deus sabe o que faz, hoje quando eu mais precisei Ele me enviou quatro anjos, que sem querer, fizeram muita diferença. Aos meus anjinhos,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Fábio, Traquinas,Danilo e Marcelo&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;o meu muito obrigada por fazerem parte da minha vida, todos são essenciais pra mim, guardo-os em um lugar muito especial em meu coração.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"Amigos são anjos que nos dão asas quando não podemos voar sozinhos."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7341976639272707806.post-1389999226131704997</id><published>2008-10-26T23:49:00.005-02:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T23:59:20.159-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I wanted you to know that I love the way you laugh...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sweet words that I want to give you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And I cant sleep, I need to tell you... goodnight&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When we're together I feel perfect....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7341976639272707806-1389999226131704997?l=lemoehlecke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lemoehlecke.blogspot.com/feeds/1389999226131704997/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7341976639272707806&amp;postID=1389999226131704997' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7341976639272707806/posts/default/1389999226131704997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7341976639272707806/posts/default/1389999226131704997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lemoehlecke.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-wanted-you-to-know-that-i-love-way.html' title=''/><author><name>A</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7341976639272707806.post-8341399184173197186</id><published>2008-10-25T23:24:00.010-02:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T00:08:31.875-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Como é bom quando você tá por perto... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Quando me abraça, me beija no rosto, me faz um carinho... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Fico pensando em ti, nos momentos que juntos estamos, no teu olhar, no teu sorriso... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Queria ter coragem pra te dizer o quanto eu gosto de ti e te quero por perto, te encher de beijos e carinhos...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Por você vivo nas nuvens, nuvens feitas de algodão, por você cruzei o mundo eu fiz de tudo pra chamar sua atenç&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;ã&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;o, sem amor não vale a pena, é só seu meu coração, tá escrito nas estrelas o destino meu pousou nas tuas mãos."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New 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Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7341976639272707806/posts/default/8341399184173197186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7341976639272707806/posts/default/8341399184173197186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lemoehlecke.blogspot.com/2008/10/como-bom-quando-voc-t-por-perto.html' title=''/><author><name>A</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7341976639272707806.post-7163447591656221841</id><published>2008-10-23T00:06:00.004-02:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T00:29:01.350-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Bom, a minha cabeça anda muitoooo confusa, não sei mais o que pensar, como agir, o que acontecerá...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Tento deixar de lado a minha ansiedade, me controlar, não pensar nele, no futuro, no que há por vir, mas quando ele vem, me trata com carinho, me olha de uma forma que nem sei explicar, parece que o mundo pára e só existe nós dois, mas como tudo que é bom acaba logo e felicidade de pobre dura pouco, sempre acontece algo que me traz á realidade... Um dia sei que vou rir de toda essa situação, mas hoje não é nada engraçado. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Minha sorte é ter amigas maravilhosas ao meu lado!!! Em especial a Vê e a Tanise, nossa elas me aturam muitoooo, e claro me ajudam muitooooo mesmo também!!! Gurias, não sei o que seria de mim sem vocês por perto, acho que já tinha enlouquecido há muito tempo,bah brigadão mesmo por toda a força, por me aturarem, me ajudarem e por serem essas pessoas mais do que especiais na minha vida, adoro-as muitão e de coração, contem comigo sempre!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Bjos em especial pra essas duas, pra Malvina Kruela que agora tá aventureira, pra Nadi que tá de repouso, pra minha mãe que é tudo na minha vida, pro Andrews que eu amooo muitooooo, pra vó que tá de aniver hoje e pra todos os meus queridos amigos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7341976639272707806-7163447591656221841?l=lemoehlecke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lemoehlecke.blogspot.com/feeds/7163447591656221841/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7341976639272707806&amp;postID=7163447591656221841' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7341976639272707806/posts/default/7163447591656221841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7341976639272707806/posts/default/7163447591656221841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lemoehlecke.blogspot.com/2008/10/bom-minha-cabea-anda-muitoooo-confusa.html' title=''/><author><name>A</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7341976639272707806.post-1636655604239940165</id><published>2008-10-18T23:36:00.009-03:00</published><updated>2008-10-19T13:04:14.447-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;ALGUNS MOTIVOS PELOS QUAIS OS HOMENS GOSTAM TANTO DE MULHERES: Por Arnaldo Jabor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1- O cheirinho delas é sempre gostoso, mesmo que seja só xampu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2- O jeitinho que elas têm de sempre encontrar o lugarzinho certo em nosso ombro, nosso peito.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3- A facilidade com a qual cabem em nossos braços.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4- O jeito que tem de nos beijar e, de repente, fazer o mundo ficar perfeito.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5- Como são encantadoras quando comem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6- Elas levam horas para se vestir, mas no final vale a pena.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7- Porque estão sempre quentinhas, mesmo que esteja fazendo trinta graus abaixo de zero lá fora.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8- Como sempre ficam bonitas, mesmo de jeans com camiseta e rabo-de-cavalo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9- Aquele jeitinho sutil de pedir um elogio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10- O modo que tem de sempre encontrar a nossa mão.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11- O brilho nos olhos quando sorriem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12- O jeito que tem de dizer 'Não vamos brigar mais, não..'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13- A ternura com que nos beijam quando lhes fazemos uma delicadeza.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14- O modo de nos beijarem quando dizemos 'eu te amo'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15- Pensando bem, só o modo de nos beijarem já basta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16- O modo que têm de se atirar em nossos braços quando choram.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17- O fato de nos darem um tapa achando que vai doer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18- O jeitinho de dizerem 'estou com saudades'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19- As saudades que sentimos delas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20- A maneira que suas lágrimas tem de nos fazer querer mudar o mundo para que mais nada lhes cause dor.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&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/7341976639272707806-1636655604239940165?l=lemoehlecke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lemoehlecke.blogspot.com/feeds/1636655604239940165/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7341976639272707806&amp;postID=1636655604239940165' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7341976639272707806/posts/default/1636655604239940165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7341976639272707806/posts/default/1636655604239940165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lemoehlecke.blogspot.com/2008/10/alguns-motivos-pelos-quais-os-homens.html' title=''/><author><name>A</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7341976639272707806.post-3947928078466569595</id><published>2008-10-18T22:02:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2008-10-18T22:15:42.597-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iByZ99h31so/SPqJnrK99YI/AAAAAAAAAFo/3aJGc1aaxnk/s1600-h/adoro.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258666829605107074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iByZ99h31so/SPqJnrK99YI/AAAAAAAAAFo/3aJGc1aaxnk/s400/adoro.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iByZ99h31so/SPqHpP3Q9YI/AAAAAAAAAFg/VpTT9GND5Fo/s1600-h/adoro.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7341976639272707806-3947928078466569595?l=lemoehlecke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lemoehlecke.blogspot.com/feeds/3947928078466569595/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7341976639272707806&amp;postID=3947928078466569595' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7341976639272707806/posts/default/3947928078466569595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7341976639272707806/posts/default/3947928078466569595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lemoehlecke.blogspot.com/2008/10/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>A</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iByZ99h31so/SPqJnrK99YI/AAAAAAAAAFo/3aJGc1aaxnk/s72-c/adoro.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7341976639272707806.post-24041180286762655</id><published>2008-10-18T16:15:00.010-03:00</published><updated>2008-10-19T13:22:57.706-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000000;"&gt;Semana muito pesada essa...&lt;br /&gt;Vários acontecimentos ruins, várias lágrimas de todos...&lt;br /&gt;A morte do Lully nos pegou de surpresa, ninguém consegue acreditar ainda. Com ela vieram várias perguntas e frustrações, infelizmente ninguém conseguiu ajudá-lo... Espero que ele esteja em um lugar muito melhor que esse aqui, que aceite a ajuda que lhe for oferecida e que não sofra de ver o sofrimento dos que aqui ficaram, peço a Deus que o ilumine e perdoe, pois Ele é o único que tem o dom de dar e tirar vidas.&lt;br /&gt;As lembranças são muitas, tantas coisas chatas que fizemos mas que transformavámos em divertidas, tantos eventos, montagem de cestas básicas e tantas outras coisas... Convivi com ele por quase dois anos, o tempo foi curto, mas ele era uma pessoa muito alegre, que realmente tá fazendo falta, desculpa Lully, não poder t ajudar, talvez se tu tivesse falado com a gente nada disso teria acontecido, mas respeito a tua vontade, sinto muito porque agora tu tá vendo que não adiantou nada, teu corpo morreu, mas teu espírito permanece vivo, espero que tu não sofra ainda mais, mas agora tu pode ver o quanto era querido aqui. Vai em paz, até um dia...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7341976639272707806-24041180286762655?l=lemoehlecke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lemoehlecke.blogspot.com/feeds/24041180286762655/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7341976639272707806&amp;postID=24041180286762655' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7341976639272707806/posts/default/24041180286762655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7341976639272707806/posts/default/24041180286762655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lemoehlecke.blogspot.com/2008/10/semana-muito-pesada-essa.html' title=''/><author><name>A</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7341976639272707806.post-3906617564012805070</id><published>2008-10-18T15:49:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2008-10-18T16:12:54.784-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iByZ99h31so/SPo071DMq_I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/s83xh-Q23JY/s1600-h/amor235.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258573717365894130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iByZ99h31so/SPo071DMq_I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/s83xh-Q23JY/s400/amor235.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7341976639272707806-3906617564012805070?l=lemoehlecke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lemoehlecke.blogspot.com/feeds/3906617564012805070/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7341976639272707806&amp;postID=3906617564012805070' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7341976639272707806/posts/default/3906617564012805070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7341976639272707806/posts/default/3906617564012805070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lemoehlecke.blogspot.com/2008/10/eu-tento-te-esquecer-mas-tudo-que-eu.html' title=''/><author><name>A</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iByZ99h31so/SPo071DMq_I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/s83xh-Q23JY/s72-c/amor235.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7341976639272707806.post-6164504058460613958</id><published>2008-10-11T21:17:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T00:03:30.072-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iByZ99h31so/SPFoYmhUeAI/AAAAAAAAAEo/thyYLijmtNU/s1600-h/pseuteamo2%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256097011984529410" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iByZ99h31so/SPFoYmhUeAI/AAAAAAAAAEo/thyYLijmtNU/s200/pseuteamo2%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;P.S. Eu te amo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Além de emocionante me fez pensar muito...&lt;br /&gt;Quem dera ter alguém que me ame tanto que até após a morte do corpo me demonstre isso, que o espírito esteja sempre presente me guiando... Que a força desse amor me faça fazer coisas que eu nunca faria, que eu me sinta acompanhada mesmo sozinha...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;No fundo dói por eu não ter encontrado um amor... quem sabe ainda dá tempo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7341976639272707806-6164504058460613958?l=lemoehlecke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lemoehlecke.blogspot.com/feeds/6164504058460613958/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7341976639272707806&amp;postID=6164504058460613958' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;"Por você&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Vivo nas nuvens&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Nuvens feitas de algodão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Por você&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Cruzei o mundo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Fiz de tudo pra chamar sua atenção&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Sem amor não vale a pena&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;É só seu meu coração&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Tá escrito nas estrelas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;O destino me posou em suas mãos..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7341976639272707806-8310498540383634140?l=lemoehlecke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lemoehlecke.blogspot.com/feeds/8310498540383634140/comments/default' title='Postar 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7341976639272707806.post-6487175575170668990</id><published>2008-09-27T11:10:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2008-09-27T11:19:06.943-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Não foi apenas um sonho. No fundo eu sei que foi real. Aquela emoção que me acometeu é um tanto inexplicável! Posso até não saber quem era aquele que estava comigo, mas pela primeira vez senti o que é amar e ser amada. Aquele beijo encheu meu peito de alegria, emoção, uma sensação tão agradável que certamente eu ainda não havia sentido. Quando me recordo, brota em meu peito saudade e enorme vontade de em breve, tornar-se realidade.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7341976639272707806-6487175575170668990?l=lemoehlecke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lemoehlecke.blogspot.com/feeds/6487175575170668990/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7341976639272707806&amp;postID=6487175575170668990' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7341976639272707806/posts/default/6487175575170668990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7341976639272707806/posts/default/6487175575170668990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lemoehlecke.blogspot.com/2008/09/no-foi-apenas-um-sonho.html' title=''/><author><name>A</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7341976639272707806.post-7817390836391360067</id><published>2008-09-21T22:56:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T23:07:42.030-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iByZ99h31so/SNb9TroGonI/AAAAAAAAAEg/hZQknecXCIE/s1600-h/DSC07609.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248660930317165170" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iByZ99h31so/SNb9TroGonI/AAAAAAAAAEg/hZQknecXCIE/s200/DSC07609.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;"O valor das coisas não está no tempo em que elas duram, mas na intensidade com que acontecem. Por isso existem momentos inesquecíveis, coisas inexplicáveis e pessoas incomparáveis."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Encontro da família muito bom, muita comilança, muitas fotos, mas principalmente muitas risadas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Boa semana a todos!! Bjos em especial pra Malvina Kruela na sua casa nova.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7341976639272707806-7817390836391360067?l=lemoehlecke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lemoehlecke.blogspot.com/feeds/7817390836391360067/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7341976639272707806&amp;postID=7817390836391360067' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7341976639272707806/posts/default/7817390836391360067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7341976639272707806/posts/default/7817390836391360067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lemoehlecke.blogspot.com/2008/09/o-valor-das-coisas-no-est-no-tempo-em.html' title=''/><author><name>A</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iByZ99h31so/SNb9TroGonI/AAAAAAAAAEg/hZQknecXCIE/s72-c/DSC07609.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7341976639272707806.post-2089339298077071420</id><published>2008-09-19T23:39:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2008-09-20T15:46:21.409-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iByZ99h31so/SNVEZpPWDzI/AAAAAAAAAEY/C5FokCPdDIM/s1600-h/bocas.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248176148127813426" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 122px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 91px" height="133" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iByZ99h31so/SNVEZpPWDzI/AAAAAAAAAEY/C5FokCPdDIM/s200/bocas.bmp" width="174" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Quero olhar teus olhos, ver teu rosto, sempre que estiver afim...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quero beijar a tua boca mesmo que o céu desabe inteiro sobre mim..."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7341976639272707806-2089339298077071420?l=lemoehlecke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lemoehlecke.blogspot.com/feeds/2089339298077071420/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7341976639272707806&amp;postID=2089339298077071420' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7341976639272707806/posts/default/2089339298077071420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7341976639272707806/posts/default/2089339298077071420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lemoehlecke.blogspot.com/2008/09/quero-olhar-teus-olhos-ver-teu-rosto.html' title=''/><author><name>A</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iByZ99h31so/SNVEZpPWDzI/AAAAAAAAAEY/C5FokCPdDIM/s72-c/bocas.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7341976639272707806.post-819566674539713272</id><published>2008-09-17T09:28:00.020-03:00</published><updated>2008-09-20T15:38:59.136-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248173298306661618" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 125px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 149px" height="176" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iByZ99h31so/SNVBzw1CPPI/AAAAAAAAAEI/p2qHqfd8usQ/s200/amor.bmp" width="150" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Seus olhos, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;sua boca, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;seu rosto junto ao meu,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;eu daria tudo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;só pra ter um beijo seu,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;será que você&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;ainda não percebeu,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;que o que eu quero ser&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;é muito mais que uma amiga sua..."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7341976639272707806-819566674539713272?l=lemoehlecke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lemoehlecke.blogspot.com/feeds/819566674539713272/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7341976639272707806&amp;postID=819566674539713272' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7341976639272707806/posts/default/819566674539713272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7341976639272707806/posts/default/819566674539713272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lemoehlecke.blogspot.com/2008/09/seus-olhos-sua-boca-seu-rosto-junto-ao.html' title=''/><author><name>A</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iByZ99h31so/SNVBzw1CPPI/AAAAAAAAAEI/p2qHqfd8usQ/s72-c/amor.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7341976639272707806.post-6844509021773274068</id><published>2008-09-13T12:48:00.013-03:00</published><updated>2008-09-20T15:41:42.646-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iByZ99h31so/SNVDg54BASI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/--llmxXCs3A/s1600-h/olhos.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248175173340823842" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 158px" height="175" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iByZ99h31so/SNVDg54BASI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/--llmxXCs3A/s200/olhos.jpg" width="172" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;"Imaginei loucuras&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;A respeito de nós dois&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Pude viver o antes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;O agora e o depois&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Fui tão longe ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Eu acordei pra vida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Quando olhei pra você&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;E dentro de seus olhos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Foi lá onde me encontrei..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7341976639272707806-6844509021773274068?l=lemoehlecke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lemoehlecke.blogspot.com/feeds/6844509021773274068/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7341976639272707806&amp;postID=6844509021773274068' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7341976639272707806/posts/default/6844509021773274068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7341976639272707806/posts/default/6844509021773274068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lemoehlecke.blogspot.com/2008/09/imaginei-loucuras-respeito-de-ns-dois.html' title=''/><author><name>A</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iByZ99h31so/SNVDg54BASI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/--llmxXCs3A/s72-c/olhos.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7341976639272707806.post-6894975559569893561</id><published>2008-09-08T23:15:00.008-03:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T00:07:08.648-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iByZ99h31so/SMXmrSoOqxI/AAAAAAAAAC4/YZc0N9OXlOU/s1600-h/coracao-de-furacao.bmp"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243850972552145682" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iByZ99h31so/SMXmrSoOqxI/AAAAAAAAAC4/YZc0N9OXlOU/s320/coracao-de-furacao.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;Não sei a quem quero enganar, não adianta eu estar com um, gostando de outro.Parece que quanto mais tento fugir mais algo me puxa de volta,começo a crer que isso não acontece por acaso, que tem uma força maior que sempre nos aproxima, que ainda viveremos algo juntos e não somente amizade.&lt;br /&gt;Apesar de muitos não acreditarem o destino existe sim, cada um tem o seu, por mais que tentamos não conseguimos mudá-lo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Todos já sabem o que sinto por você, só você não vê, basta ouvir a sua voz para o meu corpo estremecer..."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7341976639272707806-6894975559569893561?l=lemoehlecke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lemoehlecke.blogspot.com/feeds/6894975559569893561/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7341976639272707806&amp;postID=6894975559569893561' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7341976639272707806/posts/default/6894975559569893561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7341976639272707806/posts/default/6894975559569893561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lemoehlecke.blogspot.com/2008/09/no-sei-quem-quero-enganar-no-adianta-eu.html' title=''/><author><name>A</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iByZ99h31so/SMXmrSoOqxI/AAAAAAAAAC4/YZc0N9OXlOU/s72-c/coracao-de-furacao.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7341976639272707806.post-4950911668307019601</id><published>2008-09-07T17:03:00.018-03:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T20:49:49.146-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Antes de partir...</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243380654662802738" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iByZ99h31so/SMQ67L9U3TI/AAAAAAAAACY/GF0HCV7y0nI/s320/fases-da-vida.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Este filme conta a história de dois homens;um que teve que abandonar a faculdade por causa da gravidez da namorada e outro,um milionário que só tinha uma filha e estavam brigados.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Os dois tinham de 6 meses à um ano de vida...&lt;br /&gt;Então fizeram uma lista de tudo que queriam fazer antes da morte chegar e foram em busca de seus sonhos, percorreram o mundo, viveram anos em meses e com certeza morreram realizados!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Firmei ainda mais o meu propósito de viver cada dia intensamente e não desperdiçar nenhuma chance de ser feliz!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Não podemos prever quanto tempo ainda temos aqui, mas podemos aproveitá-lo ao máximo pra que dure uma eternidade. A felicidade está nas coisas simples, mas muitas vezes passamos uma vida julgando-nos infelizes, e só então descobrimos o que realmente nos torna felizes, são simples gestos que fazem toda a diferença. A felicidade está num abraço amigo, num pássaro que voa livremente pelo céu, num desabroçar de uma linda flor, numa barra de chocolate, num delicioso sorvete, em ser livre, em ser saudável, em ter um lar...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Então, Viva a Vida sem medo de ser feliz!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pois um belo dia você vai olhar pra trás e ver que não simplesmente passou pela vida, mas sim viveu-a intensamente, vai arrepender-se do que não fez mas ficará extremamente feliz por tudo que fez...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"O futuro mais brilhante é baseado num passado intensamente vivido."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&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/7341976639272707806-4950911668307019601?l=lemoehlecke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lemoehlecke.blogspot.com/feeds/4950911668307019601/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7341976639272707806&amp;postID=4950911668307019601' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7341976639272707806/posts/default/4950911668307019601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7341976639272707806/posts/default/4950911668307019601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lemoehlecke.blogspot.com/2008/09/antes-de-partir.html' title='Antes de partir...'/><author><name>A</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iByZ99h31so/SMQ67L9U3TI/AAAAAAAAACY/GF0HCV7y0nI/s72-c/fases-da-vida.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7341976639272707806.post-4351174946736507215</id><published>2008-09-05T23:05:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T00:27:51.888-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"O que eu quero&lt;br /&gt;Eu não vou lhe dizer&lt;br /&gt;O que eu sinto&lt;br /&gt;Você não vai saber&lt;br /&gt;O que eu não posso&lt;br /&gt;É o que eu quero ter&lt;br /&gt;O que eu preciso&lt;br /&gt;É um pouco de você"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tô me puxando nas minhas loucuras, hehehe, mas tô aproveitando ao máximo a minha vida, curtindo cada momento e sendo muito feliz!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bjos em especial pra ele, pra Malvina Kruela, pra Vê que aproveita a vida tanto quanto eu e que me entende e apóia SEMPRE e à todos meus amigos.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Beijar, deixar rolar e a noite me levar. Sentiu na pele, mas não dá pra controlar, que a vida é louca é só aproveitar..."&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7341976639272707806-4351174946736507215?l=lemoehlecke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lemoehlecke.blogspot.com/feeds/4351174946736507215/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7341976639272707806&amp;postID=4351174946736507215' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7341976639272707806/posts/default/4351174946736507215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7341976639272707806/posts/default/4351174946736507215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lemoehlecke.blogspot.com/2008/09/o-que-eu-quero-eu-no-vou-lhe-dizer-o.html' title=''/><author><name>A</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7341976639272707806.post-1499929599570717013</id><published>2008-09-05T22:02:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T22:41:39.570-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iByZ99h31so/SMHcL7e6z4I/AAAAAAAAACA/YQ3y_es0q3E/s1600-h/bor.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242713538740014978" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iByZ99h31so/SMHcL7e6z4I/AAAAAAAAACA/YQ3y_es0q3E/s200/bor.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;"A Borboleta significa transparência, transformação. Para termos consciência e compreendermos nossos sonhos.Obtermos inspiração e transformarmos momentos difíceis em momentos de crescimento e evolução. Evocada para buscar a  transformação, liberdade e novas etapas."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ser borboleta deve ser algo fantástico!! Quem der eu ter pelo ao menos um dia esse grande prazer... Ter liberdade para voar onde ser quer, estar entre as mais belas flores, passar pelos mais encantadores lugares, espalhar alegria e cor.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Grande símbolo de transformação, de um simples casúlo nasce uma das mais belas obras da natureza, uma simples lagarta que desabrocha para vida, ganhando liberdade e magnífica beleza!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7341976639272707806-1499929599570717013?l=lemoehlecke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lemoehlecke.blogspot.com/feeds/1499929599570717013/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7341976639272707806&amp;postID=1499929599570717013' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7341976639272707806/posts/default/1499929599570717013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7341976639272707806/posts/default/1499929599570717013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lemoehlecke.blogspot.com/2008/09/borboleta-significa-transparncia.html' title=''/><author><name>A</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iByZ99h31so/SMHcL7e6z4I/AAAAAAAAACA/YQ3y_es0q3E/s72-c/bor.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7341976639272707806.post-9004167020532552061</id><published>2008-08-31T11:15:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-02-02T13:03:02.130-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iByZ99h31so/SLylAZ2BuDI/AAAAAAAAAB4/Jf85vAHUrU0/s1600-h/DSC07336.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241245492708489266" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iByZ99h31so/SLylAZ2BuDI/AAAAAAAAAB4/Jf85vAHUrU0/s200/DSC07336.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;Depois de meses sem sair pra dançar, ontem me diverti muitooo...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;festa da Carol muito boa, não sabia que era tão bom ter meus primos por perto...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;definitivamente a noite me faz muito bem, nasci pra viver nela, hehehe...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;essa semana promete ser boa, hehehe, tô aprontando de novo, hihihi... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;posso ainda não saber ao certo o que eu quero, mas não vou parar de viver por isso.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"A vida não é medida pelo número de vezes que você respirou, mas pelos momentos em que você perdeu o fôlego... De tanto rir... De surpresa... De êxtase... De felicidade..."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bjos pra Malvina Kruela e pra Vê.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7341976639272707806-9004167020532552061?l=lemoehlecke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lemoehlecke.blogspot.com/feeds/9004167020532552061/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7341976639272707806&amp;postID=9004167020532552061' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7341976639272707806/posts/default/9004167020532552061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7341976639272707806/posts/default/9004167020532552061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lemoehlecke.blogspot.com/2008/08/depois-de-meses-sem-sair-pra-danar.html' title=''/><author><name>A</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iByZ99h31so/SLylAZ2BuDI/AAAAAAAAAB4/Jf85vAHUrU0/s72-c/DSC07336.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7341976639272707806.post-7142521267454195076</id><published>2008-08-17T17:49:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T20:47:01.175-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Tio Marco, meu eterno Cancão...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iByZ99h31so/SKiTiXh4HJI/AAAAAAAAABI/I5ZFKEPG_RQ/s1600-h/tio+Marco+e+eu.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235596785459141778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iByZ99h31so/SKiTiXh4HJI/AAAAAAAAABI/I5ZFKEPG_RQ/s200/tio+Marco+e+eu.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hoje certamente a chuva marca a tristeza, o vazio que sinto nesses últimos sete anos.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;17/08/2001, lembro-me como se fosse ontem... madrugada de quinta pra sexta, o telefone de casa toca e a notícia chega: meu amado tio teve um infarto. Naquele instante senti que ele havia morrido, que não teria como salvá-lo, e foi o que aconteceu. Derrepente o sonho acabou, literalmente da noite pro dia a grande base da família desmoronou... nenhum de nós esperavámos, todos foram pegos de surpresa, e nos perguntavámos por quê justo ele? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Não tem como não me emocionar, o meu segundo pai não estava mais entre nós... durante o velório fiquei com esperança que ele ainda ia acordar, que era um tremendo engano, mas isso não aconteceu.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Passa um filme na minha memória, tento me lembrar de todos seus ensinamentos, da última vez que o vi, de tudo o que fez por mim; ás vezes ainda sinto seu cheiro, ouço a sua voz... Muitas vezes me pergunto se durante 13 anos vivi um sonho, mas olho as fotos e vejo que ele realmente estava aqui...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cada um tem um tempo X na Terra afim de cumprir sua missão, o dele foi curto, mas certamente fez tudo que tinha que ser feito.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tem duas frases que sempre me lembram ele:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;“Enquanto algumas pessoas fazem de tudo para serem marcantes, outras agem naturalmente e se tornam inesquecíveis...”&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;“Viver é sempre dizer aos outros que eles são importantes, que nós os amamos, porque um dia eles se vão e ficamos com a nítida impressão de que não os amamos o suficiente.”&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Boa semana a todos!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Bjos em especial pra Malvina Kruela, pra Vê e pra alguém "especial".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7341976639272707806-7142521267454195076?l=lemoehlecke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lemoehlecke.blogspot.com/feeds/7142521267454195076/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7341976639272707806&amp;postID=7142521267454195076' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7341976639272707806/posts/default/7142521267454195076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7341976639272707806/posts/default/7142521267454195076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lemoehlecke.blogspot.com/2008/08/tio-marco-meu-eterno-canco.html' title='Tio Marco, meu eterno Cancão...'/><author><name>A</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iByZ99h31so/SKiTiXh4HJI/AAAAAAAAABI/I5ZFKEPG_RQ/s72-c/tio+Marco+e+eu.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7341976639272707806.post-5338476371708008388</id><published>2008-08-10T18:43:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-08-10T19:19:47.206-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Tudo foi completo com você por perto&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E me perco quando não estás aqui&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Se te tenho ao meu lado é inevitável um final feliz&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Em você encontrei tudo que eu sempre quis&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sem promessa e sem errar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Melhor deixar se permitir&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pra aonde for vou te alcançar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O futuro há de refletir"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7341976639272707806-5338476371708008388?l=lemoehlecke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lemoehlecke.blogspot.com/feeds/5338476371708008388/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7341976639272707806&amp;postID=5338476371708008388' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7341976639272707806/posts/default/5338476371708008388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7341976639272707806/posts/default/5338476371708008388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lemoehlecke.blogspot.com/2008/08/tudo-foi-completo-com-voc-por-perto-e.html' title=''/><author><name>A</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7341976639272707806.post-4233641740227995647</id><published>2008-07-17T09:29:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2008-10-18T21:07:41.272-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Ruhana</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_iByZ99h31so/SH88MOAD3RI/AAAAAAAAAA4/EFhxmNbKpnk/s1600-h/DSC07367.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223960273387511058" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_iByZ99h31so/SH88MOAD3RI/AAAAAAAAAA4/EFhxmNbKpnk/s320/DSC07367.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;Essa semana voltei ao trabalho, tive novamente várias surpresas, pessoas que eu nunca imaginei estavam lá pra me abraçar e me desejar boas vindas, já outras foram extramamente falsas como já era de se esperar.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ganhei um presente muito fofo de uma pessoa muito especial,alguém que considero como minha segunda mãe e que está sempre do meu lado,ti adoru muitão minha véia!!! A peixinha linda e maluquinha aí da foto,é a Ruhana, dei esse nome a ela pois é o nome de uma das minhas enfermeiras no hospital &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;que como todas foram muito legais comigo.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mais uma vez agradeço as pessoas maravilhosas que tenho ao meu redor e todas as manifestações de carinho.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Amigos são anjos que nos dão asas quando não podemos voar sozinhos."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7341976639272707806-4233641740227995647?l=lemoehlecke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lemoehlecke.blogspot.com/feeds/4233641740227995647/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7341976639272707806&amp;postID=4233641740227995647' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7341976639272707806/posts/default/4233641740227995647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7341976639272707806/posts/default/4233641740227995647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lemoehlecke.blogspot.com/2008/07/ruhana.html' title='Ruhana'/><author><name>A</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_iByZ99h31so/SH88MOAD3RI/AAAAAAAAAA4/EFhxmNbKpnk/s72-c/DSC07367.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7341976639272707806.post-576296522704602428</id><published>2008-07-12T11:45:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-07-12T12:22:52.427-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Torres - RS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_iByZ99h31so/SHjHNOB13QI/AAAAAAAAAAo/p2odzBVAwsg/s1600-h/DSC06661.JPG"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222142797854137602" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_iByZ99h31so/SHjHNOB13QI/AAAAAAAAAAo/p2odzBVAwsg/s320/DSC06661.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;O vento levanta a areia.&lt;br /&gt;A água vem e volta pro mar.&lt;br /&gt;Os sentimentos parecem...&lt;br /&gt;As ondas do mar.&lt;br /&gt;A água, pureza.&lt;br /&gt;A gaivota, liberdade.&lt;br /&gt;O mar...&lt;br /&gt;Segredos, sonhos, desejos...&lt;br /&gt;O início, o meio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;(Maria I. S. Oliveira)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;O mar me renova, o seu infinito me instiga, observá-lo me traz paz...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Um dos lugares mais fantásticos que eu já vi, uma sensação de paz, de liberdade, me envolveu, me fascinou! Sem palavras para descrever o que era estar ali naquele momento.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&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/7341976639272707806-576296522704602428?l=lemoehlecke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lemoehlecke.blogspot.com/feeds/576296522704602428/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7341976639272707806&amp;postID=576296522704602428' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7341976639272707806/posts/default/576296522704602428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7341976639272707806/posts/default/576296522704602428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lemoehlecke.blogspot.com/2008/07/torres-rs.html' title='Torres - RS'/><author><name>A</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_iByZ99h31so/SHjHNOB13QI/AAAAAAAAAAo/p2odzBVAwsg/s72-c/DSC06661.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7341976639272707806.post-2120810150095038645</id><published>2008-07-09T23:03:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-07-09T23:15:37.284-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Verônica Ganciar, amiga muitooo especial em minha vida.</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;No dia em que sai do hospital me emocionei com um depoimento de uma pessoa muito especial, alguém que me entende, que me ajuda, que está sempre ao meu lado, uma amiga maravilhosa e que eu tenho orgulho de ter em minha vida. Não somente nos momentos felizes, mas principalmente nos que eu mais precisei de um ombro amigo, eu só tenho a agradecer a Deus por tê-la em minha vida. Vê, ti adoru muitãooo lindona,tu mora no meu coração.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;As tuas palavras me marcaram muito,comportilho-as com todos:  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Dizer que admiro e gosto de você é muito pouco, porque uma amizade como a nossa merece mais, merecia ser descrita no infinito para que todos pudessem entender o que realmente ela representa na vida de cada uma de nós, não sei se declaro, homenageio ou agradeço. Se eu fosse declarar, diria que sem você em meu caminho não haveria tantas coisas a contar, se fosse homenagear você, gostaria de lhe oferecer o brilho das estrelas e o caminho do calor do sol e você ficaria muito mais consciente desse meu gesto, mas prefiro agradecer, agradecer a Deus por sua amizade, dizer a Ele que foi o melhor presente que recebi em minha vida, que você é realmente um ser iluminado que consegue trazer ao mundo um grande carisma e um grande companheirismo, você representa com nobreza a palavra amizade. Obrigada por fazer parte de minha vida!!!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7341976639272707806-2120810150095038645?l=lemoehlecke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lemoehlecke.blogspot.com/feeds/2120810150095038645/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7341976639272707806&amp;postID=2120810150095038645' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7341976639272707806/posts/default/2120810150095038645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7341976639272707806/posts/default/2120810150095038645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lemoehlecke.blogspot.com/2008/07/vernica-ganciar-amiga-muitooo-especial.html' title='Verônica Ganciar, amiga muitooo especial em minha vida.'/><author><name>A</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7341976639272707806.post-1227166551103819131</id><published>2008-07-08T10:42:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T11:01:31.870-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;...A felicidade aparece para aqueles que reconhecem a importância das pessoas que passam por suas vidas...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Mais do que nunca sei o que é isso... eu não tinha noção de quantos colegas se importassem comigo, nesses últimos dias pude ver que não são colegas mas sim amigos, uns mais próximos, outros um pouco mais distantes, cada um especial a sua maneira.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Todos me deixaram emoções eternas, inexplicáveis, me emocionaram de verdade... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Nesse findi perdi algumas festas mas ganhei carinho de tantos amigos que foi recompensador!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Ontem me bateu uma saudade da 232, minha turma amda do 3º ano, meus coleguinhas e amigos que tanta me divertiram, que tanto nos unimos, que tanto aprontamos... saudades imensas, cada um tem um lugar especial em meu coração.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;...A vida é curta, mas as emoções que podemos deixar duram uma eternidade ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7341976639272707806-1227166551103819131?l=lemoehlecke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lemoehlecke.blogspot.com/feeds/1227166551103819131/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7341976639272707806&amp;postID=1227166551103819131' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7341976639272707806/posts/default/1227166551103819131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7341976639272707806/posts/default/1227166551103819131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lemoehlecke.blogspot.com/2008/07/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>A</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7341976639272707806.post-3501301895669222208</id><published>2008-07-03T23:46:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2008-10-18T21:04:14.430-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_iByZ99h31so/SHjNG1CqESI/AAAAAAAAAAw/HPbD09lZssw/s1600-h/amizade.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222149285137223970" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_iByZ99h31so/SHjNG1CqESI/AAAAAAAAAAw/HPbD09lZssw/s320/amizade.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Começo esse blog agradecendo a Deus por estar bem, afinal um pouco mais de 24 horas eu estava em um bloco cirúrgico, porém com um pouco de dor, estou bem.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Descobri que tenho pessoas MARAVILHOSAS ao meu redor, amigos que realmente me querem bem e me adoram; com simples gestos de carinho fizeram toda a diferença. Me sinto realizada, honrada, por ter pessoas tão especiais em minha vida; aqueles que chegaram ontem, aqueles que estão há anos, todos têm um lugar muito especial em meu coração, hoje me emociono por todas manifestações de carinho, afinal certas coisas não se explicam simplesmente se sente.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7341976639272707806-3501301895669222208?l=lemoehlecke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lemoehlecke.blogspot.com/feeds/3501301895669222208/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7341976639272707806&amp;postID=3501301895669222208' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7341976639272707806/posts/default/3501301895669222208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7341976639272707806/posts/default/3501301895669222208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lemoehlecke.blogspot.com/2008/07/comeo-esse-blog-agradecendo-deus-por.html' title=''/><author><name>A</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_iByZ99h31so/SHjNG1CqESI/AAAAAAAAAAw/HPbD09lZssw/s72-c/amizade.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
