<?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-30409106</id><updated>2012-01-27T15:24:20.644-02:00</updated><category term='Bióloga'/><category term='democracia'/><category term='festas'/><category term='neto'/><category term='simplicidade'/><category term='lembranças'/><category term='férias'/><category term='reflexões'/><category term='Índia'/><category term='lula'/><category term='caramujo africano'/><category term='flores'/><category term='netos'/><category term='Socotra'/><category term='fotos'/><category term='pitanga'/><category term='passeios'/><category term='Sarney'/><category term='crianças'/><category term='doenças'/><category term='filhotes'/><category term='neta'/><category term='ecologia'/><category term='comidinhas'/><category term='lazer'/><category term='cultura'/><category term='chuva'/><category term='aniversário'/><category term='a Cabana'/><category term='valores morais'/><category term='animais de estimação'/><category term='sono'/><category term='amizade'/><category term='distância'/><category term='papa Bento'/><category term='mercado municipal'/><category term='sorriso'/><category term='seres humanos'/><category term='filmes'/><category term='irmãs'/><category term='paineiras'/><category term='saudades'/><category term='ipês'/><category term='praia'/><category term='romance'/><category term='pinheiro'/><category term='aves'/><category term='coisas da vida.'/><category term='corrupção'/><category term='BLOGS que visitei e gostei'/><category term='filhos'/><category term='poesia'/><category term='encontros'/><category term='dicas'/><category term='avó'/><category term='jesus'/><category term='bebes'/><category term='a vida é bela'/><category term='governos'/><category term='amarilis'/><category term='hortencia'/><category term='meio ambiente'/><category term='Beijo'/><category term='amazonia'/><category term='joao'/><category term='casamento'/><category term='alegria'/><category term='homenagem'/><category term='Adélia Prado'/><category term='CELULARES'/><category term='alerta'/><category term='parques de sao jose dos campos'/><category term='bulbos'/><category term='Páscoa'/><category term='girafas'/><category term='clima'/><category term='raiva'/><category term='chamado da natureza'/><category term='tempo'/><category term='Neruda'/><category term='poeta'/><category term='curiosidades sobre o país'/><category term='livros'/><category term='faça a sua parte'/><category term='b'/><category term='bichinhos de jardim'/><category term='Javier Moro'/><category term='tradições'/><category term='bolinho caipira'/><category term='cidade de São José'/><category term='morte'/><category term='Hubble'/><category term='?'/><category term='banhado'/><category term='natureza'/><category term='solidão'/><category term='Brasil'/><category term='Mel'/><category term='politica'/><category term='sentimentos'/><category term='mamae'/><category term='música'/><category term='antónio'/><category term='Deus'/><category term='cotidiano'/><category term='família'/><category term='eu'/><category term='angústia'/><category term='confiança'/><category term='política'/><category term='natal'/><category term='frases'/><category term='autismo'/><category term='misterios do mar; 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 163px; height: 167px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-062ew651UwY/TxtdSUJsftI/AAAAAAAAOaA/037WtUu8VVQ/s320/riso.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5700252322595897042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oi povo leitor deste blog!!!&lt;br /&gt;Estou voltando para o formato antigo, pois apesar daquele outro ser "bonitão" é muito chato de usar!&lt;br /&gt;Se voce entra nele mesmo ja estando logado, nao te da opçao de postar ou ver nada, a nao ser as postagens ...&lt;br /&gt;Mas o pior, e o melhor deste formato agora: tudo de volta!!!!!! Os links para os blogs que amo ler, visualização de quantos passaram por aqui, meus selinhos, enfim, minha cara!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Beijocas a todos os leitores!&lt;br /&gt;To feliz de voltar pra este formato!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30409106-7634685282906581854?l=adrianaroos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adrianaroos.blogspot.com/feeds/7634685282906581854/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30409106&amp;postID=7634685282906581854&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30409106/posts/default/7634685282906581854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30409106/posts/default/7634685282906581854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adrianaroos.blogspot.com/2012/01/voltando-para-o-antigo.html' title='Voltando para o antigo!!!!!!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>Adriana Roos</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/117449994589545496643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-UFwTKuk1BDM/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/Klq5bMaPkSg/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-062ew651UwY/TxtdSUJsftI/AAAAAAAAOaA/037WtUu8VVQ/s72-c/riso.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30409106.post-5240862782219865682</id><published>2012-01-21T22:28:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2012-01-21T22:28:39.780-02:00</updated><title type='text'>XICO-ROCHA Aos Vivos: CONSELHO</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://xico-rocha.blogspot.com/2012/01/conselho.html#links"&gt;XICO-ROCHA Aos Vivos: CONSELHO&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30409106-5240862782219865682?l=adrianaroos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://xico-rocha.blogspot.com/2012/01/conselho.html#links' title='XICO-ROCHA Aos Vivos: CONSELHO'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adrianaroos.blogspot.com/feeds/5240862782219865682/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30409106&amp;postID=5240862782219865682&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30409106/posts/default/5240862782219865682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30409106/posts/default/5240862782219865682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adrianaroos.blogspot.com/2012/01/xico-rocha-aos-vivos-conselho.html' title='XICO-ROCHA Aos Vivos: CONSELHO'/><author><name>Adriana Roos</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/117449994589545496643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-UFwTKuk1BDM/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/Klq5bMaPkSg/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30409106.post-3467880243917956153</id><published>2012-01-20T14:22:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2012-01-20T14:22:20.058-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>O que o vento me traz?&lt;br /&gt;O que posso pedir?&lt;br /&gt;O que os sonhos me dizem?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que tudo vai melhorar.&lt;br /&gt;Que eu estou aqui aprendendo &amp;nbsp;com a vida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DTCUnLt5ARA/Txdwspne5kI/AAAAAAAAOZc/zK2jc6KBT50/s1600/caminho.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DTCUnLt5ARA/Txdwspne5kI/AAAAAAAAOZc/zK2jc6KBT50/s320/caminho.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="background: white; color: #666666; font-family: Arial; font-size: 20.0pt;"&gt;Não há dificuldade que o amor não vença;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="background: white; color: #666666; font-family: Arial; font-size: 20.0pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Doença que o amor não cure;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Porta que o amor não abra;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Obstáculo que o amor não transponha;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Muralha que o amor não derrube,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pecado que o amor não redima...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="background: white; color: #666666; font-family: Arial; font-size: 9.0pt;"&gt;Emmet Fox&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3366cc; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 10.0pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30409106-5523687268144160644?l=adrianaroos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adrianaroos.blogspot.com/feeds/5523687268144160644/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30409106&amp;postID=5523687268144160644&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30409106/posts/default/5523687268144160644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30409106/posts/default/5523687268144160644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adrianaroos.blogspot.com/2012/01/amor.html' title='AMOR'/><author><name>Adriana Roos</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/117449994589545496643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-UFwTKuk1BDM/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/Klq5bMaPkSg/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DTCUnLt5ARA/Txdwspne5kI/AAAAAAAAOZc/zK2jc6KBT50/s72-c/caminho.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30409106.post-8331645779882639986</id><published>2012-01-09T12:53:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2012-01-09T12:53:27.715-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Tente ser gentil com seu marido - esposa</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://1.gvt0.com/vi/g8orkpg32RU/0.jpg"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/g8orkpg32RU&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266"  src="http://www.youtube.com/v/g8orkpg32RU&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Seja gentil com sua esposa:&lt;br /&gt;- Busque madeira antes que ela peça&lt;br /&gt;Toda vez que for ao&amp;nbsp; campo traga pra ela uma flor...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Em vez de querer voltar a ser surdo, faça o que ela gostaria que voce fizesse sem que ela precise te pedir...&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Do filme Capitão Corelli, que só vi o final, mas achei super lindo o que o pai da personagem principal aconselhou a um de seus pacientes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Beijos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feliz 2012!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30409106-8331645779882639986?l=adrianaroos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adrianaroos.blogspot.com/feeds/8331645779882639986/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30409106&amp;postID=8331645779882639986&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30409106/posts/default/8331645779882639986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30409106/posts/default/8331645779882639986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adrianaroos.blogspot.com/2012/01/tente-ser-gentil-com-seu-marido-esposa.html' title='Tente ser gentil com seu marido - esposa'/><author><name>Adriana Roos</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/117449994589545496643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-UFwTKuk1BDM/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/Klq5bMaPkSg/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30409106.post-1866579001323622360</id><published>2011-12-19T12:31:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2011-12-19T12:31:20.360-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Passeio de barco</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UU5xUW9CUR0/Tu9KUznP7BI/AAAAAAAAOR4/tbsLcXkktCQ/s1600/Leon+Girardet.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="292" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UU5xUW9CUR0/Tu9KUznP7BI/AAAAAAAAOR4/tbsLcXkktCQ/s400/Leon+Girardet.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Vontade de estar em um lugar assim... bonito e calmo.&lt;br /&gt;Acho que gostaria de ter vivido em um tempo em que era bonito usar chapéu, vestido comprido, rodado.&lt;br /&gt;Passear de barco a remo, ouvindo um jovem galante lendo para mim e minhas irmãs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30409106-1866579001323622360?l=adrianaroos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adrianaroos.blogspot.com/feeds/1866579001323622360/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30409106&amp;postID=1866579001323622360&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30409106/posts/default/1866579001323622360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30409106/posts/default/1866579001323622360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adrianaroos.blogspot.com/2011/12/vontade-de-estar-em-um-lugar-assim.html' title='Passeio de barco'/><author><name>Adriana Roos</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/117449994589545496643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-UFwTKuk1BDM/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/Klq5bMaPkSg/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UU5xUW9CUR0/Tu9KUznP7BI/AAAAAAAAOR4/tbsLcXkktCQ/s72-c/Leon+Girardet.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30409106.post-3552798842809924238</id><published>2011-12-17T21:48:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2011-12-17T21:50:24.985-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Aranhas em árvores</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UE0meX-zocs/Tu0qmR6-MxI/AAAAAAAAORg/IzfSA4tbdZY/s1600/teias3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="206" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UE0meX-zocs/Tu0qmR6-MxI/AAAAAAAAORg/IzfSA4tbdZY/s320/teias3.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje li uma notícia em uma revista de maio, mas que eu não ouvi falar em local algum ...&lt;br /&gt;Depois de uma enchente no Paquistão as aranhas subiram em varias árvores e fizeram como uma teia gigante, cobrindo-as todas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-P5aOve9Zcr8/Tu0qm2a0JHI/AAAAAAAAORo/81NPNOQLgxY/s1600/teias1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="206" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-P5aOve9Zcr8/Tu0qm2a0JHI/AAAAAAAAORo/81NPNOQLgxY/s320/teias1.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Meu marido jamais ficaria embaixo de uma destas, pois não pode ver uma sequer, imagine aos montes, em cima da cabeça da gente então!&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; As fotografias foram captadas por Russel Watkins em Dezembro de 2010.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;IMPRESSIONANTE!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="goog_1110834741"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="goog_1110834742"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30409106-3552798842809924238?l=adrianaroos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adrianaroos.blogspot.com/feeds/3552798842809924238/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30409106&amp;postID=3552798842809924238&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30409106/posts/default/3552798842809924238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30409106/posts/default/3552798842809924238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adrianaroos.blogspot.com/2011/12/aranhas-em-arvores.html' title='Aranhas em árvores'/><author><name>Adriana Roos</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/117449994589545496643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-UFwTKuk1BDM/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/Klq5bMaPkSg/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UE0meX-zocs/Tu0qmR6-MxI/AAAAAAAAORg/IzfSA4tbdZY/s72-c/teias3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30409106.post-6498321228162020674</id><published>2011-12-17T21:43:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2011-12-17T21:43:51.373-02:00</updated><title type='text'>ANABELLA * A ARTE DO PENSAR *: Um dia eu melhoro...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://anabella436.blogspot.com/2011/12/um-dia-eu-melhoro.html?spref=bl"&gt;ANABELLA * A ARTE DO PENSAR *: Um dia eu melhoro...&lt;/a&gt;: Mania de falar o que pensa  Mania de mostrar o que sente  Fobia por quem mente  Pavor de descuidados  Horror de descontentes  Terror de mau ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30409106-6498321228162020674?l=adrianaroos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://anabella436.blogspot.com/2011/12/um-dia-eu-melhoro.html?spref=bl' title='ANABELLA * A ARTE DO PENSAR *: Um dia eu melhoro...'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adrianaroos.blogspot.com/feeds/6498321228162020674/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30409106&amp;postID=6498321228162020674&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30409106/posts/default/6498321228162020674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30409106/posts/default/6498321228162020674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adrianaroos.blogspot.com/2011/12/anabella-arte-do-pensar-um-dia-eu.html' title='ANABELLA * A ARTE DO PENSAR *: Um dia eu melhoro...'/><author><name>Adriana Roos</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/117449994589545496643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-UFwTKuk1BDM/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/Klq5bMaPkSg/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30409106.post-1711994668725624899</id><published>2011-11-23T23:19:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2011-11-25T17:21:09.502-02:00</updated><title type='text'>HIPOCRISIA</title><content type='html'>As pessoas ou são hipócritas ou são realmente cegas.&lt;br /&gt;Candidato nenhum de governo, seja ele presidente&amp;nbsp; ou ex presidente merece comprar briga por algo tão absurdamente óbvio.&lt;br /&gt;Ex presidente que veio da classe trabalhadora, promete ajudar a resolver o problema da saúde pública no país, não resolve e quando tem um problema grave é tratado no melhor hospital particular do país!&lt;br /&gt;E os pobres? Morrem enquanto esperam um exame ou até mesmo uma consulta!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Respondendo ao comentario do A-nunes :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Antonio eu nao sei o que acontece neste mundo. No meu, no teu... tanta corrupção deslavada, tanta impunidade para quem rouba do povo.&lt;br /&gt;Ando revoltada. Papai está com um diagnóstico incompleto - fez uma ressonância - e o médico diz: é tumor - precisa urgentíssimo confirmar com uma biópsia - o hospital deixou a consulta somente para 19de dezembro... mais de um mês depois do exame ...&lt;br /&gt;E até lá aguente a dor, tome remédios mais fortes, sei lá.&lt;br /&gt;Estamos todas passadas aqui em casa.Eu, minha mãe e irmãs. Poque tanta demora?&lt;br /&gt;Só tem uma médica para atender todos os pacientes do hospital municipal. Somos 700.000 habitantes em São José.&lt;br /&gt;E recorrer a quem?&lt;br /&gt;Nosso ex presidente teve a confirmaçao de câncer no sabado(29.10). Segunda (31.10) já estava sendo medicado no melhor hospital do país, e ainda, com uma bolsinha de medicamentos continua o tratamento em casa... Ele não merece? Sim, claro, mas meu pai também merece. E não tem. Como a maioria dos brasileiros nesta situação.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30409106-1711994668725624899?l=adrianaroos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adrianaroos.blogspot.com/feeds/1711994668725624899/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30409106&amp;postID=1711994668725624899&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30409106/posts/default/1711994668725624899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30409106/posts/default/1711994668725624899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adrianaroos.blogspot.com/2011/11/hipocrisia.html' title='HIPOCRISIA'/><author><name>Adriana Roos</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/117449994589545496643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-UFwTKuk1BDM/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/Klq5bMaPkSg/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30409106.post-818397685227026636</id><published>2011-11-05T15:22:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2011-11-05T15:22:10.267-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Um pouco de poesia</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h3 class="post-title entry-title" style="background-color: white; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 18px; font-weight: normal; line-height: 1.4em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0.25em; padding-bottom: 4px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Tu eras também uma pequena folha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;div class="post-header" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div class="post-header-line-1"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2ENw1rgAYXM/TrVwtxBzdTI/AAAAAAAAOPc/cjUAvN88110/s1600/3326934.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="272" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2ENw1rgAYXM/TrVwtxBzdTI/AAAAAAAAOPc/cjUAvN88110/s320/3326934.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="post-body entry-content" id="post-body-3748582642385317239" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 1.6em; margin-bottom: 0.75em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;Tu eras também uma pequena folha&lt;br /&gt;que tremia no meu peito.&lt;br /&gt;O vento da vida pôs-te ali.&lt;br /&gt;A princípio não te vi: não soube&lt;br /&gt;que ias comigo,&lt;br /&gt;até que as tuas raízes&lt;br /&gt;atravessaram o meu peito,&lt;br /&gt;se uniram aos fios do meu sangue,&lt;br /&gt;falaram pela minha boca,&lt;br /&gt;floresceram comigo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="post-body entry-content" id="post-body-3748582642385317239" style="background-color: white; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 1.6em; margin-bottom: 0.75em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://pablonerudapoesia.blogspot.com/2008/08/pablo-neruda-tu-eras-tambm-uma-pequena.html" style="display: block; font-size: 18px; line-height: 25px; text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;Pablo Neruda&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30409106-818397685227026636?l=adrianaroos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adrianaroos.blogspot.com/feeds/818397685227026636/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30409106&amp;postID=818397685227026636&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30409106/posts/default/818397685227026636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30409106/posts/default/818397685227026636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adrianaroos.blogspot.com/2011/11/um-pouco-de-poesia.html' title='Um pouco de poesia'/><author><name>Adriana Roos</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/117449994589545496643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-UFwTKuk1BDM/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/Klq5bMaPkSg/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2ENw1rgAYXM/TrVwtxBzdTI/AAAAAAAAOPc/cjUAvN88110/s72-c/3326934.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30409106.post-8968188186505235849</id><published>2011-10-14T17:23:00.010-02:00</published><updated>2011-10-14T18:53:20.171-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amizade'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='homenagem'/><title type='text'>Parabens amigos !</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LYruetbUQ7s/TpideJDlQOI/AAAAAAAAOII/aIeB60a7dsM/s1600/FotosdeRosas5.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LYruetbUQ7s/TpideJDlQOI/AAAAAAAAOII/aIeB60a7dsM/s320/FotosdeRosas5.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5663449672570978530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ba2r7jRQcO0/TpibSkELtDI/AAAAAAAAOHs/fQzJUuautnY/s1600/Rododentro.bmp" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Dia dos Professores:&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ana Roos, Cláudia Campos, Andréias, Geo, Mário, Cido, Elisa, Célia, Maria do Carmo, Enedi, Soninha, Tina, Lízia, Adriana Valéria,Mônica Delgado,  Sandras, Carlos de Artes, Leozinho,  João Candido, Talita, Marcelo, Cleto, Ilkinha, Jack Iost, Mariangela, Pedro Ivo, e tantos outros que não mencionei aqui...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Verdadeiros heróis do cotidiano, da presença constante, marcante ao lado de seus alunos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pessoas tão diferentes, com um mesmo ideal, com uma mesma missão e que com competência e dedicação exercem sua missão como educadores. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Amigos, um feliz dia!&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/30409106-8968188186505235849?l=adrianaroos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adrianaroos.blogspot.com/feeds/8968188186505235849/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30409106&amp;postID=8968188186505235849&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30409106/posts/default/8968188186505235849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30409106/posts/default/8968188186505235849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adrianaroos.blogspot.com/2011/10/parabens-amigos.html' title='Parabens amigos !'/><author><name>Adriana Roos</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/117449994589545496643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-UFwTKuk1BDM/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/Klq5bMaPkSg/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LYruetbUQ7s/TpideJDlQOI/AAAAAAAAOII/aIeB60a7dsM/s72-c/FotosdeRosas5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30409106.post-8443128092296549521</id><published>2011-09-27T20:15:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2011-09-27T22:04:49.138-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='saúde'/><title type='text'>Síndrome de Visão do Computador</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="post-header"&gt;       &lt;header&gt;        &lt;h1 class="microgrammaDBolExtRegular"&gt;Síndrome de Visão do Computador afeta produtividade no trabalho&lt;/h1&gt;       &lt;/header&gt;       &lt;/div&gt;                                &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Desconforto visual &lt;/strong&gt;após um longo dia &lt;strong&gt;na frente do computador&lt;/strong&gt;  é cada vez mais normal. As queixas de saúde mais comuns em pessoas que  lidam com o computador são as visuais. Estudos indicam que de 50% a 90%  dos usuários sofrem de sintomas da &lt;strong&gt;Síndrome de Visão do Computador&lt;/strong&gt; (&lt;strong&gt;SVC&lt;/strong&gt;): dor nos olhos ou em volta deles, olho seco, irritação, visão borrada ou dupla.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;A SVC está se tornando uma questão de &lt;strong&gt;saúde pública&lt;/strong&gt; e  afeta a produtividade do trabalhador que passa mais de duas horas por  dia em frente à tela do computador.  Sem a devida proteção de óculos  especiais, a performance do usuário pode ficar comprometida em 20%, além  de este levar mais tempo para desempenhar uma tarefa. Fora o uso  corporativo, há também o doméstico. Segundo o IBGE, 34,7% das  residências brasileiras possuem computador.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;A Síndrome de Visão do Computador é causada pela reação diferenciada  dos olhos e do cérebro aos caracteres da tela do computador. Estes não  possuem o mesmo contraste e definição dos impressos no papel. Palavras e  imagens no computador são criadas por combinações de pequenos pontos de  luz, os chamados pixels, que possuem graduação e brilho diferentes.  Essa variação torna o foco dos olhos mais difícil. Consequentemente,  eles se esforçam mais para fazer o foco, criando uma fadiga que leva à  SVC.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;A SVC compromete especialmente as tarefas mais complexas ou repetitivas no computador. São bastante afetados &lt;strong&gt;contadores&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;editores de documentos&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;designers&lt;/strong&gt; e &lt;strong&gt;engenheiros&lt;/strong&gt;. A informação e a consulta periódica ao oftalmologista, são as melhores soluções para proteger nossos olhos.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Uma das medidas eficazes para o tratamento ou prevenção da SVC é a prescrição de &lt;strong&gt;óculos especiais para o computador&lt;/strong&gt;. Eles vão dar mais conforto visual ao usuário e melhorar a produtividade no trabalho.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;h2&gt;Sintomas da Síndrome de Visão do Computador (SVC):&lt;/h2&gt; &lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Dor de cabeça;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Perda de foco visual;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ardência nos olhos;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Olhos cansados;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Visão dupla e/ou borrada;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Piscadas constantes;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Esforço visual;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Pescoço e ombros doloridos;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt; &lt;p&gt; fonte: http://www.visaolaser.com.br/blog&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30409106-8443128092296549521?l=adrianaroos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adrianaroos.blogspot.com/feeds/8443128092296549521/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30409106&amp;postID=8443128092296549521&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30409106/posts/default/8443128092296549521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30409106/posts/default/8443128092296549521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adrianaroos.blogspot.com/2011/09/sindrome-de-visao-do-computador.html' title='Síndrome de Visão do Computador'/><author><name>Adriana Roos</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/117449994589545496643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-UFwTKuk1BDM/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/Klq5bMaPkSg/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30409106.post-6678428151618020835</id><published>2011-09-22T18:51:00.004-02:00</published><updated>2011-09-22T19:21:01.690-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='alunos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='triste'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pensamentos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crianças'/><title type='text'>Dias</title><content type='html'>Dias em que tudo parece cinza...&lt;br /&gt;Dia em que nada tem muita importancia. Ou graça.&lt;br /&gt;Lutar contra a sensaçao de um nada tao grande!&lt;br /&gt;Tentar olhar o sol lindo que esta la fora, o ceu azul e as crianças crescendo, brincando e rindo penduradas na arvore da escola!&lt;br /&gt;Ou lembrar dos dois pes de alface que acabamos de colher na nossa horta hoje cedo...&lt;br /&gt;Do encantamento no olhar da criança que conseguiu colher um tomate, observar um rabanete saindo da terra, e uma folha do pé de abóbora que ficou velha e esta ficando branca, professora!&lt;br /&gt;Posso pegar este tomatinho aqui?&lt;br /&gt;A vida me ensina. Nem tudo esta cinza hoje.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RwJdEJFnwVI/Tnui1ygkegI/AAAAAAAAOGo/DWn7eF9Cg8E/s1600/CIMG6884.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RwJdEJFnwVI/Tnui1ygkegI/AAAAAAAAOGo/DWn7eF9Cg8E/s320/CIMG6884.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5655292802068937218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ld7Km3NFDg0/TnujwC_aO9I/AAAAAAAAOG0/wLnPgnycg-g/s1600/CIMG6883.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ld7Km3NFDg0/TnujwC_aO9I/AAAAAAAAOG0/wLnPgnycg-g/s320/CIMG6883.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5655293802925669330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30409106-6678428151618020835?l=adrianaroos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adrianaroos.blogspot.com/feeds/6678428151618020835/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30409106&amp;postID=6678428151618020835&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30409106/posts/default/6678428151618020835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30409106/posts/default/6678428151618020835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adrianaroos.blogspot.com/2011/09/dias.html' title='Dias'/><author><name>Adriana Roos</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/117449994589545496643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-UFwTKuk1BDM/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/Klq5bMaPkSg/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RwJdEJFnwVI/Tnui1ygkegI/AAAAAAAAOGo/DWn7eF9Cg8E/s72-c/CIMG6884.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30409106.post-980661296543347735</id><published>2011-09-15T05:27:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2011-09-15T06:00:49.539-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dicas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dia-a-dia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sono'/><title type='text'>Insônia</title><content type='html'>Ou será pouco sono?&lt;br /&gt;Todos os dias vou dormir tarde- após a meia noite - pra acordar "cedo" entre seis e meia e sete horas.&lt;br /&gt;Quase todos os dias acordo ainda com sono, acho difícil me levantar principalmente se está frio ou chovendo.&lt;br /&gt;Depois tenho muito sono a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;tardezinha&lt;/span&gt; e se não tenho compromisso fora de casa, ou ele é depois das quatro, tiro uma soneca - e às vezes durmo mesmo, mais de uma hora ou duas.&lt;br /&gt;E hoje?&lt;br /&gt;Fui dormir as nove. Acordei as duas!&lt;br /&gt;Puxa vida! Será &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;insônia&lt;/span&gt;? Acho que não. Meu organismo acostumou-se a dormir seis horas no máximo e aqui estou eu, acordada, sem nada de sono...&lt;br /&gt;Fiquei rolando na cama até as quatro e então, cansada de tentar pegar no sono de novo, levantei e  estou aqui.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WSThL1OZN_M/TnGvZF5ve5I/AAAAAAAAOEE/w_8Ssa2rag0/s1600/sono.jpg-600x450.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 314px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WSThL1OZN_M/TnGvZF5ve5I/AAAAAAAAOEE/w_8Ssa2rag0/s320/sono.jpg-600x450.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5652491852942637970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Lendo um pouco, acho que fiz certo de levantar, mas errado antes, porque comi e fui dormir!&lt;br /&gt;Se quiserem ler mais sobre o assunto, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;clic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://http//www.abcdasaude.com.br/artigo.php?3047"&gt; aqui!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Algumas dicas:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="10"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="sec_corpo" valign="top"&gt;*Faça apenas refeições leves à  noite. A partir dos 16 anos, a capacidade digestiva de nosso organismo  começa a diminuir e uma digestão difícil atrapalha terrivelmente o sono;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt; &lt;td valign="top"&gt;*Use a cama apenas para dormir, e  não para ver televisão, ler ou jogar &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;videogame&lt;/span&gt;, pois esses hábitos são  desfavoráveis ao sono;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td class="sec_corpo" valign="top"&gt;7.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td valign="top"&gt;* A melhor posição para dormir é de  lado, com as pernas ligeiramente  flexionadas e um travesseiro não muito  alto apoiando o rosto. Não se  esqueça de colocar uma almofada entre as  pernas na altura dos joelhos. A  densidade correta do colchão é  fundamental!&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td class="sec_corpo" valign="top"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt; &lt;td valign="top"&gt;* &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Se estiver numa noite de &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;insônia&lt;/span&gt;,  não fique na cama forçando o sono. Levante-se, procure alguma &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;atividade&lt;/span&gt; e  só retorne &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;quando sentir sono;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td class="sec_corpo" valign="top"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;E outras mais :&lt;br /&gt;        &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica;font-size:180%;color:#CC0000;"&gt;Conselhos para Dormir Melhor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        &lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica;"&gt;À noite, procure comer somente alimentos de fácil digestão     e não exagerar nas quantidades&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica;"&gt;Evite tomar café, chás com cafeína (como chá-preto e     chá-mate) e refrigerantes derivados da cola, pois todos são estimulantes ("despertam").&lt;/span&gt;     &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica;"&gt;Evite dormir com a TV ligada, uma vez que isso impede que você chegue à     fase de sono profundo.&lt;/span&gt;     &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica;"&gt;Apague todas as luzes, inclusive a do &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;abajur&lt;/span&gt;, do corredor e do banheiro&lt;/span&gt;     &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica;"&gt;Vede bem as janelas para não ser acordado(a) pela luz da manhã&lt;/span&gt;     &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica;"&gt;Não leve livros estimulantes nem trabalho para a cama&lt;/span&gt;     &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica;"&gt;Procure usar colchões confortáveis e silenciosos&lt;/span&gt;     &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica;"&gt;Tire da cabeceira o telefone celular e relógios&lt;/span&gt;     &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica;"&gt;Tome um banho quente, de preferência na banheira, para ajudar a relaxar,     antes de ir dormir&lt;/span&gt;     &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica;"&gt;Procure seguir uma rotina à hora de dormir, isso ajuda a induzir o sono&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Autora:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Dra&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Regeane&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Trabulsi&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Cronfli&lt;/span&gt;, médica formada pela Faculdade de Medicina da &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;USP&lt;/span&gt;, especialista em &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Endocrinologia&lt;/span&gt; e &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Metabologia&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Tel&lt;/span&gt;. (11)3862-9351.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30409106-980661296543347735?l=adrianaroos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adrianaroos.blogspot.com/feeds/980661296543347735/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30409106&amp;postID=980661296543347735&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30409106/posts/default/980661296543347735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30409106/posts/default/980661296543347735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adrianaroos.blogspot.com/2011/09/insonia.html' title='Insônia'/><author><name>Adriana Roos</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/117449994589545496643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-UFwTKuk1BDM/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/Klq5bMaPkSg/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WSThL1OZN_M/TnGvZF5ve5I/AAAAAAAAOEE/w_8Ssa2rag0/s72-c/sono.jpg-600x450.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30409106.post-5549461721763987004</id><published>2011-09-03T13:27:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2011-12-19T13:37:44.786-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='netos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amor'/><title type='text'>NICOLAS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_RHOYLENAew/TmJI8rcSfTI/AAAAAAAAOCI/MpNUS_1ofYE/s1600/DSC00274.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5648157089966751026" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_RHOYLENAew/TmJI8rcSfTI/AAAAAAAAOCI/MpNUS_1ofYE/s320/DSC00274.JPG" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 240px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-u7Ut92V3N9U/TmJI80rRk2I/AAAAAAAAOCQ/Cjcl0hdL_eU/s1600/DSC00308.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5648157092445524834" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-u7Ut92V3N9U/TmJI80rRk2I/AAAAAAAAOCQ/Cjcl0hdL_eU/s320/DSC00308.JPG" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 240px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nasceu com 3,800 kg, 52 cm, cesarea,no dia 17.08.2011 um lindo garotinho, com cara de garoto!&lt;br /&gt;Ele é saudável, mama muito, dorme bem, adora um bom banho e tem tornado nossa casa mais feliz!&lt;br /&gt;O mais legal de tudo é que ele é meu neto!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30409106-5549461721763987004?l=adrianaroos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adrianaroos.blogspot.com/feeds/5549461721763987004/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30409106&amp;postID=5549461721763987004&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30409106/posts/default/5549461721763987004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30409106/posts/default/5549461721763987004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adrianaroos.blogspot.com/2011/09/nicolas.html' title='NICOLAS'/><author><name>Adriana Roos</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/117449994589545496643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-UFwTKuk1BDM/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/Klq5bMaPkSg/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_RHOYLENAew/TmJI8rcSfTI/AAAAAAAAOCI/MpNUS_1ofYE/s72-c/DSC00274.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30409106.post-8784489275199179906</id><published>2011-08-16T21:41:00.005-02:00</published><updated>2011-08-16T22:10:49.800-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='coisas da vida.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dia-a-dia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='CELULARES'/><title type='text'>CELULAR MAIS SIMPLES POSSIVEL</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Dri&lt;/span&gt;, vi uma reportagem de uma socióloga dizendo que o bom é usarmos um celular "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;o mais simples possível&lt;/span&gt;"..." - disse meu marido para mim agora a pouco.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ta. Eu disse.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--inQn6m7_kk/TksEmVky2LI/AAAAAAAAN-Q/zFoZR2ASdRc/s1600/celular-nokia-1208.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BOM,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Eu não&lt;/span&gt; quero usar um celular mais simples possível.&lt;br /&gt;Eu detesto&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; celular  o mais simples possível&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;"Na verdade se &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;voce&lt;/span&gt; acha isso, vamos trocar. Eu te dou o meu - que È O MAIS SIMPLES &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;POSSÌVEL&lt;/span&gt;- e &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;voce&lt;/span&gt; me dá o seu!" eu disse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--inQn6m7_kk/TksEmVky2LI/AAAAAAAAN-Q/zFoZR2ASdRc/s1600/celular-nokia-1208.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ele riu.&lt;br /&gt;Claro... o dele &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;acessa&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;internet&lt;/span&gt;, tira fotos, filma, toca música, tem vários &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;horarios&lt;/span&gt; para colocar para despertar, tem cartão de memória, etc e etc...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O meu, um &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;modelinho&lt;/span&gt; BEM SIMPLES - sem &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;camera&lt;/span&gt;, sem &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;fone&lt;/span&gt;, sem &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;cartao&lt;/span&gt; de memoria - alias um celular &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;so&lt;/span&gt; para ligar e receber chamadas.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--inQn6m7_kk/TksEmVky2LI/AAAAAAAAN-Q/zFoZR2ASdRc/s1600/celular-nokia-1208.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 118px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--inQn6m7_kk/TksEmVky2LI/AAAAAAAAN-Q/zFoZR2ASdRc/s320/celular-nokia-1208.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641608014884690098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fiquei dois anos com ele, e usando &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;tambem&lt;/span&gt; um &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;nokia&lt;/span&gt;, com &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;camera&lt;/span&gt;, mas sem &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;cartao&lt;/span&gt; de memória, o que restringe bem a quantidade de fotos ou filmes que posso armazenar, até que resolvi me dar de presente de natal um Motorola com teclado &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Qwerty&lt;/span&gt;, com &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;dois&lt;/span&gt; chips e que era simplesmente lindo, para parar de andar com dois celulares, um para falar com todo mundo, e um para falar com as pessoas que usam VIVO...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eHEkcOt0oRw/TksGurcfX6I/AAAAAAAAN-Y/xpVHyMUVBSA/s1600/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 259px; height: 194px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eHEkcOt0oRw/TksGurcfX6I/AAAAAAAAN-Y/xpVHyMUVBSA/s320/images.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641610357217648546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Só que - depois de dois meses   de uso e ainda com vinte e quatro &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;prestações&lt;/span&gt; a pagar - ELE FOI ROUBADO!&lt;br /&gt;Revoltada, comprei um chinês - com dois chips e uma bateria que tinha que ser recarregada todo dia, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;senão&lt;/span&gt; toda hora, que PERDI!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;Lazarenta&lt;/span&gt;, azarada que ando com celulares este ano, consegui perder o &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;NOKIA&lt;/span&gt;  velhinho!&lt;br /&gt;Voltei a usar o "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;celular&lt;/span&gt; mais simples possível" , para meu desgosto. Só tem uma &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;vantagem esse&lt;/span&gt; tipo de &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;celular&lt;/span&gt;, alem de ser o mais barato - NUNCA É ROUBADO, sabem porque?&lt;br /&gt;NINGUÉM QUER!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30409106-8784489275199179906?l=adrianaroos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adrianaroos.blogspot.com/feeds/8784489275199179906/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30409106&amp;postID=8784489275199179906&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30409106/posts/default/8784489275199179906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30409106/posts/default/8784489275199179906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adrianaroos.blogspot.com/2011/08/celular-mais-simples-possivel.html' title='CELULAR MAIS SIMPLES POSSIVEL'/><author><name>Adriana Roos</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/117449994589545496643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-UFwTKuk1BDM/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/Klq5bMaPkSg/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--inQn6m7_kk/TksEmVky2LI/AAAAAAAAN-Q/zFoZR2ASdRc/s72-c/celular-nokia-1208.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30409106.post-8760540433207412050</id><published>2011-08-05T16:53:00.005-02:00</published><updated>2011-08-05T16:57:35.293-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='neto'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='filhos'/><title type='text'>Logo, logo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qZLfFfX465Y/Tjw83CqVs6I/AAAAAAAAN-E/KAi2oBexRUQ/s1600/ATT00009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 194px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qZLfFfX465Y/Tjw83CqVs6I/AAAAAAAAN-E/KAi2oBexRUQ/s320/ATT00009.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5637447749865943970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vem chegando&lt;br /&gt;Meu &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;princípe&lt;/span&gt; menino&lt;br /&gt;Meu bebê querido&lt;br /&gt;Amado e aguardado&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Nicholas&lt;/span&gt; ou José&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Noah&lt;/span&gt; ou &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Brendon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;carinha&lt;/span&gt; terá&lt;br /&gt;Que sorriso esboçará?&lt;br /&gt;Os olhos verdes da avó?&lt;br /&gt;O sorriso da mãe ou do pai?&lt;br /&gt;Nariz igual ao da irmã?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seja bem-vindo meu bebê&lt;br /&gt;Que Deus o abençoe muito&lt;br /&gt;E te faça feliz &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;conosco&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30409106-8760540433207412050?l=adrianaroos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adrianaroos.blogspot.com/feeds/8760540433207412050/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30409106&amp;postID=8760540433207412050&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30409106/posts/default/8760540433207412050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30409106/posts/default/8760540433207412050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adrianaroos.blogspot.com/2011/08/logo-logo.html' title='Logo, logo'/><author><name>Adriana Roos</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/117449994589545496643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-UFwTKuk1BDM/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/Klq5bMaPkSg/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qZLfFfX465Y/Tjw83CqVs6I/AAAAAAAAN-E/KAi2oBexRUQ/s72-c/ATT00009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30409106.post-9109957505603369160</id><published>2011-07-15T00:49:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2011-07-15T01:10:02.183-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='festas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='curiosidades sobre o país'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tradições'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cultura'/><title type='text'>Revelando</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-38v-9omeGhw/Th-t_yfPi0I/AAAAAAAAN9M/SxFZ2_UepyU/s1600/joaopai%2B09jul11%2B003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-38v-9omeGhw/Th-t_yfPi0I/AAAAAAAAN9M/SxFZ2_UepyU/s320/joaopai%2B09jul11%2B003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629409370632588098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CoU3U9PZigw/Th-t_duiFlI/AAAAAAAAN9E/ya0O60RgYbg/s1600/joaopai%2B09jul11%2B007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CoU3U9PZigw/Th-t_duiFlI/AAAAAAAAN9E/ya0O60RgYbg/s320/joaopai%2B09jul11%2B007.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629409365059573330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bqxmIyfo2QM/Th-rfsyOCgI/AAAAAAAAN84/Bu0y9gY1dUw/s1600/joaopai%2B09jul11%2B006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bqxmIyfo2QM/Th-rfsyOCgI/AAAAAAAAN84/Bu0y9gY1dUw/s320/joaopai%2B09jul11%2B006.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629406620322499074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Festa do REVELANDO SAO PAULO - muita comida boa, muito artesanato e cultura regional.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30409106-9109957505603369160?l=adrianaroos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adrianaroos.blogspot.com/feeds/9109957505603369160/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30409106&amp;postID=9109957505603369160&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30409106/posts/default/9109957505603369160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30409106/posts/default/9109957505603369160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adrianaroos.blogspot.com/2011/07/revelando.html' title='Revelando'/><author><name>Adriana Roos</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/117449994589545496643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-UFwTKuk1BDM/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/Klq5bMaPkSg/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-38v-9omeGhw/Th-t_yfPi0I/AAAAAAAAN9M/SxFZ2_UepyU/s72-c/joaopai%2B09jul11%2B003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30409106.post-2285945628634430109</id><published>2011-06-24T17:58:00.004-02:00</published><updated>2011-06-24T18:14:43.987-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='comidinhas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tradições'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bolinho caipira'/><title type='text'>Feriado prolongado</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eMhdAGZXpnw/TgTwJt2-lDI/AAAAAAAAN7s/iQ24JHefdFw/s1600/manha-viva-outras-novas-029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eMhdAGZXpnw/TgTwJt2-lDI/AAAAAAAAN7s/iQ24JHefdFw/s320/manha-viva-outras-novas-029.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621882284584899634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje emenda de feriado - ontem Corpus Christi - estamos curtindo aqui em casa a vida familiar.&lt;br /&gt;Almoço junino, com bolinho caipira de dois tipos de Sao José e de Caçapava - receitas no link:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://http//cybercook.terra.com.br/bolinho-caipira-na-comunidade.html?codigo=2171"&gt;http://cybercook.terra.com.br/bolinho-caipira-na-comunidade.html?codigo=2171&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e o de Caçapava :&lt;a href="http://papo-na-cozinha.blogspot.com/2007/06/bolinho-caipira-de-caapava.html"&gt;http://papo-na-cozinha.blogspot.com/2007/06/bolinho-caipira-de-caapava.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;São tradicionais em todo o Vale do Paraiba, sofrendo pequenas modificações de cidade pra cidade.&lt;br /&gt;São fáceis de fazer e deliciosos!&lt;br /&gt;Vale a pena experimentar.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30409106-2285945628634430109?l=adrianaroos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adrianaroos.blogspot.com/feeds/2285945628634430109/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30409106&amp;postID=2285945628634430109&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30409106/posts/default/2285945628634430109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30409106/posts/default/2285945628634430109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adrianaroos.blogspot.com/2011/06/feriado-prolongado.html' title='Feriado prolongado'/><author><name>Adriana Roos</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/117449994589545496643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-UFwTKuk1BDM/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/Klq5bMaPkSg/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eMhdAGZXpnw/TgTwJt2-lDI/AAAAAAAAN7s/iQ24JHefdFw/s72-c/manha-viva-outras-novas-029.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30409106.post-2103697865517573209</id><published>2011-06-19T23:25:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2011-06-19T23:48:06.406-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='coisas da vida.'/><title type='text'>tudo passa</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QFARPu6avhk/Tf6iREtE-oI/AAAAAAAAN7c/eAV5pUp8sUE/s1600/20deoutubro2010%2B212.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apesar de não ser apagado, o pior sempre passa.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30409106-2103697865517573209?l=adrianaroos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adrianaroos.blogspot.com/feeds/2103697865517573209/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30409106&amp;postID=2103697865517573209&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30409106/posts/default/2103697865517573209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30409106/posts/default/2103697865517573209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adrianaroos.blogspot.com/2011/06/tudo-passa.html' title='tudo passa'/><author><name>Adriana Roos</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/117449994589545496643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-UFwTKuk1BDM/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/Klq5bMaPkSg/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30409106.post-4341459516883079077</id><published>2011-06-15T00:05:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2011-06-15T00:05:49.221-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Tive dificuldades com uma flor</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VIZ2ddav8LU/TfgO2kINkPI/AAAAAAAAN64/rZSJ3Tw2Rho/s1600/Le_Petit_Prince_by_Souls265.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VIZ2ddav8LU/TfgO2kINkPI/AAAAAAAAN64/rZSJ3Tw2Rho/s320/Le_Petit_Prince_by_Souls265.jpg" width="230" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,Geneva; font-size: small;"&gt;- Boa noite, disse a serpente. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,Geneva; font-size: small;"&gt;- Em que planeta me encontro ?  Perguntou o príncipezinho. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,Geneva; font-size: small;"&gt;- Na Terra, na África, respondeu a serpente. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,Geneva; font-size: small;"&gt;- Ah!... E não há ninguém na Terra ? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,Geneva; font-size: small;"&gt;- Aqui é o deserto. Não há ninguém nos desertos. A Terra é grande, disse a serpente. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,Geneva; font-size: small;"&gt;O príncipezinho sentou-se numa pedra e ergueu os olhos para o céu : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,Geneva; font-size: small;"&gt;- As estrelas são  todas iluminadas... Não será para que cada um possa um dia encontrar a  sua ?  Olha o meu planeta: está justamente em cima de nós... Mas como  está longe ! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,Geneva; font-size: small;"&gt;- Teu planeta é belo, disse a serpente. Que vens fazer aqui ? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,Geneva; font-size: small;"&gt;- Tive dificuldades com uma flor, disse o príncipe. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,Geneva; font-size: small;"&gt;- Ah !  Exclamou a serpente. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,Geneva; font-size: small;"&gt;E se calaram. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30409106-4341459516883079077?l=adrianaroos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adrianaroos.blogspot.com/feeds/4341459516883079077/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30409106&amp;postID=4341459516883079077&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30409106/posts/default/4341459516883079077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30409106/posts/default/4341459516883079077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adrianaroos.blogspot.com/2011/06/tive-dificuldades-com-uma-flor.html' title='Tive dificuldades com uma flor'/><author><name>Adriana Roos</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/117449994589545496643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-UFwTKuk1BDM/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/Klq5bMaPkSg/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VIZ2ddav8LU/TfgO2kINkPI/AAAAAAAAN64/rZSJ3Tw2Rho/s72-c/Le_Petit_Prince_by_Souls265.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30409106.post-898509602855816233</id><published>2011-06-14T22:15:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2011-06-14T22:15:27.588-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Estou tão triste</title><content type='html'>Você já se sentiu tão triste a ponto de querer sumir deste mundo de vez?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AUJq4VzZ_Go/Tff2-LgFCBI/AAAAAAAAN6w/OyCj1UW4oEA/s1600/choro.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AUJq4VzZ_Go/Tff2-LgFCBI/AAAAAAAAN6w/OyCj1UW4oEA/s1600/choro.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30409106-898509602855816233?l=adrianaroos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adrianaroos.blogspot.com/feeds/898509602855816233/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30409106&amp;postID=898509602855816233&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30409106/posts/default/898509602855816233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30409106/posts/default/898509602855816233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adrianaroos.blogspot.com/2011/06/estou-tao-triste.html' title='Estou tão triste'/><author><name>Adriana Roos</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/117449994589545496643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-UFwTKuk1BDM/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/Klq5bMaPkSg/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AUJq4VzZ_Go/Tff2-LgFCBI/AAAAAAAAN6w/OyCj1UW4oEA/s72-c/choro.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30409106.post-1082424004486735268</id><published>2011-06-04T13:56:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2011-06-04T13:56:23.767-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='etica e moral'/><title type='text'>ETICA</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ética&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; é o nome geralmente dado ao ramo da &lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Filosofia" title="Filosofia"&gt;filosofia&lt;/a&gt; dedicado aos assuntos morais. A palavra "ética" é derivada do &lt;a class="mw-redirect" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Grego_antigo" title="Grego antigo"&gt;grego&lt;/a&gt; &lt;i&gt;ἠθικός&lt;/i&gt;, e significa aquilo que pertence ao &lt;i&gt;ἦθος&lt;/i&gt;, ao caráter.&lt;sup class="reference" id="cite_ref-EB_0-0"&gt;&lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/%C3%89tica#cite_note-EB-0"&gt;[1]&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/sup&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Diferencia-se &lt;b&gt;da &lt;a class="mw-redirect" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Moralidade" title="Moralidade"&gt;moral&lt;/a&gt;,  pois enquanto esta se fundamenta na obediência a normas, tabus,  costumes ou mandamentos culturais, hierárquicos ou religiosos recebidos,  a ética, ao contrário, busca fundamentar o bom modo de viver pelo &lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pensamento" title="Pensamento"&gt;pensamento&lt;/a&gt; humano.&lt;/b&gt; &lt;sup class="reference" id="cite_ref-1"&gt;&lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/%C3%89tica#cite_note-1"&gt;[2]&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;sup class="reference" id="cite_ref-EticaDHNET_2-0"&gt;&lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/%C3%89tica#cite_note-EticaDHNET-2"&gt;[3]&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na &lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Filosofia_cl%C3%A1ssica" title="Filosofia clássica"&gt;filosofia clássica&lt;/a&gt;, a ética não se resumia à moral (entendida como "costume", ou "hábito", do &lt;a class="mw-redirect" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/L%C3%ADngua_latina" title="Língua latina"&gt;latim&lt;/a&gt; &lt;i&gt;mos, mores&lt;/i&gt;), mas buscava a fundamentação teórica para encontrar o melhor modo de viver e conviver, isto é, a busca do melhor &lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Estilo_de_vida" title="Estilo de vida"&gt;estilo de vida&lt;/a&gt;, tanto na &lt;a class="mw-redirect" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Vida_privada" title="Vida privada"&gt;vida privada&lt;/a&gt; quanto em &lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Vida_social" title="Vida social"&gt;público&lt;/a&gt;. A ética incluia a maioria dos campos de conhecimento que não eram abrangidos na &lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Filosofia_natural" title="Filosofia natural"&gt;física&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Metaf%C3%ADsica" title="Metafísica"&gt;metafísica&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Est%C3%A9tica" title="Estética"&gt;estética&lt;/a&gt;, na &lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/L%C3%B3gica" title="Lógica"&gt;lógica&lt;/a&gt;, na &lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dial%C3%A9tica" title="Dialética"&gt;dialética&lt;/a&gt; e nem na &lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ret%C3%B3rica" title="Retórica"&gt;retórica&lt;/a&gt;. Assim, a ética abrangia os campos que atualmente são denominados &lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Antropologia" title="Antropologia"&gt;antropologia&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Psicologia" title="Psicologia"&gt;psicologia&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sociologia" title="Sociologia"&gt;sociologia&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Economia" title="Economia"&gt;economia&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pedagogia" title="Pedagogia"&gt;pedagogia&lt;/a&gt;, às vezes &lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pol%C3%ADtica" title="Política"&gt;política&lt;/a&gt;, e até mesmo &lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Educa%C3%A7%C3%A3o_f%C3%ADsica" title="Educação física"&gt;educação física&lt;/a&gt; e &lt;a class="mw-redirect" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Diet%C3%A9tica" title="Dietética"&gt;dietética&lt;/a&gt;,  em suma, campos direta ou indiretamente ligados ao que influi na  maneira de viver ou estilo de vida. Um exemplo desta visão clássica da  ética pode ser encontrado na obra &lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/%C3%89tica_demonstrada_%C3%A0_maneira_dos_ge%C3%B4metras" title="Ética demonstrada à maneira dos geômetras"&gt;Ética&lt;/a&gt;, de &lt;a class="mw-redirect" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Espinoza" title="Espinoza"&gt;Espinoza&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Porém, com a crescente profissionalização e especialização do conhecimento que se seguiu à &lt;a class="mw-redirect" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Revolu%C3%A7%C3%A3o_industrial" title="Revolução industrial"&gt;revolução industrial&lt;/a&gt;,  a maioria dos campos que eram objeto de estudo da filosofia,  particularmente da ética, foram estabelecidos como disciplinas  científicas independentes. Assim, é comum que atualmente a ética seja  definida como "a área da filosofia que se ocupa do estudo das normas  morais nas sociedades humanas" &lt;sup class="reference" id="cite_ref-EthicsCornell_3-0"&gt;&lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/%C3%89tica#cite_note-EthicsCornell-3"&gt;[4]&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;  e busca explicar e justificar os costumes de um determinado agrupamento  humano, bem como fornecer subsídios para a solução de seus &lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dilema" title="Dilema"&gt;dilemas&lt;/a&gt;  mais comuns. Neste sentido, ética pode ser definida como a ciência que  estuda a conduta humana e a moral é a qualidade desta conduta, quando  julga-se do ponto de vista do Bem e do Mal.&lt;br /&gt;A ética também não deve ser confundida com a &lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Lei" title="Lei"&gt;lei&lt;/a&gt;,  embora com certa frequência a lei tenha como base princípios éticos. Ao  contrário do que ocorre com a lei, nenhum indivíduo pode ser compelido,  pelo Estado ou por outros indivíduos, a cumprir as normas éticas, nem  sofrer qualquer sanção pela desobediência a estas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Texto retirado da WIKIPÉDIA;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30409106-1082424004486735268?l=adrianaroos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adrianaroos.blogspot.com/feeds/1082424004486735268/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30409106&amp;postID=1082424004486735268&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30409106/posts/default/1082424004486735268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30409106/posts/default/1082424004486735268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adrianaroos.blogspot.com/2011/06/etica.html' title='ETICA'/><author><name>Adriana Roos</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/117449994589545496643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-UFwTKuk1BDM/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/Klq5bMaPkSg/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30409106.post-8148263061606958906</id><published>2011-06-01T22:49:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2011-06-01T22:49:38.250-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='passaros'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='aves'/><title type='text'>AVES</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.wikiaves.com.br/fotogrande.php?f=23617"&gt;Lindos&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30409106-8148263061606958906?l=adrianaroos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adrianaroos.blogspot.com/feeds/8148263061606958906/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30409106&amp;postID=8148263061606958906&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30409106/posts/default/8148263061606958906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30409106/posts/default/8148263061606958906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adrianaroos.blogspot.com/2011/06/aves.html' title='AVES'/><author><name>Adriana Roos</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/117449994589545496643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-UFwTKuk1BDM/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/Klq5bMaPkSg/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30409106.post-5540693344733908420</id><published>2011-05-31T01:23:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2011-05-31T01:28:23.548-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='passeios'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mercado municipal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Escher'/><title type='text'>Passeando em Sampa</title><content type='html'>E sabado fomos com a equipe da Prefeitura Municipal visitar a exposição (no lindo Centro Cultural do Banco do Brasil) de ESPER.&lt;br /&gt;Para quem não conhece é um artista holandês, que trabalhava usando ilusão de óptica, criando cenas impossíveis, e ainda planos matemáticos e simetrias.&lt;br /&gt;Toda gravura dele é um atrativo ao olhar mais, conhecer mais, ver se voce viu tudo mesmo que ele colocou lá.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-O5IctTyPY0U/TeQyeYQgPHI/AAAAAAAAN5Q/9r8Mtv3cXFg/s1600/escher5.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-O5IctTyPY0U/TeQyeYQgPHI/AAAAAAAAN5Q/9r8Mtv3cXFg/s1600/escher5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-is81HrGKo5s/TeQ25Z79FuI/AAAAAAAAN5g/pomvdLr9lBo/s1600/birds2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="185" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-is81HrGKo5s/TeQ25Z79FuI/AAAAAAAAN5g/pomvdLr9lBo/s320/birds2.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Visite para ver mais imagens: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.unesp.br/%7Ejroberto/escher.htm"&gt;http://www.unesp.br/~jroberto/escher.htm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Além da exposição fomos no Mercado Municipal de São Paulo, onde entre tantos cheiros, formas e cores optamos por um maravilhoso pastel de bacalhau, com muuito bacalhau!&lt;br /&gt;E ainda, frutas cristalizadas: pessego, maça, abacaxi uhmmmmmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lZrtyktmtLA/TeQ8A5OBP1I/AAAAAAAAN5o/7CjPM7pSqa0/s1600/CIMG5160.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lZrtyktmtLA/TeQ8A5OBP1I/AAAAAAAAN5o/7CjPM7pSqa0/s320/CIMG5160.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5TTizJgYWIU/TeQ9FD9TtjI/AAAAAAAAN5w/dzEXkPwhZ6c/s1600/CIMG5148.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5TTizJgYWIU/TeQ9FD9TtjI/AAAAAAAAN5w/dzEXkPwhZ6c/s320/CIMG5148.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Mais para frente em uma barraca de frutas experimentei uma mistura de fruta do conde com pitaia, um gosto doce parecido com leite condensado. Maravilhoso!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2cZJPcx03KM/TeQ-NjA8LAI/AAAAAAAAN54/ahUpr4_cUEo/s1600/CIMG5149.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2cZJPcx03KM/TeQ-NjA8LAI/AAAAAAAAN54/ahUpr4_cUEo/s320/CIMG5149.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-x2Q3VOms-RM/TeQ_cuZypuI/AAAAAAAAN6A/IGLkXjwXdbc/s1600/CIMG5152.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-x2Q3VOms-RM/TeQ_cuZypuI/AAAAAAAAN6A/IGLkXjwXdbc/s320/CIMG5152.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Y5w0XRrZ9ow/TeRAzaqmPXI/AAAAAAAAN6I/sApvfbaJ5BY/s1600/CIMG5153.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Y5w0XRrZ9ow/TeRAzaqmPXI/AAAAAAAAN6I/sApvfbaJ5BY/s320/CIMG5153.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Tudo lindo, tudo gostoso, só faltou meu amor Jo ao meu&amp;nbsp; lado mesmo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="goog_341080455"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="goog_341080456"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30409106-5540693344733908420?l=adrianaroos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adrianaroos.blogspot.com/feeds/5540693344733908420/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30409106&amp;postID=5540693344733908420&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30409106/posts/default/5540693344733908420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30409106/posts/default/5540693344733908420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adrianaroos.blogspot.com/2011/05/passeando-em-sampa.html' title='Passeando em Sampa'/><author><name>Adriana Roos</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/117449994589545496643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-UFwTKuk1BDM/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/Klq5bMaPkSg/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QAdsM9VRQfo/TeQycg7T0HI/AAAAAAAAN5M/4RgdsP1VSIc/s72-c/escher3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30409106.post-4153035722230487698</id><published>2011-04-29T22:10:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2011-05-04T21:50:29.111-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sentimentos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='?'/><title type='text'>Alguem me explica?</title><content type='html'>Porque tantas vezes tenho vontade de fazer as coisas, chego a marcar mas na hora de sair de casa, minha vontade é de ficar!&lt;br /&gt;Mesmo que seja algo gostoso, que eu quero fazer, como ir na manicure, massagem, cortar o cabelo, casa de amiga, irmã?&lt;br /&gt;Não sei qual a explicação para isso!&lt;br /&gt;Sei que sofro desse problema.&lt;br /&gt;Muitas vezes falta coragem de acordar para ir me divertir!&lt;br /&gt;Se durmo a tarde, por exemplo, porque acordei cedo demais, e tenho um compromisso para o final da tarde, tenho vontade de não ir, desmarcar ou faltar, preciso fazer um esforço enorme para me convencer a levantar.&lt;br /&gt;Isso sempre!&lt;br /&gt;Ai,&amp;nbsp; não queria ser assim! Queria ser animada com tudo que fosse fazer, desde o início!&lt;br /&gt;Queria estar sempre disposta a pegar o carro e ir para la e para cá, levando e trazendo as pessoas que me pedem ou que eu sei que precisam de uma carona no&amp;nbsp; meio do meu "doce far niente"!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wNTwFuuTv3s/TbtOrvDBcxI/AAAAAAAAN4M/ktwHpoUBIUw/s1600/b569bccf1c8055779640e0594d0d1177.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wNTwFuuTv3s/TbtOrvDBcxI/AAAAAAAAN4M/ktwHpoUBIUw/s320/b569bccf1c8055779640e0594d0d1177.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30409106-4153035722230487698?l=adrianaroos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adrianaroos.blogspot.com/feeds/4153035722230487698/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30409106&amp;postID=4153035722230487698&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30409106/posts/default/4153035722230487698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30409106/posts/default/4153035722230487698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adrianaroos.blogspot.com/2011/04/alguem-me-explica.html' title='Alguem me explica?'/><author><name>Adriana Roos</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/117449994589545496643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-UFwTKuk1BDM/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/Klq5bMaPkSg/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wNTwFuuTv3s/TbtOrvDBcxI/AAAAAAAAN4M/ktwHpoUBIUw/s72-c/b569bccf1c8055779640e0594d0d1177.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30409106.post-4827616145502619821</id><published>2011-04-05T19:38:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2011-04-05T19:38:30.929-02:00</updated><title type='text'>ONE-(U2) TRADUÇÃO</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/t8DSmxt9ZU4?fs=1" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30409106-4827616145502619821?l=adrianaroos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adrianaroos.blogspot.com/feeds/4827616145502619821/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30409106&amp;postID=4827616145502619821&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30409106/posts/default/4827616145502619821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30409106/posts/default/4827616145502619821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adrianaroos.blogspot.com/2011/04/one-u2-traducao.html' title='ONE-(U2) TRADUÇÃO'/><author><name>Adriana Roos</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/117449994589545496643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-UFwTKuk1BDM/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/Klq5bMaPkSg/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/t8DSmxt9ZU4/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30409106.post-2711450207178313564</id><published>2011-04-05T19:03:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2011-04-05T19:03:57.655-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Manamana! 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(Original 1969 Version)'/><author><name>Adriana Roos</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/117449994589545496643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-UFwTKuk1BDM/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/Klq5bMaPkSg/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/qXt6f5WS0vg/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30409106.post-8849451542722204751</id><published>2011-04-05T19:02:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2011-04-05T19:02:29.533-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Muppet Show - Mahna Mahna Original</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/NA90IlymdZ4?fs=1" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30409106-8849451542722204751?l=adrianaroos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adrianaroos.blogspot.com/feeds/8849451542722204751/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30409106&amp;postID=8849451542722204751&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30409106/posts/default/8849451542722204751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30409106/posts/default/8849451542722204751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adrianaroos.blogspot.com/2011/04/muppet-show-mahna-mahna-original.html' title='Muppet Show - Mahna Mahna Original'/><author><name>Adriana Roos</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/117449994589545496643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-UFwTKuk1BDM/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/Klq5bMaPkSg/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/NA90IlymdZ4/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30409106.post-3829288064867716390</id><published>2011-03-29T19:21:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2011-03-29T19:24:20.471-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='alegria'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sentimentos'/><title type='text'>Bye Bye Tristeza</title><content type='html'>Eu não estou aqui pra sofrer&lt;br /&gt;Vou sentir saudade pra que&lt;br /&gt;Quero ser feliz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye bye tristeza não precisa voltar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ninguem aqui é puro anjo ou demonio&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nem sabe a receita&lt;br /&gt;De viver feliz&lt;br /&gt;Não dá prá separar&lt;br /&gt;O que é real do sonho...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Já sei errar sozinha sem pedir conselhos&lt;br /&gt;Se eu sofrer quem é que vai chorar por mim?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Já sei olhar pra mim&lt;br /&gt;Sem precisar de espelhos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não me diga que não&lt;br /&gt;E nem me diga sim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu não estou aqui pra sofrer&lt;br /&gt;Vou sentir saudade pra que&lt;br /&gt;Quero ser feliz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Bye Bye tristeza nao precisa voltar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;Carlos Colla&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rSgbv7_AR04/TZJNS4pVVUI/AAAAAAAAN3s/FNFma5bYopI/s1600/mulher-rosto-protetor-solar-sorriso.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Carlos Colla&lt;/i&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="293" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rSgbv7_AR04/TZJNS4pVVUI/AAAAAAAAN3s/FNFma5bYopI/s320/mulher-rosto-protetor-solar-sorriso.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30409106-3829288064867716390?l=adrianaroos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adrianaroos.blogspot.com/feeds/3829288064867716390/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30409106&amp;postID=3829288064867716390&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30409106/posts/default/3829288064867716390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30409106/posts/default/3829288064867716390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adrianaroos.blogspot.com/2011/03/bye-bye-tristeza.html' title='Bye Bye Tristeza'/><author><name>Adriana Roos</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/117449994589545496643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-UFwTKuk1BDM/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/Klq5bMaPkSg/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rSgbv7_AR04/TZJNS4pVVUI/AAAAAAAAN3s/FNFma5bYopI/s72-c/mulher-rosto-protetor-solar-sorriso.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30409106.post-2756427295232689074</id><published>2011-03-13T23:44:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2011-03-14T00:27:49.535-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='aniversário'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='alma'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='antónio'/><title type='text'>Aniversário</title><content type='html'>Amanha é um dia muito especial, 14 de março!&lt;br /&gt;Aniversario de meu segundo filho, Jean.&lt;br /&gt;Lindo, me deu uma&amp;nbsp; neta linda tambem, a Bianca, e agora espera junto com a Juliana o segundo bebe.&lt;br /&gt;Parabens filho! Que só de bençãos se encha a sua vida e de todos que o cercam!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30409106-2756427295232689074?l=adrianaroos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adrianaroos.blogspot.com/feeds/2756427295232689074/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30409106&amp;postID=2756427295232689074&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30409106/posts/default/2756427295232689074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30409106/posts/default/2756427295232689074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adrianaroos.blogspot.com/2011/03/sem-comentarios.html' title='Aniversário'/><author><name>Adriana Roos</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/117449994589545496643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-UFwTKuk1BDM/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/Klq5bMaPkSg/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30409106.post-6360270695509960044</id><published>2011-03-09T16:40:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2011-03-09T16:40:02.927-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chuva'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beleza natural'/><title type='text'>Chuva</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-f6zsHRqDIik/TXfFuCgCoPI/AAAAAAAAN2k/JGQpyALp31s/s1600/chuva2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-f6zsHRqDIik/TXfFuCgCoPI/AAAAAAAAN2k/JGQpyALp31s/s320/chuva2.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Chove, chove e chove.&lt;br /&gt;Neste feriado de carnaval choveu tudo e mais um pouco!&lt;br /&gt;A chuva é boa, necessaria, gostosa quando vem depois de um tempo bom sem chover.&lt;br /&gt;É boa para o equilibrio da vida. Boa para as plantas e os animais.&lt;br /&gt;Mas em excesso cansa.&lt;br /&gt;E alaga.&lt;br /&gt;Mas nao é culpa da natureza que chova demais ou de menos em certos lugares.&lt;br /&gt;É nossa.&lt;br /&gt;Indiretamente somos nós os culpados.&lt;br /&gt;Ou pela poluição- desequilibrio ambiental- ou por estarmos ocupando áreas que não deveriam ser ocupadas.&lt;br /&gt;Mas que chove, chove! Muito estes dias por aqui no Brasil!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30409106-6360270695509960044?l=adrianaroos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adrianaroos.blogspot.com/feeds/6360270695509960044/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30409106&amp;postID=6360270695509960044&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30409106/posts/default/6360270695509960044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30409106/posts/default/6360270695509960044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adrianaroos.blogspot.com/2011/03/chuva.html' title='Chuva'/><author><name>Adriana Roos</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/117449994589545496643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-UFwTKuk1BDM/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/Klq5bMaPkSg/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-f6zsHRqDIik/TXfFuCgCoPI/AAAAAAAAN2k/JGQpyALp31s/s72-c/chuva2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30409106.post-2027096980329333588</id><published>2011-03-07T02:27:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2011-03-07T02:27:17.822-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='família'/><title type='text'>Ingles</title><content type='html'>Eu nao falo nem escrevo em ingles. Este ano tenho minhas metas e esta é uma delas.&lt;br /&gt;Outra é entrar na academia e melhorar meu condicionamento/musculatura/corpo.&lt;br /&gt;Vamos ver. E trocar de carro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Engraçado que em uma dinamica que fizemos semana passada sobre sonhos, nenhum desses me pareceu bom o bastante.&lt;br /&gt;A dinamica era pra falarmos sobre sonhos.&lt;br /&gt;Sonhos realizados, sonhos a realizar, sonho inesquecivel, e tal.&lt;br /&gt;Eu fui a ultima a falar e meu sonho realizado foi achar o Jo, amor da minha vida, companheiro de todas as situaçoes, meu marido.&lt;br /&gt;A realizar pensei pensei e pensei: ver meus filhos realizados (formados ?), independentes e felizes.&lt;br /&gt;E basta.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30409106-2027096980329333588?l=adrianaroos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adrianaroos.blogspot.com/feeds/2027096980329333588/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30409106&amp;postID=2027096980329333588&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30409106/posts/default/2027096980329333588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30409106/posts/default/2027096980329333588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adrianaroos.blogspot.com/2011/03/ingles.html' title='Ingles'/><author><name>Adriana Roos</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/117449994589545496643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-UFwTKuk1BDM/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/Klq5bMaPkSg/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30409106.post-3910852508597893332</id><published>2011-03-01T22:51:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2011-03-01T22:51:11.928-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vídeos que traduzem sentimentos'/><title type='text'>Don't Cry</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://3.gvt0.com/vi/Md8-Kq6bgvs/0.jpg"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Md8-Kq6bgvs&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266" src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Md8-Kq6bgvs&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30409106-3910852508597893332?l=adrianaroos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adrianaroos.blogspot.com/feeds/3910852508597893332/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30409106&amp;postID=3910852508597893332&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30409106/posts/default/3910852508597893332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30409106/posts/default/3910852508597893332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adrianaroos.blogspot.com/2011/03/dont-cry_01.html' title='Don&apos;t Cry'/><author><name>Adriana Roos</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/117449994589545496643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-UFwTKuk1BDM/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/Klq5bMaPkSg/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30409106.post-2474395501046772693</id><published>2011-03-01T20:25:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2011-03-01T20:26:55.885-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='b'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tempo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='angústia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='triste'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='alma'/><title type='text'>Don't Cry</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: #990000;"&gt;Não chore&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #990000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #990000;"&gt;Não chore&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #990000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;Não chore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mesmo que nada tenha acontecido exatamente pra me fazer chorar...&lt;br /&gt;Mesmo que no geral as coisas estejam fluindo...&lt;br /&gt;Mesmo que algumas coisas estejam impossíveis de aceitar...&lt;br /&gt;E o medo vem me atormentar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't cry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.superpost.com.br/imagens/chorando.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://www.superpost.com.br/imagens/chorando.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30409106-2474395501046772693?l=adrianaroos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adrianaroos.blogspot.com/feeds/2474395501046772693/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30409106&amp;postID=2474395501046772693&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30409106/posts/default/2474395501046772693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30409106/posts/default/2474395501046772693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adrianaroos.blogspot.com/2011/03/dont-cry.html' title='Don&apos;t Cry'/><author><name>Adriana Roos</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/117449994589545496643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-UFwTKuk1BDM/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/Klq5bMaPkSg/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30409106.post-5925327807843401628</id><published>2011-02-20T01:48:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2011-02-20T01:48:13.771-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pensamentos de paz'/><title type='text'>Parada estratégica</title><content type='html'>De vez em quando a gente precisa parar...&lt;br /&gt;Parar pra recarregar a bateria, para por as ideias no lugar, para descansar, para namorar.&lt;br /&gt;A vida hoje em dia esta em um ritmo acelerado e algumas pessoas ainda nao perceberam o valor do ócio.&lt;br /&gt;Deitar na rede.&lt;br /&gt;Ficar a toa olhando o por do sol&lt;br /&gt;Dormir de tarde&lt;br /&gt;Olhar os peixes de um aquario&lt;br /&gt;Deixar o pensamento leve&lt;br /&gt;Ficar tranquilo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um momento de paz absoluta pra voce!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30409106-5925327807843401628?l=adrianaroos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adrianaroos.blogspot.com/feeds/5925327807843401628/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30409106&amp;postID=5925327807843401628&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30409106/posts/default/5925327807843401628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30409106/posts/default/5925327807843401628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adrianaroos.blogspot.com/2011/02/parada-estrategica.html' title='Parada estratégica'/><author><name>Adriana Roos</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/117449994589545496643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-UFwTKuk1BDM/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/Klq5bMaPkSg/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30409106.post-912373989977157222</id><published>2011-02-18T00:24:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2011-02-18T00:24:03.280-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='paineiras'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amor'/><title type='text'>Eu e meu pai</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xbwm28xUH3E/TV3XqYT2DTI/AAAAAAAAN08/vL6qfEdA3uw/s1600/CIMG4114.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xbwm28xUH3E/TV3XqYT2DTI/AAAAAAAAN08/vL6qfEdA3uw/s320/CIMG4114.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span id="goog_1206055792"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="goog_1206055793"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30409106-912373989977157222?l=adrianaroos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adrianaroos.blogspot.com/feeds/912373989977157222/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30409106&amp;postID=912373989977157222&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30409106/posts/default/912373989977157222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30409106/posts/default/912373989977157222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adrianaroos.blogspot.com/2011/02/eu-e-meu-pai.html' title='Eu e meu pai'/><author><name>Adriana Roos</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/117449994589545496643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-UFwTKuk1BDM/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/Klq5bMaPkSg/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xbwm28xUH3E/TV3XqYT2DTI/AAAAAAAAN08/vL6qfEdA3uw/s72-c/CIMG4114.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30409106.post-7710745798376472141</id><published>2011-02-15T20:33:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2011-02-15T20:33:16.849-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='seres humanos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='triste'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='raiva'/><title type='text'>Decepcionada</title><content type='html'>Confiar nas pessoas incondicionalmente nem sempre funciona.&lt;br /&gt;Acredito no ser humano. Acredito na honestidade. Acredito na bondade.&lt;br /&gt;Um ato pode acabar com essa fé?&lt;br /&gt;Não. Não sei. Gostaria de poder dizer incondicionalmente que não e não.&lt;br /&gt;Mas não posso.&lt;br /&gt;Estou triste e muito aborrecida por ter sido roubada.&lt;br /&gt;Por ter esquecido meu celular - telemóvel para meus amigos de Portugal - em cima da mesa do local de onde trabalho - uma escola - e ele sumir. Ninguem viu, ninguem sabe, nada...&lt;br /&gt;Demorei quatro anos pra comprar este celular. Tipo que nao era prioridade pra mim ter um bom celular.&lt;br /&gt;Não precisava. Até que em dezembro resolvi me dar um de presente pois estava meio cansada de carregar dois celulares, pois uso dois chips - um que pega na zona rural e outro que tem bonus diario, uma promoçao em que consigo falar mais por menos...&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;E fiz em dezoito parcelas basicas, das quais só paguei duas.&lt;br /&gt;Dói. Todos meus contatos estao nos chips do dito cujo.&lt;br /&gt;Alguns perdi para todo o sempre, pois nao tenho em outro local anotado - tecnologia ......................pra que marcar em agenda?&lt;br /&gt;To triste. to triste to triste. E ainda pior: com raiva.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30409106-7710745798376472141?l=adrianaroos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adrianaroos.blogspot.com/feeds/7710745798376472141/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30409106&amp;postID=7710745798376472141&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30409106/posts/default/7710745798376472141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30409106/posts/default/7710745798376472141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adrianaroos.blogspot.com/2011/02/decepcionada.html' title='Decepcionada'/><author><name>Adriana Roos</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/117449994589545496643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-UFwTKuk1BDM/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/Klq5bMaPkSg/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30409106.post-4695238534410807110</id><published>2011-02-11T18:34:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2011-02-11T18:34:21.226-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='aniversário'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='a vida é bela'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='antónio'/><title type='text'>13 de fevereiro</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-w3rYC6NrCBU/TVWaPlGsIII/AAAAAAAAN0U/9B4tVpq7f3E/s1600/ubatuba+jo+II+099.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-w3rYC6NrCBU/TVWaPlGsIII/AAAAAAAAN0U/9B4tVpq7f3E/s320/ubatuba+jo+II+099.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Xvn6ZtkeR9Y/TVWT3few-NI/AAAAAAAAN0M/YOkTDGbfJ3s/s1600/UBATUBA+JO+I+%252850%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Neste dia treze&lt;br /&gt;Não tenha medo do azar&lt;br /&gt;Cante comigo&lt;br /&gt;"Parabéns pra Você"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Faça uma prece por mim&lt;br /&gt;Agradeça a Deus pela minha vida&lt;br /&gt;De alguma forma ela cruza com a sua&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me dê um presente:&lt;br /&gt;um abraço ao vivo ou virtual&lt;br /&gt;Sorria comigo e por mim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muitos depois de um tempo não gostam de comemorar seu aniversário porque se lembram que os anos estão passando e estão&amp;nbsp; ficando mais velhos, o que é maravilhoso quando somos crianças ou adolescentes mas nem sempre é maravilhoso ficar mais velho quando achamos que envelhecemos, que os outros nos vêem como "velhos".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas eu, eu gosto de aniversários... &lt;br /&gt;Meus principalmente !&lt;br /&gt;Minha data especial, meu dia, o dia em que eu sou a "rainha" aqui em casa, de maneira mais concreta!&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FELIZ 13 de FEVEREIRO pra todos que também fazem aniversário neste dia!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30409106-4695238534410807110?l=adrianaroos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adrianaroos.blogspot.com/feeds/4695238534410807110/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30409106&amp;postID=4695238534410807110&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30409106/posts/default/4695238534410807110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30409106/posts/default/4695238534410807110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adrianaroos.blogspot.com/2011/02/13-de-fevereiro.html' title='13 de fevereiro'/><author><name>Adriana Roos</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/117449994589545496643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-UFwTKuk1BDM/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/Klq5bMaPkSg/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-w3rYC6NrCBU/TVWaPlGsIII/AAAAAAAAN0U/9B4tVpq7f3E/s72-c/ubatuba+jo+II+099.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30409106.post-7360814032061692023</id><published>2011-01-20T23:34:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2011-01-20T23:35:55.059-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='paineiras'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='a vida é bela'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='família'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amor'/><title type='text'>80 anos</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LTWZTP9nMIU/TTjgDwY-stI/AAAAAAAANxk/nAzYpRqNjNw/s1600/CIMG3409.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LTWZTP9nMIU/TTjgDwY-stI/AAAAAAAANxk/nAzYpRqNjNw/s320/CIMG3409.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LTWZTP9nMIU/TTjeiopcB8I/AAAAAAAANxc/rr4QavWnhqA/s1600/20deoutubro2010+148.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LTWZTP9nMIU/TTjeiopcB8I/AAAAAAAANxc/rr4QavWnhqA/s320/20deoutubro2010+148.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ontem meu pai fez 80 anos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meu pai é uma pessoa linda, cheia de carisma, de amor, de compreensão.&lt;br /&gt;Não há quem não o conheça e não se encante com ele!&lt;br /&gt;Todas as minhas amigas que o conheceram durante a vida, e o conhecem atualmente sempre se lembram dele com carinho, sentem saudades, afeto.&lt;br /&gt;Todos os genros gostam dele. E os ex-genros também!&lt;br /&gt;Os irmãos dos genros, os amigos de nossos filhos, não há quem não goste do "Seu Manoel".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LTWZTP9nMIU/TTjhA6CX-mI/AAAAAAAANxs/fH7ALbZNlE0/s1600/CIMG2696.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LTWZTP9nMIU/TTjhA6CX-mI/AAAAAAAANxs/fH7ALbZNlE0/s320/CIMG2696.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;As filhas, a esposa, as netas-noras (esposas dos meus filhos) a rapaziada da vila, os donos dos botequinhos, enfim, quem conhece,&amp;nbsp; ou gosta ou ao menos simpatiza com ele.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bom pai, bom marido, bom avô. Um sábio. Um homem que lê muito, se informa, conversa sobre todos assuntos, sabe discernir o que deve falar com quem.&lt;br /&gt;Um bisavô adorável!&lt;br /&gt;A Bianca adora o biso. E ele adora ela.&lt;br /&gt;Pai, meu exemplo, meu querido, meu amado PARABÉNS!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30409106-7360814032061692023?l=adrianaroos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adrianaroos.blogspot.com/feeds/7360814032061692023/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30409106&amp;postID=7360814032061692023&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30409106/posts/default/7360814032061692023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30409106/posts/default/7360814032061692023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adrianaroos.blogspot.com/2011/01/80-anos.html' title='80 anos'/><author><name>Adriana Roos</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/117449994589545496643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-UFwTKuk1BDM/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/Klq5bMaPkSg/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LTWZTP9nMIU/TTjgDwY-stI/AAAAAAAANxk/nAzYpRqNjNw/s72-c/CIMG3409.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30409106.post-1734311514733527067</id><published>2011-01-09T01:54:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2011-01-09T01:54:00.072-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Água</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LTWZTP9nMIU/TSkxLIimP4I/AAAAAAAANwc/zS-94tXng0U/s1600/Cold_water_by_brambura33.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LTWZTP9nMIU/TSkxLIimP4I/AAAAAAAANwc/zS-94tXng0U/s1600/Cold_water_by_brambura33.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;O que vai acontecer, se eu colocar o pé?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30409106-1734311514733527067?l=adrianaroos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adrianaroos.blogspot.com/feeds/1734311514733527067/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30409106&amp;postID=1734311514733527067&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30409106/posts/default/1734311514733527067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30409106/posts/default/1734311514733527067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adrianaroos.blogspot.com/2011/01/agua.html' title='Água'/><author><name>Adriana Roos</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/117449994589545496643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-UFwTKuk1BDM/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/Klq5bMaPkSg/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LTWZTP9nMIU/TSkxLIimP4I/AAAAAAAANwc/zS-94tXng0U/s72-c/Cold_water_by_brambura33.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30409106.post-6548128950807039911</id><published>2011-01-05T06:42:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2011-01-05T06:42:35.533-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Brad Pitt'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beleza natural'/><title type='text'>Brad Pitt</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LTWZTP9nMIU/TSQr2eN-d3I/AAAAAAAANvs/KvGLoFQWYyQ/s1600/alg_bradpitt%255B5%255D.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="185" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LTWZTP9nMIU/TSQr2eN-d3I/AAAAAAAANvs/KvGLoFQWYyQ/s320/alg_bradpitt%255B5%255D.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;de todas as postagens que fiz até hoje, nestes anos, a mais procurada e acessada é sem dúvida a do Brad Pitt.&lt;br /&gt;Estes dias li uma reportagem falando sobre 100 coisas que melhoraram com o tempo, e uma dela foi ele...&lt;br /&gt;Em outra vi um artigo sobre a maquiagem muito bem feita em filmes de Hollywood, e entre elas, o envelhecimento do ator.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ele continua lindo, cada vez mais, mesmo ja tendo passado dos 40 anos (nasceu em 18 de Dezembro de 1963).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LTWZTP9nMIU/TSQuzMfTTOI/AAAAAAAANwA/MYyMRYTPpjQ/s1600/Brad-Pitt1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LTWZTP9nMIU/TSQuzMfTTOI/AAAAAAAANwA/MYyMRYTPpjQ/s320/Brad-Pitt1.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LTWZTP9nMIU/TSQuz4frBbI/AAAAAAAANwE/Jux-Eok2WpA/s1600/brad-Pitt.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LTWZTP9nMIU/TSQuz4frBbI/AAAAAAAANwE/Jux-Eok2WpA/s320/brad-Pitt.jpg" width="232" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Depois de ser vampiro, personagem imaginário, detetive, ladrão,  semi-deus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LTWZTP9nMIU/TSQueNTCncI/AAAAAAAANv4/YeJ9YGwaigQ/s1600/images.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LTWZTP9nMIU/TSQueNTCncI/AAAAAAAANv4/YeJ9YGwaigQ/s1600/images.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;, instrutor de academia, espião, portador de uma doença  misteriosa e caçador de nazistas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LTWZTP9nMIU/TSQurTJPUJI/AAAAAAAANv8/6WzRC91PkbI/s1600/Brad-Pitt-Moustache-03.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LTWZTP9nMIU/TSQurTJPUJI/AAAAAAAANv8/6WzRC91PkbI/s320/Brad-Pitt-Moustache-03.jpg" width="233" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Pitt poderá viver agora um piloto de  avião perdido no Triângulo das Bermudas.&lt;br /&gt;Ele vai atuar e produzir um filme,&amp;nbsp; cujo nome é&amp;nbsp; “Dark Void”, segundo a revista &lt;i&gt;Variety&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30409106-6548128950807039911?l=adrianaroos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adrianaroos.blogspot.com/feeds/6548128950807039911/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30409106&amp;postID=6548128950807039911&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30409106/posts/default/6548128950807039911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30409106/posts/default/6548128950807039911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adrianaroos.blogspot.com/2011/01/brad-pitt.html' title='Brad Pitt'/><author><name>Adriana Roos</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/117449994589545496643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-UFwTKuk1BDM/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/Klq5bMaPkSg/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LTWZTP9nMIU/TSQr2eN-d3I/AAAAAAAANvs/KvGLoFQWYyQ/s72-c/alg_bradpitt%255B5%255D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30409106.post-5475798898284950756</id><published>2010-12-28T13:40:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2010-12-28T13:40:39.218-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Queen'/><title type='text'>QUEEN</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/I9DjB3D2_mk?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/I9DjB3D2_mk?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30409106-5475798898284950756?l=adrianaroos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adrianaroos.blogspot.com/feeds/5475798898284950756/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30409106&amp;postID=5475798898284950756&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30409106/posts/default/5475798898284950756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30409106/posts/default/5475798898284950756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adrianaroos.blogspot.com/2010/12/queen.html' title='QUEEN'/><author><name>Adriana Roos</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/117449994589545496643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-UFwTKuk1BDM/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/Klq5bMaPkSg/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30409106.post-5277652654562031156</id><published>2010-12-28T13:25:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2010-12-28T13:25:24.421-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beleza natural'/><title type='text'>Paisagem</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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De acordo com a Polícia Rodoviária Federal, 13  pessoas morreram e 157 ficaram feridas, 21 pessoas foram presas por  dirigirem bêbadas. Ontem, na véspera de Natal, foram 793 acidentes e &lt;b&gt;47  &lt;/b&gt;pessoas morreram.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;    &lt;a href="http://globonews.globo.com/Jornalismo/GN/0,,MUL1637800-17671,00.html"&gt;http://globonews.globo.com/Jornalismo/GN/0,,MUL1637800-17671,00.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E lá em Portugal &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="left" class="titulo-paginas"&gt;Operação Natal: Vítimas mortais duplicaram este ano, apesar dos acidentes terem diminuído&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;A Guarda Nacional Republicana  contabilizou &lt;b&gt;oito &lt;/b&gt;mortos em 868 acidentes  de viação ocorridos nos  quatro dias da Operação Natal, o dobro das  vítimas mortais registadas  no mesmo período de 2009, disse hoje fonte da  GNR.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Tivemos menos acidentes e menos feridos, mas o número de  mortos  duplicou”, explicou a mesma fonte da GNR, acrescentando não ser  ainda  possível apurar as causas para esta situação.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ainda  assim, a GNR não hesita em adiantar que as infrações mais  detetadas nos  quatro dias da Operação Natal – entre as 00:00 de  quinta-feira e a  meia-noite de domingo – foram a velocidade excessiva, o  uso de  telemóvel no ato da condução e a condução e manobras perigosas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Este  ano, e de acordo com as informações atualizadas, a GNR contabilizou   868 acidentes (menos 335 do que em idêntico período do ano passado), 21   feridos graves (menos quatro do que no ano anterior) e 240 feridos   ligeiros, o que significa uma redução de 104 em relação a 2009.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nos dias em que decorreu a Operação Natal patrulharam diariamente as estradas portuguesas cerca de 2200 militares da GNR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fonte: &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center" valign="top"&gt;&lt;img height="10" src="http://www.radiobatalha.com/images/spacer.gif" width="1" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.radiobatalha.com/noticia.php?id=22475"&gt;http://www.radiobatalha.com/noticia.php?id=22475&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pra parar e pensar um pouco.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maior causa de acidentes: uso de celular - Portugal&lt;br /&gt;e no Brasil? Uso de bebidas alcóolicas, ainda!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LTWZTP9nMIU/TRn6paFSoZI/AAAAAAAANvI/P9xuUV8wQTU/s1600/acidente-em-ribas-do-rio-pardo.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="249" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LTWZTP9nMIU/TRn6paFSoZI/AAAAAAAANvI/P9xuUV8wQTU/s320/acidente-em-ribas-do-rio-pardo.gif" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/JOOZIN%7E1/CONFIG%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-41.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30409106-1148857816343868352?l=adrianaroos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adrianaroos.blogspot.com/feeds/1148857816343868352/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30409106&amp;postID=1148857816343868352&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30409106/posts/default/1148857816343868352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30409106/posts/default/1148857816343868352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adrianaroos.blogspot.com/2010/12/balancos-port-x-brasil.html' title='Balanços - Portugal  x Brasil'/><author><name>Adriana Roos</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/117449994589545496643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-UFwTKuk1BDM/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/Klq5bMaPkSg/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LTWZTP9nMIU/TRn6paFSoZI/AAAAAAAANvI/P9xuUV8wQTU/s72-c/acidente-em-ribas-do-rio-pardo.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30409106.post-173198410614188928</id><published>2010-12-26T06:31:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2010-12-28T17:10:56.413-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mamae'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='infância'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='natal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='irmãs'/><title type='text'>Véspera de Natal</title><content type='html'>Antigamente em minha família só comemorávamos o Natal no dia 25, com um almoço farto, com a colaboração de todas as tias : Joana, Dileta, Márcia, Nair, e seus maridos, mamãe e vovó.&lt;br /&gt;Vovó sempre preocupada com a fome das crianças (a nossa ) nos punha numa mesa a parte, com canja!&lt;br /&gt;Quando já éramos mais crescidinhas, lá pelos oito ou nove anos, detestávamos, achávamos uma sacanagem nos encherem de canja com tantas coisas gostosas sendo preparadas à nossa vista!&lt;br /&gt;Mas, assim foi por muitos e muitos anos...&lt;br /&gt;A canja era boa, muito boa.&lt;br /&gt;Depois de um tempo fizemos amigo secreto nas tardes após o almoço, tios e tias, primos e primas, uma farra.&lt;br /&gt;Tia Dileta,  festeira de primeira,  comandava grande parte dessa festa, deixava  pensar que existia papai noel, principalmente a filhinha dela (a Carla).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pra vovó Luzia e vovô Aurélélio, o importante era a família toda reunida.&lt;br /&gt;Vovô jogava truco com meus tios e papai: "Reboco de igreja velha", colava carta na testa, gritavam!&lt;br /&gt;Foi campeão em Estocolmo, Amsterdã, assim nos contava com seus lindos olhos azuis brilhando...  Eh vovô Aurélio, que saudades!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tempos de muita alegria no Natal...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Depois quando nossos avós se foram, já não encontrávamos mais nossos tios e primos no Natal, passando cada família a comemorar seu natal com suas novas famílias: filhos, filhas, namorados e namoradas, cada qual, dos &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;seis &lt;/span&gt;filhos em um local. Cada qual dos &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;seis&lt;/span&gt; filhos, meus tios: Zeca, Lelo, Wilson, Joana, Dileta e minha mãe.&lt;br /&gt;Fica a saudades.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas aqui em São José começamos novas tradições natalinas também!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Durante bom tempo na noite de Natal, mamãe ia à  missa e no máximo fazíamos uma pequena ceia com frutas secas, um Cidra Cereser e panetone.&lt;br /&gt;A Luiza nossa grande amiga tinha passe livre na nossa casa, vinha sempre, a mãe dela não comemorava natal na véspera, nada nada!&lt;br /&gt;E  foram  aparecendo novos personagens: namorados, e depois meus filhos, os netos durante muitos anos, únicos.&lt;br /&gt;E a festeira fui  eu, no lugar da tia Dileta, enfeitando a casa para a festa, fazendo questão de comprar enfeites, comemorar com as crianças, forçando todo mundo a escutar musicas natalinas  de um cd que comprei nas americanas: e ouvíamos um pouco de Dingo Bell, e muitas mais!!!&lt;br /&gt;Depois minhas irmãs também foram se casando, tendo filhos e não sei a partir de quando,&amp;nbsp; começamos a festejar a véspera com ceia, e o almoço no dia também.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sempre uma dúvida, será que tal irmã&amp;nbsp; vem na noite, ou só no&amp;nbsp; dia, será que vem aqui primeiro ou na casa da mãe do marido...&lt;br /&gt;Sufoco pra quem tem que se dividir em duas famílias festeiras, como eu, e a Ana e paciência para aqueles que ficavam a nos esperar...&lt;br /&gt;E tudo virava um grande encontro no dia 24 com mamae, as meninas  e eu cozinhando feito loucas o dia todo,aquele cheiro gostoso na casa, as crianças ja correndo e brincando, um pré natal....&lt;br /&gt;Depois ainda tínhamos que nos aprontar para estarmos lindas na hora da ceia! Um banheiro só sempre era pouco, e secador, e espelhos, ai ai!&lt;br /&gt;As árvores começaram a fazer parte da festa também, amigo secreto em alguns anos, e depois presentes para as crianças, afilhados, pai e mãe...&lt;br /&gt;De vez em quando uma resolve dar uma de mamãe (ou papai) noel e dar uma lembrança pra cada pessoa... o que tem se tornado mais raro, não por falta de vontade,  mas de grana mesmo!&lt;br /&gt;E aí alguns netos(os meus meninos),  casaram e as trouxeram as  esposas para  fazer parte da nossa festa.&lt;br /&gt;E desde o ano passado mais uma preciosidade: Bianca minha neta! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E a gente ficou  pensando:&amp;nbsp; o que faremos de comida? &lt;br /&gt;Uma semana antes nada planejado, um desânimo em todo mundo!&lt;br /&gt;Mamãe achando melhor não ter comilança de véspera só o almoço do dia 25.&lt;br /&gt;Insistência nossa resolvemos&amp;nbsp; os cardápios dos dias 24 e 25.&lt;br /&gt;E assim ficou. Ia ser tudo bem tradicional...&lt;br /&gt;E ninguém nada providenciou.&lt;br /&gt;E no dia 24 de manhã mamãe e eu fomos para o mercado LOTADO comprar os ingredientes da festa.&lt;br /&gt;E haja paciência:  para estacionar, para andar no mercado, para ficar na fila. Porque brasileiro deixa tudo pra última hora? Meu Deus! Eu também!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas faz parte da festa toda a preparação, a escolha de cada ingrediente, tocar, cheirar, apalpar, selecionar...&lt;br /&gt;Conversar, eu e mamãe, conversar e conversar!&lt;br /&gt;E até mudar cardápio no meio do supermercado !&lt;br /&gt;E liga pra um, pra providenciar isso ou aquilo, e troca tudo, e enfim vamos a fila, que era enorme e demoraaada.&lt;br /&gt;Finalmente saímos daquele local lotado e cheio de coisas tentadoras e gostosas, vontade de levar TUDO que víamos...&lt;br /&gt;E leva mamãe pra casa, já bem atrasadas, morrendo de fome, pois desde as dez até uma e meia no mercado... ninguém merece!&lt;br /&gt;E aí que as meninas (minhas sobrinhas) estavam lá na casa da vó: todas, fora a Yasmin, claro, porque ela está na Austrália (pensamos que iam estar tambem, mas ficou pra depois...saudades!).&lt;br /&gt;Meninada bonita, minhas sobrinhas... olhem só:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LTWZTP9nMIU/TRb6AFcgxOI/AAAAAAAANuY/kmw2pXDZTnE/s1600/dezembro+2010+031.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LTWZTP9nMIU/TRb6AFcgxOI/AAAAAAAANuY/kmw2pXDZTnE/s320/dezembro+2010+031.jpg" width="320" /&gt;Juliana, Gabi e Julia&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E lá fui eu, pra minha casa,  que ainda tinha muita coisa pra acabar de resolver pra noite natalina.&lt;br /&gt;Desta vez o Jean providenciou árvore e enfeites.&lt;br /&gt;E chegou a noite.&lt;br /&gt;E o meu querido sogro passou mal,e melhorou, e fomos lá e fomos cá.&lt;br /&gt;E foi muito gostoso e muito bom.&lt;br /&gt;Cheio de amor, e um pouco de encrenca por causa dos gostos musicais. Jean estava muito alegre, com suas músicas que nem todos gostam, mas que movimentam a festa. Nada de meus cds natalinos mais!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E comemos. E não parávamos mais de comer!&lt;br /&gt;Tudo de bom. Noite gostosa.&lt;br /&gt;E aí, ninguém tirando fotos só agora percebo não tenho fotos pra postar para as irmãs de longe ver!&lt;br /&gt;Na hora de ir embora, decisão de última hora, a Ana ia levar as meninas para praia no dia 25, vai todo mundo, que delicia, praia é tudo de bom.&lt;br /&gt;Deixa-nos uma pequena  sensação de abandono no almoço, pois os planos eram outros!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LTWZTP9nMIU/TRb7oZAPY9I/AAAAAAAANug/3b4F6gXq_54/s1600/dezembro+2010+029.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LTWZTP9nMIU/TRb7oZAPY9I/AAAAAAAANug/3b4F6gXq_54/s320/dezembro+2010+029.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu e a Ana&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas, que seja. E foram.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E hoje para o almoço, metade da família desfalcada.&lt;br /&gt;Mamãe cansada, Ivan gripado. E João Pedro nos baianos.&lt;br /&gt;E Ana, Gabi, Nana e Júlia na praia com o Mário.&lt;br /&gt;E João na família dele.&lt;br /&gt;E Jean, Juliana e Bianca na casa da avó Ilma.&lt;br /&gt;E nós la.&lt;br /&gt;Os natais passados na casa da vó Luzia, para Sandra (que detesta esta época) eram os verdadeiros natais...descobri hoje.&lt;br /&gt;E descobri que eu gosto&amp;nbsp; e muito dessa época.&lt;br /&gt;E ainda: que bom que fizemos festa na vespera!&lt;br /&gt;E as duas crianças que ficaram para nosso Natal&amp;nbsp; - Carol e Lucca nos alegraram,  e comemos bem demais, e conversamos e rimos e curtimos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LTWZTP9nMIU/TRb8zesE_bI/AAAAAAAANuo/UWGECLPK6yI/s1600/dezembro+2010+056.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" 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/&gt;Raiva de não entender os meios que usam para ajudar ou pensar que estao ajudando.&lt;br /&gt;Raiva de nao poder fazer nada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LTWZTP9nMIU/TOCOeB6J_7I/AAAAAAAANi4/AIFFbi6yn7Y/s1600/vidro-quebrado-02-thumb2949203.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LTWZTP9nMIU/TOCOeB6J_7I/AAAAAAAANi4/AIFFbi6yn7Y/s1600/vidro-quebrado-02-thumb2949203.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Ai que raiva!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30409106-8383592186964957766?l=adrianaroos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adrianaroos.blogspot.com/feeds/8383592186964957766/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30409106.post-3589194639326327334</id><published>2010-11-11T23:29:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2010-11-11T23:29:16.733-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poesia'/><title type='text'>Nada</title><content type='html'>Um dia qualquer&lt;br /&gt;em um momento qualquer&lt;br /&gt;onde não existe o espaço ou o tempo&lt;br /&gt;tudo flutua&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a mente divaga buscando apenas&lt;br /&gt;o repouso, a paz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não há temores&lt;br /&gt;não há anseios&lt;br /&gt;não há angústia&lt;br /&gt;ou sonhos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LTWZTP9nMIU/TNyXuu8G5NI/AAAAAAAANiw/SdBYbE33ij8/s1600/green-punk-abstract-lovely.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;vazio, nada, nada...&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LTWZTP9nMIU/TNyXuu8G5NI/AAAAAAAANiw/SdBYbE33ij8/s1600/green-punk-abstract-lovely.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LTWZTP9nMIU/TNyXuu8G5NI/AAAAAAAANiw/SdBYbE33ij8/s320/green-punk-abstract-lovely.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30409106-3589194639326327334?l=adrianaroos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adrianaroos.blogspot.com/feeds/3589194639326327334/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30409106&amp;postID=3589194639326327334&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30409106/posts/default/3589194639326327334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30409106/posts/default/3589194639326327334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adrianaroos.blogspot.com/2010/11/nada.html' title='Nada'/><author><name>Adriana Roos</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/117449994589545496643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-UFwTKuk1BDM/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/Klq5bMaPkSg/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LTWZTP9nMIU/TNyXuu8G5NI/AAAAAAAANiw/SdBYbE33ij8/s72-c/green-punk-abstract-lovely.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30409106.post-5228819191619655207</id><published>2010-11-11T23:20:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2010-11-11T23:20:04.717-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='flores'/><title type='text'>Rosas</title><content type='html'>Para todos que as apreciam: meu João, João Sousa - do Espaço do João, mamãe e Luiza.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LTWZTP9nMIU/TNyWJnssl5I/AAAAAAAANio/NLSoTlmVizc/s1600/20deoutubro2010+050.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LTWZTP9nMIU/TNyWJnssl5I/AAAAAAAANio/NLSoTlmVizc/s320/20deoutubro2010+050.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30409106-5228819191619655207?l=adrianaroos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adrianaroos.blogspot.com/feeds/5228819191619655207/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30409106&amp;postID=5228819191619655207&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30409106/posts/default/5228819191619655207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30409106/posts/default/5228819191619655207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adrianaroos.blogspot.com/2010/11/rosas.html' title='Rosas'/><author><name>Adriana Roos</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/117449994589545496643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-UFwTKuk1BDM/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/Klq5bMaPkSg/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LTWZTP9nMIU/TNyWJnssl5I/AAAAAAAANio/NLSoTlmVizc/s72-c/20deoutubro2010+050.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30409106.post-3189403382309326284</id><published>2010-11-11T23:05:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2010-11-11T23:05:53.261-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='música'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LTWZTP9nMIU/TNyS2sTHVqI/AAAAAAAANig/_AVo5PhZMIU/s1600/Sol+Nascendo+2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LTWZTP9nMIU/TNyS2sTHVqI/AAAAAAAANig/_AVo5PhZMIU/s320/Sol+Nascendo+2.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Mas é claro que o sol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vai voltar amanhã...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30409106-3189403382309326284?l=adrianaroos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adrianaroos.blogspot.com/feeds/3189403382309326284/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30409106&amp;postID=3189403382309326284&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30409106/posts/default/3189403382309326284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30409106/posts/default/3189403382309326284'/><link 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scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='família'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='filhos'/><title type='text'>Ouvidos</title><content type='html'>Muitas vezes falamos e não somos realmente ouvidos.&lt;br /&gt;Falamos e achamos que o outro está nos entendendo, mas na verdade ele não está, ou eles não estão.&lt;br /&gt;Hoje, feriado para mim, dia do Servidor Público, acordo cedo, no horário de ir levar meu filho na escola.&lt;br /&gt;De pijama, me arrumo mais ou menos, afinal não ou descer do carro mesmo, somente deixá-lo na porta do colégio.&lt;br /&gt;Meu marido que também já tinha levantado, volta para a cama e minutos depois, quando entro no quarto para pegar chave do carro dele, pergunta:&lt;br /&gt;-Não vai trabalhar?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Será que estou a falar com as paredes a semana inteira? &lt;br /&gt;Queria ter ido para a praia a partir de hoje, falei disso o tempo todo, pensando e repensando se valia a pena não ir porque temos que votar  no domingo...&lt;br /&gt;Afinal, os nossos ilustres candidatos a presidencia, de ilustres nada tem, eu não gostaria de dar meu voto a nenhum dos dois, vou cumprir meu dever cívico de tentar eleger o candidato que acho está mais a altura desse importante cargo, por falta de opção melhor, mas lá isso já é uma outra historia, para um outro dia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fiquei pensando seriamente: ninguém me ouve?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30409106-2016221699024702957?l=adrianaroos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adrianaroos.blogspot.com/feeds/2016221699024702957/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30409106&amp;postID=2016221699024702957&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' 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term='irmãs'/><title type='text'>falta</title><content type='html'>Sinto falta de você&lt;br /&gt;de falar com você&lt;br /&gt;de te ver &lt;br /&gt;de trocar idéias&lt;br /&gt;e conversar fiado&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sinto saudades do que fomos&lt;br /&gt;e também daquilo que poderíamos ser&lt;br /&gt;sinto falta de estar, ser, fazer, aprender&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sinto mágoa também&lt;br /&gt;sinto. &lt;br /&gt;Desculpe, mas sinto&lt;br /&gt;porque?&lt;br /&gt;Talvez por não significar tanto&lt;br /&gt;quanto gostaria de significar pra você&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talvez por me  ver colocada de lado&lt;br /&gt;assim como uma roupa que não se usa mais&lt;br /&gt;porque não nos serve&lt;br /&gt;ou está fora de moda&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sinto,  ao  pensar que significava&lt;br /&gt;mas na verdade nao significo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sinto saber que você acha&lt;br /&gt;que nunca tivemos um bom relacionamento!&lt;br /&gt;Foi como um corte&lt;br /&gt;a faca&lt;br /&gt;na minha carne&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sinto pensar que&lt;br /&gt;o tempo&lt;br /&gt;as coisas&lt;br /&gt;o trabalho&lt;br /&gt;são mais significativas&lt;br /&gt;do que eu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sinto a distância&lt;br /&gt;sinto a ausência&lt;br /&gt;a barreira&lt;br /&gt;a vala funda&lt;br /&gt;que se cria&lt;br /&gt;a cada dia,  mais.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30409106-1553152838928037840?l=adrianaroos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adrianaroos.blogspot.com/feeds/1553152838928037840/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30409106&amp;postID=1553152838928037840&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30409106/posts/default/1553152838928037840'/><link 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href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=W7g5YKEEPoI&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;YouTube - Everybody Hurts - REM Live&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/W7g5YKEEPoI?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/W7g5YKEEPoI?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Todo Mundo Se Machuca&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando seu dia é longo&lt;br /&gt;E a noite - a noite é solitária,&lt;br /&gt;Quando você tem certeza de que já teve o bastante desta vida,&lt;br /&gt;Continue em frente&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não desista de si mesmo,&lt;br /&gt;Pois todo mundo chora&lt;br /&gt;E todo mundo se machuca, às vezes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Às vezes tudo está errado,&lt;br /&gt;Agora é hora de cantar sozinho.&lt;br /&gt;Quando seu dia é uma noite solitária (aguente firme, aguente firme)&lt;br /&gt;Se você tiver vontade de desistir (aguente firme)&lt;br /&gt;Se você achar que teve demais desta vida,&lt;br /&gt;Para prosseguir...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pois todo mundo se machuca,&lt;br /&gt;Consiga conforto em seus amigos.&lt;br /&gt;Todo mundo se machuca...&lt;br /&gt;Não se resigne, oh, não!&lt;br /&gt;Não se resigne&lt;br /&gt;Quando você sentir como se estivesse sozinho.&lt;br /&gt;Não, não, não, você não está sozinho...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se você está sozinho nessa vida,&lt;br /&gt;Os dias e noites são longos,&lt;br /&gt;Quando você sente que teve demais dessa vida para&lt;br /&gt;seguir em frente&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bem, todo mundo se machuca&lt;br /&gt;Às vezes, todo mundo chora&lt;br /&gt;E todo mundo se machuca, às vezes&lt;br /&gt;Mas todo mundo se machuca, às vezes&lt;br /&gt;Então aguente firme&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(7x)&lt;br /&gt;aguente firme, aguente firme...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Todo mundo se machuca&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30409106-9047904237800202925?l=adrianaroos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=W7g5YKEEPoI&amp;feature=related' title='Everybody Hurts - REM Live'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adrianaroos.blogspot.com/feeds/9047904237800202925/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30409106&amp;postID=9047904237800202925&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30409106/posts/default/9047904237800202925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30409106/posts/default/9047904237800202925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adrianaroos.blogspot.com/2010/10/youtube-everybody-hurts-rem-live.html' title='Everybody Hurts - REM Live'/><author><name>Adriana Roos</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/117449994589545496643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-UFwTKuk1BDM/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/Klq5bMaPkSg/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30409106.post-2567068725622418347</id><published>2010-10-12T13:46:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2010-10-12T13:46:54.939-02:00</updated><title type='text'>DISPERSAMENTE...: HOMEM, ABRE OS OLHOS E VERÁS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://dispersamente.blogspot.com/2010/10/esperanca.html?spref=bl"&gt;DISPERSAMENTE...: HOMEM, ABRE OS OLHOS E VERÁS&lt;/a&gt;: "Homem, Abre os olhos e verás Em cada outro homem um irmão.   Homem, As paixões que te consomem Não são boas nem más. São a tua condição. ..."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30409106-2567068725622418347?l=adrianaroos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://dispersamente.blogspot.com/2010/10/esperanca.html?spref=bl' title='DISPERSAMENTE...: HOMEM, ABRE OS OLHOS E VERÁS'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adrianaroos.blogspot.com/feeds/2567068725622418347/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30409106&amp;postID=2567068725622418347&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30409106/posts/default/2567068725622418347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30409106/posts/default/2567068725622418347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adrianaroos.blogspot.com/2010/10/dispersamente-homem-abre-os-olhos-e.html' title='DISPERSAMENTE...: HOMEM, ABRE OS OLHOS E VERÁS'/><author><name>Adriana Roos</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/117449994589545496643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-UFwTKuk1BDM/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/Klq5bMaPkSg/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30409106.post-1635317679059226064</id><published>2010-10-12T12:36:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2010-10-12T12:36:18.530-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='música'/><title type='text'>Nossa Senhora Aparecida</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/FlGeBEg3s78?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/FlGeBEg3s78?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30409106-1635317679059226064?l=adrianaroos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adrianaroos.blogspot.com/feeds/1635317679059226064/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30409106&amp;postID=1635317679059226064&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30409106/posts/default/1635317679059226064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30409106/posts/default/1635317679059226064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adrianaroos.blogspot.com/2010/10/nossa-senhora-aparecida.html' title='Nossa Senhora Aparecida'/><author><name>Adriana Roos</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/117449994589545496643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-UFwTKuk1BDM/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/Klq5bMaPkSg/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30409106.post-8245285558937757094</id><published>2010-09-25T22:30:00.004-02:00</published><updated>2010-09-25T23:23:54.329-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bichinhos de jardim'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='flores'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='primavera'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='junior'/><title type='text'>Primavera</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LTWZTP9nMIU/TJ6eemGofMI/AAAAAAAANVA/ZynjPAYCVuk/s1600/CIMG1595.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LTWZTP9nMIU/TJ6eemGofMI/AAAAAAAANVA/ZynjPAYCVuk/s320/CIMG1595.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Início da estação mais bonita do ano pra mim:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LTWZTP9nMIU/TJ6VedJh3KI/AAAAAAAANU4/CsCKEiZMuPY/s1600/inez+saagula+24.09.2010+010.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LTWZTP9nMIU/TJ6VedJh3KI/AAAAAAAANU4/CsCKEiZMuPY/s320/inez+saagula+24.09.2010+010.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30409106-8245285558937757094?l=adrianaroos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adrianaroos.blogspot.com/feeds/8245285558937757094/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30409106&amp;postID=8245285558937757094&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30409106/posts/default/8245285558937757094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30409106/posts/default/8245285558937757094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adrianaroos.blogspot.com/2010/09/primavera.html' title='Primavera'/><author><name>Adriana Roos</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/117449994589545496643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-UFwTKuk1BDM/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/Klq5bMaPkSg/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LTWZTP9nMIU/TJ6eemGofMI/AAAAAAAANVA/ZynjPAYCVuk/s72-c/CIMG1595.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30409106.post-2690647906438455781</id><published>2010-09-20T23:58:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2010-09-21T00:06:36.264-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='flores'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beleza natural'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='árvores'/><title type='text'>Árvores em flor</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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margin-right: 1em;"&gt;ipê branco&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LTWZTP9nMIU/TJgP68OsoAI/AAAAAAAANUU/PsWz-VfI7uo/s1600/chacara+19.09.2010+003.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LTWZTP9nMIU/TJgP68OsoAI/AAAAAAAANUU/PsWz-VfI7uo/s320/chacara+19.09.2010+003.jpg" /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;jabuticaba&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LTWZTP9nMIU/TJgM1LSj0mI/AAAAAAAANT0/xhmlhR2zTLs/s1600/fotos2.2010+025.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LTWZTP9nMIU/TJgM1LSj0mI/AAAAAAAANT0/xhmlhR2zTLs/s320/fotos2.2010+025.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LTWZTP9nMIU/TJU17SxLOUI/AAAAAAAANIY/RcaWPhZq8Fo/s1600/bdj-100913-web.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="94" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LTWZTP9nMIU/TJU17SxLOUI/AAAAAAAANIY/RcaWPhZq8Fo/s320/bdj-100913-web.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Contas enchem o saco...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30409106-3706508197112834915?l=adrianaroos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adrianaroos.blogspot.com/feeds/3706508197112834915/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30409106&amp;postID=3706508197112834915&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30409106/posts/default/3706508197112834915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30409106/posts/default/3706508197112834915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adrianaroos.blogspot.com/2010/09/joana.html' title='joana'/><author><name>Adriana Roos</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/117449994589545496643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-UFwTKuk1BDM/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/Klq5bMaPkSg/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LTWZTP9nMIU/TJU17SxLOUI/AAAAAAAANIY/RcaWPhZq8Fo/s72-c/bdj-100913-web.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30409106.post-521141032714441045</id><published>2010-09-04T14:19:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2010-09-04T14:19:30.452-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='confiança'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='a Cabana'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sentimentos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='livros'/><title type='text'>Sabado de feriado</title><content type='html'>Entrei hoje aqui para postar um pensamento.&lt;br /&gt;Estou desde as oito e meia da manha aqui e nao postei.&lt;br /&gt;Fiquei navegando, passeando pelos blogs amigos, jogando, conversando, pesquisando...&lt;br /&gt;Mas a frase do livro "A CABANA" que me trouxe aqui é:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...você não pode "produzir" confiança, assim como nao pode "fazer" humildade. Ela existe ou não. A confiança é fruto de um relacionamento em que você sabe que é amado. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LTWZTP9nMIU/TIJxG2vkk8I/AAAAAAAAM5U/sMG3O8H4vhw/s1600/confiar.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;William P. Young&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LTWZTP9nMIU/TIJxG2vkk8I/AAAAAAAAM5U/sMG3O8H4vhw/s1600/confiar.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LTWZTP9nMIU/TIJxG2vkk8I/AAAAAAAAM5U/sMG3O8H4vhw/s400/confiar.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fr"&gt;'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fr"&gt; A confiança é um ato de fé, e esta dispensa raciocínio. '&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="aut"&gt;&lt;a class="autor" href="http://www.pensador.info/autor/Carlos_Drummond_de_Andrade/"&gt;Carlos Drummond de Andrade&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30409106-521141032714441045?l=adrianaroos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adrianaroos.blogspot.com/feeds/521141032714441045/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30409106&amp;postID=521141032714441045&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30409106/posts/default/521141032714441045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30409106/posts/default/521141032714441045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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QUEEN</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="385" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/4ADh8Fs3YdU?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/4ADh8Fs3YdU?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30409106-2820068328361185108?l=adrianaroos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adrianaroos.blogspot.com/feeds/2820068328361185108/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30409106&amp;postID=2820068328361185108&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30409106/posts/default/2820068328361185108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30409106/posts/default/2820068328361185108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adrianaroos.blogspot.com/2010/08/para-sempre-queen.html' title='PARA SEMPRE QUEEN'/><author><name>Adriana Roos</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/117449994589545496643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-UFwTKuk1BDM/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/Klq5bMaPkSg/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30409106.post-6042975664077526335</id><published>2010-07-28T18:50:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2010-07-28T18:54:27.110-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='música'/><title type='text'>Música Linda</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LTWZTP9nMIU/TFCXmUoC4hI/AAAAAAAAM1g/OiyBiurxm8o/s1600/000homem_mulher.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LTWZTP9nMIU/TFCXmUoC4hI/AAAAAAAAM1g/OiyBiurxm8o/s400/000homem_mulher.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estou a navegar&amp;nbsp; por blogs deliciosos de se ler, e encontrei esta música em um deles... o cocó na fralda - http://coconafralda.blogspot.com/&lt;br /&gt;Ela é maravilhosa e por isso quero compartilhar com voces!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FSJzvn6L7Rs&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FSJzvn6L7Rs&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ainda nao sei como colocar o video aqui. Mas vale a pena ir ouví-lo no you tube...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30409106-6042975664077526335?l=adrianaroos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adrianaroos.blogspot.com/feeds/6042975664077526335/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30409106&amp;postID=6042975664077526335&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30409106/posts/default/6042975664077526335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30409106/posts/default/6042975664077526335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adrianaroos.blogspot.com/2010/07/musica-linda.html' title='Música Linda'/><author><name>Adriana Roos</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/117449994589545496643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-UFwTKuk1BDM/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/Klq5bMaPkSg/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LTWZTP9nMIU/TFCXmUoC4hI/AAAAAAAAM1g/OiyBiurxm8o/s72-c/000homem_mulher.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30409106.post-1671768319850579</id><published>2010-07-25T23:21:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2010-07-25T23:21:54.361-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pensamentos de paz'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tempo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reflexões'/><title type='text'>Paciência</title><content type='html'>Texto de Arnaldo Jabor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah ! Se&amp;nbsp; vendessem paciência nas farmácias e supermercados... Muita gente iria gastar boa parte do salário nessa mercadoria tão rara hoje em dia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por muito pouco a madame que parece uma "lady" solta palavrões e berros que lembram as antigas trabalhadoras do cais... E o bem comportado executivo? O cavalheiro se transforma numa besta selvagem no trânsito que ele mesmo ajuda a tumultuar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Os filhos atrapalham, os idosos incomodam, a voz da vizinha é um tormento, o jeito do chefe é demais para sua cabeça, a esposa virou uma chata, o marido uma mala sem alça. Aquela velha amiga uma alça sem mala, o emprego uma tortura, a escola uma chatice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O cinema se arrasta, o teatro nem pensar, até o passeio virou novela.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Outro dia, vi um jovem reclamando que o banco dele pela internet estava demorando a dar o saldo, eu me lembrei da fila dos bancos e balancei a cabeça, inconformado...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vi uma moça abrindo um e-mail com um texto maravilhoso e ela deletou sem sequer ler o título, dizendo que era longo demais.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pobres de nós, meninos e meninas sem paciência, sem tempo para a vida, sem tempo para Deus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A paciência está em falta no mercado, e pelo jeito, a paciência sintética dos calmantes está cada vez mais em alta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pergunte para alguém, que você saiba que é ansioso demais onde ele quer chegar? Qual é a finalidade de sua vida?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surpreenda-se com a falta de metas, com o vago de sua resposta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E você? Onde você quer chegar? Está correndo tanto para quê?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por quem? Seu coração vai agüentar?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se você morrer hoje de infarto agudo do miocárdio o mundo vai parar? A empresa que você trabalha vai acabar? As pessoas que você ama vão parar? Será que você conseguiu ler até aqui?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Respire... Acalme-se...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O mundo está apenas na sua primeira volta e, com certeza, no final do dia vai completar o seu giro ao redor do sol, com ou sem a sua paciência...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NÃO SOMOS SERES HUMANOS PASSANDO POR UMA EXPERIÊNCIA ESPIRITUAL...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SOMOS SERES ESPIRITUAIS PASSANDO POR UMA EXPERIÊNCIA HUMANA... &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;Achei este post muito legal, no SE É NOVIDADE EU QUERO &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30409106-1671768319850579?l=adrianaroos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://seenovidadeeuquero.blogspot.com/' title='Paciência'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adrianaroos.blogspot.com/feeds/1671768319850579/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30409106&amp;postID=1671768319850579&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30409106/posts/default/1671768319850579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30409106/posts/default/1671768319850579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adrianaroos.blogspot.com/2010/07/paciencia.html' title='Paciência'/><author><name>Adriana Roos</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/117449994589545496643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-UFwTKuk1BDM/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/Klq5bMaPkSg/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30409106.post-2119728084888419677</id><published>2010-07-18T23:37:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2010-07-19T01:11:40.525-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='plantas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Socotra'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='árvores'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LTWZTP9nMIU/TD3tGeQCblI/AAAAAAAAMxo/MVSltUBMLXQ/s1600/socotra21.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LTWZTP9nMIU/TD3tGeQCblI/AAAAAAAAMxo/MVSltUBMLXQ/s400/socotra21.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;foto por: &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/22334898@N00/" target="_blank"&gt;jan  vandorpe&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Paisagem que me emudece, ou,&amp;nbsp; me faz falar demais...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que lugar encantado, estranho, diferente de tudo que já vi...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/22334898@N00/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/22334898@N00/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LTWZTP9nMIU/TD3tY0hBJQI/AAAAAAAAMxw/mubU6E_sHxw/s1600/socotra08.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LTWZTP9nMIU/TD3tY0hBJQI/AAAAAAAAMxw/mubU6E_sHxw/s320/socotra08.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Foto por: Christian Besnier &lt;/span&gt;(França)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estas plantas que parecem árvores levam centenas de anos para ficar neste formato. Elas estão aí antes do período diluviano&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30409106-2119728084888419677?l=adrianaroos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adrianaroos.blogspot.com/feeds/2119728084888419677/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30409106&amp;postID=2119728084888419677&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30409106/posts/default/2119728084888419677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30409106/posts/default/2119728084888419677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adrianaroos.blogspot.com/2010/07/foto-por-jan-vandorpe-foto-por.html' title=''/><author><name>Adriana Roos</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/117449994589545496643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-UFwTKuk1BDM/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/Klq5bMaPkSg/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LTWZTP9nMIU/TD3tGeQCblI/AAAAAAAAMxo/MVSltUBMLXQ/s72-c/socotra21.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30409106.post-6341510577986216420</id><published>2010-07-14T12:20:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2010-07-18T22:33:53.215-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quadrinhos divertidos'/><title type='text'>Bichinhos de jardim</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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color: #555555; font-size: 13px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px 0px 20px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-width: 0px; color: #555555; font-size: 13px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px 0px 20px;"&gt;Mesmo quando tudo pede&lt;br /&gt;Um pouco mais de calma&lt;br /&gt;Até quando o corpo pede&lt;br /&gt;Um pouco mais de alma&lt;br /&gt;A vida não pára...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-width: 0px; color: #555555; font-size: 13px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px 0px 20px;"&gt;Enquanto o  tempo&lt;br /&gt;Acelera e pede pressa&lt;br /&gt;Eu me recuso faço hora&lt;br /&gt;Vou na valsa&lt;br /&gt;A vida é tão rara...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-width: 0px; color: #555555; font-size: 13px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px 0px 20px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-width: 0px; color: #555555; font-size: 13px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px 0px 20px;"&gt;- Lenine -&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30409106-3391413133357782922?l=adrianaroos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adrianaroos.blogspot.com/feeds/3391413133357782922/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30409106&amp;postID=3391413133357782922&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30409106/posts/default/3391413133357782922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30409106/posts/default/3391413133357782922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adrianaroos.blogspot.com/2010/06/cancao-que-me-fala-hoje.html' title='Canção que me fala hoje...'/><author><name>Adriana Roos</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/117449994589545496643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-UFwTKuk1BDM/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/Klq5bMaPkSg/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30409106.post-8332644887095298459</id><published>2010-06-29T22:43:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2010-06-29T22:43:59.060-02:00</updated><title type='text'>O mundo</title><content type='html'>O mundo gira&lt;br /&gt;o tempo voa&lt;br /&gt;e eu aqui&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pensando&lt;br /&gt;Calando&lt;br /&gt;Falando&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O mundo gira&lt;br /&gt;e eu aqui&lt;br /&gt;olhando&lt;br /&gt;sonhando&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O mundo gira e eu aqui&lt;br /&gt;amando, lutando,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LTWZTP9nMIU/TCqTMEreV1I/AAAAAAAAMws/EgvEeBom0rU/s1600/wassily-kandinsky-composizione-viii-c-1923.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="448" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LTWZTP9nMIU/TCqTMEreV1I/AAAAAAAAMws/EgvEeBom0rU/s640/wassily-kandinsky-composizione-viii-c-1923.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;gritando!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30409106-8332644887095298459?l=adrianaroos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adrianaroos.blogspot.com/feeds/8332644887095298459/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30409106&amp;postID=8332644887095298459&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30409106/posts/default/8332644887095298459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30409106/posts/default/8332644887095298459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adrianaroos.blogspot.com/2010/06/o-mundo.html' title='O mundo'/><author><name>Adriana Roos</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/117449994589545496643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-UFwTKuk1BDM/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/Klq5bMaPkSg/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LTWZTP9nMIU/TCqTMEreV1I/AAAAAAAAMws/EgvEeBom0rU/s72-c/wassily-kandinsky-composizione-viii-c-1923.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30409106.post-2152291155590944360</id><published>2010-06-27T05:14:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2010-06-27T05:14:33.718-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Copa Fifa de Futebol'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Brasil'/><title type='text'>Copa do Mundo</title><content type='html'>Brasil 0 x 0 Portugal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LTWZTP9nMIU/TCb5_GIToEI/AAAAAAAAMwE/lz69NzP3-rY/s1600/images.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LTWZTP9nMIU/TCb5_GIToEI/AAAAAAAAMwE/lz69NzP3-rY/s320/images.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Copa do Mundo, segunda feira&amp;nbsp; temos outro&amp;nbsp; jogo... Brasil como primeiro do seu grupo.&lt;br /&gt;Dá-lhe Brasil!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LTWZTP9nMIU/TCb6OiKTm6I/AAAAAAAAMwU/dmgLdCe63TI/s1600/images2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="151" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LTWZTP9nMIU/TCb6OiKTm6I/AAAAAAAAMwU/dmgLdCe63TI/s200/images2.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30409106-2152291155590944360?l=adrianaroos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adrianaroos.blogspot.com/feeds/2152291155590944360/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30409106&amp;postID=2152291155590944360&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30409106/posts/default/2152291155590944360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30409106/posts/default/2152291155590944360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adrianaroos.blogspot.com/2010/06/copa-do-mundo.html' title='Copa do Mundo'/><author><name>Adriana Roos</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/117449994589545496643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-UFwTKuk1BDM/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/Klq5bMaPkSg/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LTWZTP9nMIU/TCb5_GIToEI/AAAAAAAAMwE/lz69NzP3-rY/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30409106.post-1398197366437549760</id><published>2010-06-18T17:40:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2010-06-22T00:24:08.569-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='escritores'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='morte'/><title type='text'>SARAMAGO</title><content type='html'>Apenas para&amp;nbsp; expressar a tristeza pela morte de uma pessoa que, para muitos, sempre estará presente, através de seus pensamentos, seus livros e as polêmicas que causou em&amp;nbsp; vida. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"É uma perda para a literatura e para o mundo. Era uma pessoa  maravilhosa. Hermético, profundo e muito sábio. E que sabia emocionar.  Um escritor que faz refletir é tudo o que a gente pode querer."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Pedro Herz, diretor-presidente da Livraria Cultura&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adeus, ou até breve!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LTWZTP9nMIU/TBvLcPvxxaI/AAAAAAAAMvI/yaIurxmOJSA/s1600/Saramago-Renato-Parada620.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LTWZTP9nMIU/TBvLcPvxxaI/AAAAAAAAMvI/yaIurxmOJSA/s320/Saramago-Renato-Parada620.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30409106-1398197366437549760?l=adrianaroos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adrianaroos.blogspot.com/feeds/1398197366437549760/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30409106&amp;postID=1398197366437549760&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30409106/posts/default/1398197366437549760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30409106/posts/default/1398197366437549760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adrianaroos.blogspot.com/2010/06/saramago.html' title='SARAMAGO'/><author><name>Adriana Roos</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/117449994589545496643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-UFwTKuk1BDM/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/Klq5bMaPkSg/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LTWZTP9nMIU/TBvLcPvxxaI/AAAAAAAAMvI/yaIurxmOJSA/s72-c/Saramago-Renato-Parada620.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30409106.post-5116494559248891095</id><published>2010-05-03T19:30:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2010-05-03T19:30:41.017-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Sorteio</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.bazarbeaute.com/2010/04/sorteio-paleta-de-sombras-catharine.html"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://img594.imageshack.us/img594/705/promocatharinebt.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30409106-5116494559248891095?l=adrianaroos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adrianaroos.blogspot.com/feeds/5116494559248891095/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30409106&amp;postID=5116494559248891095&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30409106/posts/default/5116494559248891095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30409106/posts/default/5116494559248891095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adrianaroos.blogspot.com/2010/05/sorteio.html' title='Sorteio'/><author><name>Adriana Roos</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/117449994589545496643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-UFwTKuk1BDM/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/Klq5bMaPkSg/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30409106.post-9018774094869537296</id><published>2010-05-01T12:41:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2010-05-01T12:41:28.873-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hubble'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='espaço'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beleza natural'/><title type='text'>Espaço</title><content type='html'>Imagens que impressionam e encantam:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LTWZTP9nMIU/S9w9PvGnp9I/AAAAAAAALok/BLe1s8kFsPc/s1600/espaco1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="277" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LTWZTP9nMIU/S9w9PvGnp9I/AAAAAAAALok/BLe1s8kFsPc/s400/espaco1.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LTWZTP9nMIU/S9w9VS6UTTI/AAAAAAAALos/d5vspqx7wxw/s1600/espaco3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="162" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LTWZTP9nMIU/S9w9VS6UTTI/AAAAAAAALos/d5vspqx7wxw/s400/espaco3.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="legendaCor"&gt;Arte  no universo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="legenda"&gt;As "pinturas" captadas pelo Hubble: o hidrogênio  liberado pela nebulosa Carina (&lt;em&gt;à esq.&lt;/em&gt;) forma uma imensa nuvem  de  poeira que se assemelha a uma explosão. A luz da estrela V838  Monocerotis (&lt;em&gt;no centro&lt;/em&gt;) é tão intensa que ilumina a poeira que a   circunda. Na nebulosa NGC 6302 (à dir.), os gases liberados na morte de  uma estrela lembram a forma de uma borboleta&lt;/span&gt;                                               &lt;div class="corpo"&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/30409106-9018774094869537296?l=adrianaroos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adrianaroos.blogspot.com/feeds/9018774094869537296/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30409106&amp;postID=9018774094869537296&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30409106/posts/default/9018774094869537296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30409106/posts/default/9018774094869537296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adrianaroos.blogspot.com/2010/05/espaco.html' title='Espaço'/><author><name>Adriana Roos</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/117449994589545496643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-UFwTKuk1BDM/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/Klq5bMaPkSg/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LTWZTP9nMIU/S9w9PvGnp9I/AAAAAAAALok/BLe1s8kFsPc/s72-c/espaco1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30409106.post-1562060306894289483</id><published>2010-04-17T21:59:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2010-04-17T21:59:17.995-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='aniversário'/><title type='text'>FAZER 50 ANOS</title><content type='html'>Que sera que bate na gente de repente ao completar uma certa idade?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Algumas pessoas sentem quando saem dos trinta para os quarenta, como diz meu pai, começou os "enta" vai embora&amp;nbsp; ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu senti muito quando fiz 25... parecia que estava passando o tempo e eu nao tinha feito ainda as coisas que queria e que precisava ter feito antes dessa idade, como faculdade, um emprego mais rentavel, ter minha casa, carro essas cobranças da vida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O Jo sentiu este ano, ao fazer 50.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Primeiro, queria fazer uma enorme festa, convidar todos parentes e amigos, um churrasco ligth daqueles. Depois pensou em fazer algo menor, e no fim fizemos uma reuniao aqui em casa, um almoço na vespera na casa dos pais, e passou .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LTWZTP9nMIU/S8pH9aUl4SI/AAAAAAAALa4/clQTRGGyM3k/s1600/P%C3%81SCOA+2010+176.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LTWZTP9nMIU/S8pH9aUl4SI/AAAAAAAALa4/clQTRGGyM3k/s320/P%C3%81SCOA+2010+176.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30409106-1562060306894289483?l=adrianaroos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adrianaroos.blogspot.com/feeds/1562060306894289483/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30409106&amp;postID=1562060306894289483&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30409106/posts/default/1562060306894289483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30409106/posts/default/1562060306894289483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adrianaroos.blogspot.com/2010/04/fazer-50-anos.html' title='FAZER 50 ANOS'/><author><name>Adriana Roos</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/117449994589545496643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-UFwTKuk1BDM/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/Klq5bMaPkSg/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LTWZTP9nMIU/S8pH9aUl4SI/AAAAAAAALa4/clQTRGGyM3k/s72-c/P%C3%81SCOA+2010+176.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30409106.post-3243470027747149662</id><published>2010-04-17T20:49:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2010-04-17T20:49:18.460-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='natureza'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='misterios do mar; animais diferentes'/><title type='text'>Lesma do mar</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LTWZTP9nMIU/S8o6yGOrHkI/AAAAAAAALak/HcdviDdmvZ0/s1600/0,,38937213,00.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LTWZTP9nMIU/S8o6yGOrHkI/AAAAAAAALak/HcdviDdmvZ0/s320/0,,38937213,00.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30409106-3243470027747149662?l=adrianaroos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adrianaroos.blogspot.com/feeds/3243470027747149662/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30409106&amp;postID=3243470027747149662&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30409106/posts/default/3243470027747149662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30409106/posts/default/3243470027747149662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adrianaroos.blogspot.com/2010/04/lesma-do-mar.html' title='Lesma do mar'/><author><name>Adriana Roos</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/117449994589545496643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-UFwTKuk1BDM/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/Klq5bMaPkSg/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LTWZTP9nMIU/S8o6yGOrHkI/AAAAAAAALak/HcdviDdmvZ0/s72-c/0,,38937213,00.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30409106.post-3948772136090219505</id><published>2010-04-09T15:19:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2011-01-18T23:04:29.413-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amizade'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dia-a-dia'/><title type='text'>Açougue</title><content type='html'>Eu tenho a graça e a alegria de morar em uma cidade, e bairro onde ainda se tem o açougue.&lt;br /&gt;O açougue onde vamos comprar carnes (frescas e não congeladas como dos supermercados), e onde os açougueiros nos conhecem...&lt;br /&gt;Batem papo, perguntam do filho, do marido, da vida...&lt;br /&gt;Escolhemos o que vamos comprar e eles fatiam, picam ou moem do jeito que precisamos ou gostamos!&lt;br /&gt;Se queremos um tipo de carne, mas não está tão boa naquele dia, nos sugerem outra similar, quase sempre do mesmo preço, e que estejam ótimas!&lt;br /&gt;Batem os bifes, se pedirmos, duas vezes.&lt;br /&gt;Lá nos sentimos ainda como nas pequenas cidades, onde todos se conhecem e se cumprimentam e tratam bem...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LTWZTP9nMIU/S79g-oEXhaI/AAAAAAAALSk/uOMuShMDwZU/s1600/acou.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LTWZTP9nMIU/S79g-oEXhaI/AAAAAAAALSk/uOMuShMDwZU/s320/acou.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;De la saímos não apenas com nossos pacotinhos de carne, mas com a alma levinha, com uma sensação gostosa de carinho no atendimento .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30409106-3948772136090219505?l=adrianaroos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adrianaroos.blogspot.com/feeds/3948772136090219505/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30409106&amp;postID=3948772136090219505&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30409106/posts/default/3948772136090219505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30409106/posts/default/3948772136090219505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adrianaroos.blogspot.com/2010/04/acougue.html' title='Açougue'/><author><name>Adriana Roos</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/117449994589545496643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-UFwTKuk1BDM/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/Klq5bMaPkSg/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LTWZTP9nMIU/S79g-oEXhaI/AAAAAAAALSk/uOMuShMDwZU/s72-c/acou.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30409106.post-8055522647029227271</id><published>2010-04-04T03:06:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2010-04-04T03:06:55.398-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Páscoa'/><title type='text'>Páscoa</title><content type='html'>Tempo de renovação, de passagem da dor para a Alegria!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que todos encontrem a real alegria desta Páscoa, que todos renovem o sentimento de amor, de conversão, de tolerância com os defeitos do próximo, das quedas (dos outros e nossas), das transformações possíveis!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LTWZTP9nMIU/S7gddqMvMLI/AAAAAAAALRM/gPSUff_7q8k/s1600/pascoa.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LTWZTP9nMIU/S7gddqMvMLI/AAAAAAAALRM/gPSUff_7q8k/s320/pascoa.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify" class="textobasico1"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LTWZTP9nMIU/S7geQIMAXfI/AAAAAAAALRY/oGEq2lBnXfk/s1600/Jesus+Ressuscitado.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LTWZTP9nMIU/S7geQIMAXfI/AAAAAAAALRY/oGEq2lBnXfk/s320/Jesus+Ressuscitado.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hoje, mais do que nunca, as  pessoas tem que ser especiais.&lt;br /&gt;Mudanças acontecem cada vez mais rapidamente introduzindo  um novo conceito de tempo.&lt;br /&gt;Atrás de cada transformação existem pessoas.&lt;br /&gt;Pessoas especiais que sabem agir sobre a realidade, abrem  novos caminhos, encontram novos valores, sabem destruir receitas do  mundo velho e regras superadas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify" class="textobasico1"&gt;Mais do que nunca é  tempo de crise, hora de iniciativa máxima, hora de agir sem medo, ousar,  experimentar, assumir riscos incerentes ao novo, acreditar e ter fé.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify" class="textobasico1"&gt;Tempo de novos  valores, tempo de encarar desafios com garra, vigor, tenacidade e  persistência. Tempo de flexibilidade, abertura, ousadia, de ser  diferente. Tempo de imaginar e explorar novas possibilidades. Tempo de  soluções inéditas para desafios também inéditos. Tempo de parceria com  mente aberta, humor, otimismo, boa vontade e prazer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify" class="textobasico1"&gt;É hora de muito  respeito humano.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify" class="textobasico1"&gt;Neste novo tempo não  há espaço para "ações subterrâneas", não há espaço para politicagem,  cinismo, críticas destrutivas, falsidade, falta de ética, espertezas. Só  há espaço pra o companheirismo autêntico, fruto de muito diálogo,  entendimento e harmonia. A força de cada pessoa é fundamental para a  sociedade evoluir como um todo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify" class="textobasico1"&gt;Para superar as  transições geradas pelas mudanças e inovações, existe um desafio que é  de responsabilidade de cada um de nós. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify" class="textobasico1"&gt;É preciso usufruir  no ambiente em que vivemos ao invés de sermos oprimidos por ele, é  preciso construir um novo mundo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify" class="textobasico1"&gt;É tempo de  transformar, buscar novas realizações, de caminhar a frente, agir,  realizar, fazer acontecer, é tempo de crescer e de criar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify" class="textodestaque2 style24"&gt;É TEMPO DE  RENASCER!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify" class="textobasico1"&gt;(texto: Prof.  Renildo Ferreira) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30409106-8055522647029227271?l=adrianaroos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adrianaroos.blogspot.com/feeds/8055522647029227271/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30409106&amp;postID=8055522647029227271&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30409106/posts/default/8055522647029227271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30409106/posts/default/8055522647029227271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adrianaroos.blogspot.com/2010/04/pascoa.html' title='Páscoa'/><author><name>Adriana Roos</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/117449994589545496643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-UFwTKuk1BDM/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/Klq5bMaPkSg/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LTWZTP9nMIU/S7gddqMvMLI/AAAAAAAALRM/gPSUff_7q8k/s72-c/pascoa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30409106.post-8541450280735691901</id><published>2010-03-27T13:54:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2010-03-27T13:54:26.969-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lula'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='politica'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='governos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='democracia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='alerta'/><title type='text'>DILMA ROUSSEFF</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LTWZTP9nMIU/S64ou9hcFJI/AAAAAAAALBk/PuIewFzmN4Y/s1600/ATT00001.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LTWZTP9nMIU/S64ou9hcFJI/AAAAAAAALBk/PuIewFzmN4Y/s320/ATT00001.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LTWZTP9nMIU/S64o1NLTlpI/AAAAAAAALB0/bT99UHJE4Lc/s1600/ATT00002.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LTWZTP9nMIU/S64o1NLTlpI/AAAAAAAALB0/bT99UHJE4Lc/s320/ATT00002.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table border="0" cellpadding="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td width="100%"&gt;&lt;table border="0" cellpadding="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;&lt;table border="0" cellpadding="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;Por favor, repasse  para o maior número de brasileiros, para que ninguém ignore essa  biografia e acabe votando em uma terrorista&amp;nbsp; para  presidente do Brasil.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;Estas fotos anexas são para reavivar a&lt;span style="color: navy;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;memória da terrorista Dilma,&lt;span style="color: navy;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;ministra do governo Lula e candidata a  presidente da República do Brasil em 2010.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ou ela&amp;nbsp; teve amnésia e não se lembra  dos assaltos a banco, dos sequestros, assassinatos, delação de colegas e  tudo o mais que fez ou confia que os brasileiros sao incultos, mal informados e que jamais vao deixar de votar nela pelo passado horrivel que ela tem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;Só lembra que foi torturada, sabe com detalhes  quem foram os que a prenderam e a “maltrataram”, mas não sabe porquê .&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;Foi por isso, dona Dilma, a senhora e  seus comparsas queriam implantar o regime de Cuba no Brasil e estes que  estão aí, mortos pelo seu bando, foram alguns dos obstáculos que  impediram que alcançasse o seu objetivo de implantar uma DITADURA  COMUNISTA NO BRASIL.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;Claro, vocês não foram tratados como  trataram seus adversários aqui e nos regimes que lhes financiavam: Cuba&lt;span style="color: navy;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;Rússia e China, entre outros,&amp;nbsp;por isso  estão aí vivinhos,&amp;nbsp;sendo indenizados por essas mortes&amp;nbsp;e, pior,  governando este país!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;ASSASSINADOS PELA VPR E VAR-PALMARES  GRUPOS GUERRILHEIROS A QUE PERTENCIA A DILMA OU VANDA, OU PATRÍCIA, OU  LUÍZA, COMO ERAM SEUS CODINOMES.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E voce, vai votar na candidata do LULA?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;ACORDA BRASIL!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LTWZTP9nMIU/S64pZ-pbypI/AAAAAAAALC0/w7XjGDoYmm0/s640/ATT00006.jpg" width="484" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30409106-8541450280735691901?l=adrianaroos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adrianaroos.blogspot.com/feeds/8541450280735691901/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30409106&amp;postID=8541450280735691901&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30409106/posts/default/8541450280735691901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30409106/posts/default/8541450280735691901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adrianaroos.blogspot.com/2010/03/dilma-rousseff.html' title='DILMA ROUSSEFF'/><author><name>Adriana Roos</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/117449994589545496643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-UFwTKuk1BDM/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/Klq5bMaPkSg/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LTWZTP9nMIU/S64ou9hcFJI/AAAAAAAALBk/PuIewFzmN4Y/s72-c/ATT00001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30409106.post-7834554796478750051</id><published>2010-02-28T23:41:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2010-02-28T23:43:52.987-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='clima'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='governos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chuva'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='livros'/><title type='text'>QUEM TEM MEDO DO ESCURO?</title><content type='html'>Livro do Sidney Sheldon, que acabo de ler...&lt;br /&gt;Me deixou pensando...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apesar dos eventuais exageros típicos do autor, onde as protagonistas da historia são sempre mulheres lindas, maravilhosas e inteligentíssimas, o assunto do livro gira em torno de um dos problemas que mais nos afligem nos dias atuais: o controle do clima.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No livro, um cientista brilhante cria uma máquina,&amp;nbsp; (depois&amp;nbsp; aperfeiçoada por um outro conjunto de cientistas do mundo todo), que é capaz de criar chuvas, tempestades e furacões no globo todo. E essa maquina na mao do irmao do cientista que a criou é usada para extorquir o dinheiro de governos, ameaçando-os com chuvas que não param, estiagens prolongadas, etc...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No POSFACIO do livro, o autor assegura que os países que vinham pesquisando sobre o assunto se comprometeram de não criar jamais um equipamento que pudesse dessa forma controlar o clima, mas que não cumprem esta promessa porque ainda hoje continuam pesquisando uma forma de dominar os outros países, utilizando o clima ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ao mesmo tempo em que eu estava acabando de ler o livro, passava na tv&amp;nbsp; notícias sobre o terremoto no Chile e a enorme quantidade de pessoas mortas, os possiveis&amp;nbsp; tsunamis, as chuvas em Portugal, etc...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LTWZTP9nMIU/S4sa4aYpoLI/AAAAAAAAKow/o89ut8gp1ls/s1600-h/enchentes.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LTWZTP9nMIU/S4sa4aYpoLI/AAAAAAAAKow/o89ut8gp1ls/s320/enchentes.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Gostaria de acreditar que se um dia, algum pais tivesse uma forma de controlar realmente o clima mundial, fosse usado apenas e tao somente para o bem da humanidade, acabando com as secas que geram a fome e com as enchentes e furacoes que fazem com que pessoas de toda parte do mundo percam absolutamete tudo que possuem e que conseguiram conquistar as vezes com uma vida inteira de trabalho!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30409106-7834554796478750051?l=adrianaroos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adrianaroos.blogspot.com/feeds/7834554796478750051/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30409106&amp;postID=7834554796478750051&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30409106/posts/default/7834554796478750051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30409106/posts/default/7834554796478750051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adrianaroos.blogspot.com/2010/02/quem-tem-medo-do-escuro.html' title='QUEM TEM MEDO DO ESCURO?'/><author><name>Adriana Roos</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/117449994589545496643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-UFwTKuk1BDM/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/Klq5bMaPkSg/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LTWZTP9nMIU/S4sa4aYpoLI/AAAAAAAAKow/o89ut8gp1ls/s72-c/enchentes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30409106.post-584009338165971297</id><published>2010-02-10T19:42:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2010-02-10T19:42:24.955-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='parques de sao jose dos campos'/><title type='text'>Parque Municipal Vicentina Aranha I</title><content type='html'>Desde que começaram as aulas de meu filho, e as minhas ainda não, estou aproveitando as manhãs para fazer uma deliciosa caminhada!&lt;br /&gt;Acordo cedo por conta disso, e não via graça em voltar pra casa e dormir novamente além de estar&amp;nbsp; precisando de exercícios faz tempo.&lt;br /&gt;Perto de casa temos dois parques municipais, o Santos Dumont, que um dia falo dele, e o Vicentina Aranha, este em que estou caminhando...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O Vicentina Aranha foi durante muito tempo um sanatório para tratamento de tuberculosos. Formado por extensa área verde e vários prédios, onde eram abrigados separadamente os doentes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Após esta utilização ele foi um hospital público e depois foi comprado por empresas particulares para se tornar uma clínica, projeto que nao foi adiante.&lt;br /&gt;Ficou fechado durante anos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do site da prefeitura :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;O Parque Vicentina Aranha foi inaugurado no dia 27 de julho de 2007,  aniversário      da cidade. Com área total de 84.500 m², 11.080,83 m² de área  construída, os      visitantes têm espaço de sobra para caminhar, fazer cooper e  apreciar um belo      espaço arborizado e cheio de histórias. &lt;/span&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Os prédios e a capela faziam parte do antigo Sanatório Vicentina  Aranha,      complexo arquitetônico considerado uma das mais importantes  construções da      fase Sanatorial da América Latina, que serviu como base para outras  edificações      no município com finalidades idênticas. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Inaugurado em 27 de abril de 1924, com projeto do arquiteto Ramos  de Azevedo      e obras executadas sob a supervisão do engenheiro Augusto de Toledo,  o sanatório      tratou de tuberculosos e, até 2003 abrigou um hospital geriátrico,  com atividades      encerradas em 2004.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Pela importância histórica o local é protegido como patrimônio  histórico      pelo COMPHAC (Conselho Municipal do Patrimônio Histórico, Artístico,  Paisagístico      e Cultural), CONDEPHAAT (Conselho de Defesa do Patrimônio Histórico,  Artístico,      Arqueológico e Turístico do Estado de São Paulo) e está em processo  de tombamento      pelo IPHAM (Instituto do Patrimônio Histórico e Ambiental).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Por ser protegido como patrimônio histórico, ainda não foi possível realizar o processo de reformas, obras e melhorias nos predios do parque...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Mas é um lugar adorável pela sua natureza exuberante, seus moradores (aves, insetos e outros animaizinhos), pela agradável sensação de frescor que nos proporciona toda aquela área verde.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Lá eu vejo, todas as manhãs:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;patos de penacho:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LTWZTP9nMIU/S3Mk2vcBCoI/AAAAAAAAJic/H6jdsxV1rKA/s1600-h/Imag006.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LTWZTP9nMIU/S3Mk2vcBCoI/AAAAAAAAJic/H6jdsxV1rKA/s320/Imag006.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LTWZTP9nMIU/S3MkshkgcVI/AAAAAAAAJiU/TR4IX_unTaE/s1600-h/Imag005.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LTWZTP9nMIU/S3MkshkgcVI/AAAAAAAAJiU/TR4IX_unTaE/s320/Imag005.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;galinhas da angola&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LTWZTP9nMIU/S3MlS65_ceI/AAAAAAAAJio/h2BrzgopBGY/s1600-h/Imag009.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LTWZTP9nMIU/S3MlS65_ceI/AAAAAAAAJio/h2BrzgopBGY/s320/Imag009.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LTWZTP9nMIU/S3MldewZL7I/AAAAAAAAJiw/XoZBHZcSpAM/s1600-h/Imag021.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LTWZTP9nMIU/S3MldewZL7I/AAAAAAAAJiw/XoZBHZcSpAM/s320/Imag021.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;um belo e glamouroso galo que canta e encanta:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LTWZTP9nMIU/S3MlnebpWHI/AAAAAAAAJi4/wtbb-z1osvE/s1600-h/Imag026.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LTWZTP9nMIU/S3MlnebpWHI/AAAAAAAAJi4/wtbb-z1osvE/s320/Imag026.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LTWZTP9nMIU/S3MluskkEjI/AAAAAAAAJjA/YZYho6aW6VY/s1600-h/Imag029.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LTWZTP9nMIU/S3MluskkEjI/AAAAAAAAJjA/YZYho6aW6VY/s320/Imag029.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;árvores enormes e pequenas nascendo de mudas que foram plantadas pelas aves do local ou apenas se deixaram crescer por ali:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LTWZTP9nMIU/S3Ml3a0AARI/AAAAAAAAJjI/LdD0Iv4bE0Y/s1600-h/Imag018.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LTWZTP9nMIU/S3Ml3a0AARI/AAAAAAAAJjI/LdD0Iv4bE0Y/s320/Imag018.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LTWZTP9nMIU/S3MmBWfmstI/AAAAAAAAJjQ/cbj_nlj6CyA/s1600-h/Imag043.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LTWZTP9nMIU/S3MmBWfmstI/AAAAAAAAJjQ/cbj_nlj6CyA/s320/Imag043.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;uma sequência de ipês roxos que logo irão crescer e encher de flores todo este lado:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LTWZTP9nMIU/S3MmH-LIpsI/AAAAAAAAJjY/HorfA6SMzZc/s1600-h/Imag019.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LTWZTP9nMIU/S3MmH-LIpsI/AAAAAAAAJjY/HorfA6SMzZc/s400/Imag019.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;prédios históricos:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LTWZTP9nMIU/S3MmWBcTuCI/AAAAAAAAJjg/DmagMMw9KO8/s1600-h/Imag011.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LTWZTP9nMIU/S3MmWBcTuCI/AAAAAAAAJjg/DmagMMw9KO8/s320/Imag011.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LTWZTP9nMIU/S3MmgBHrbDI/AAAAAAAAJjo/dAF_k7ltRPs/s1600-h/Imag034.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LTWZTP9nMIU/S3MmgBHrbDI/AAAAAAAAJjo/dAF_k7ltRPs/s320/Imag034.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LTWZTP9nMIU/S3MmnpS6lKI/AAAAAAAAJjw/Z5GqmK-Fn70/s1600-h/Imag042.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LTWZTP9nMIU/S3MmnpS6lKI/AAAAAAAAJjw/Z5GqmK-Fn70/s320/Imag042.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LTWZTP9nMIU/S3MmuztUtxI/AAAAAAAAJj4/VCBQu2cT53c/s1600-h/Imag037.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LTWZTP9nMIU/S3MmuztUtxI/AAAAAAAAJj4/VCBQu2cT53c/s320/Imag037.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LTWZTP9nMIU/S3Mm5EHLr4I/AAAAAAAAJkA/JAquKfmjrds/s1600-h/Imag044.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LTWZTP9nMIU/S3Mm5EHLr4I/AAAAAAAAJkA/JAquKfmjrds/s320/Imag044.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;e mais muito mais!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&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/30409106-584009338165971297?l=adrianaroos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adrianaroos.blogspot.com/feeds/584009338165971297/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30409106&amp;postID=584009338165971297&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30409106/posts/default/584009338165971297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30409106/posts/default/584009338165971297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adrianaroos.blogspot.com/2010/02/parque-municipal-vicentina-aranha-i.html' title='Parque Municipal Vicentina Aranha I'/><author><name>Adriana Roos</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/117449994589545496643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-UFwTKuk1BDM/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/Klq5bMaPkSg/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LTWZTP9nMIU/S3Mk2vcBCoI/AAAAAAAAJic/H6jdsxV1rKA/s72-c/Imag006.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30409106.post-1465389426260514117</id><published>2010-01-25T21:13:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2010-01-25T21:13:50.562-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='doce'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='infância'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rabanada'/><title type='text'>RABANADAS</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;RABANADAS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Você sabe o que são rabanadas?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Bom rabanada é um tipo de doce feito com pão amanhecido, passado no leite e ovos batidos, fritos e depois cobertos com açúcar, ou açúcar e canela.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LTWZTP9nMIU/S14k9bA11iI/AAAAAAAAJfE/-EfuB4r6KkQ/s1600-h/Imag024.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LTWZTP9nMIU/S14k9bA11iI/AAAAAAAAJfE/-EfuB4r6KkQ/s320/Imag024.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Em casa, mamae fazia rabanadas, não na época de natal, como &amp;nbsp; agora virou&amp;nbsp; costume, mas em qualquer dia, em qualque época.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Minha irmã mais velha, a Susan depois ficou a "especialista" nas rabanadas em casa: sempre ela que fazia, pois era a que mais gostava.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Me espanta hoje saber que tem gente que nao conhece rabanada!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Tenho uma amiga de infância que só conhece porque nós ensinamos a ela o que era.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Antigamente também se fazia rabanada pra aproveitar as sobras...Hoje, vão a cafeterias e locais mais "chics" pra saboreá-las e elas acabam num instante!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/30409106-1465389426260514117?l=adrianaroos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adrianaroos.blogspot.com/feeds/1465389426260514117/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30409106&amp;postID=1465389426260514117&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30409106/posts/default/1465389426260514117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30409106/posts/default/1465389426260514117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adrianaroos.blogspot.com/2010/01/rabanadas.html' title='RABANADAS'/><author><name>Adriana Roos</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/117449994589545496643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-UFwTKuk1BDM/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/Klq5bMaPkSg/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LTWZTP9nMIU/S14k9bA11iI/AAAAAAAAJfE/-EfuB4r6KkQ/s72-c/Imag024.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30409106.post-4131564802497125579</id><published>2010-01-24T20:55:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2010-01-24T20:55:05.166-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='política'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pensamentos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='frases'/><title type='text'>políticos</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: larger;"&gt;'Os políticos e as fraldas devem ser mudados frequentemente e pela mesma razão'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: larger;"&gt;- Eça de Queiroz&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br class="clear" /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="otherInfo"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://leonoretadelambreta.blogs.sapo.pt/tag/politica" rel="tag"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30409106-4131564802497125579?l=adrianaroos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adrianaroos.blogspot.com/feeds/4131564802497125579/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30409106&amp;postID=4131564802497125579&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30409106/posts/default/4131564802497125579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30409106/posts/default/4131564802497125579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adrianaroos.blogspot.com/2010/01/politicos.html' title='políticos'/><author><name>Adriana Roos</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/117449994589545496643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-UFwTKuk1BDM/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/Klq5bMaPkSg/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30409106.post-3826559733057964728</id><published>2010-01-24T12:00:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2010-01-24T12:05:13.265-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bulbos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amarilis'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='flores'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='plantas'/><title type='text'>AMARILIS</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LTWZTP9nMIU/S1xSccJXt0I/AAAAAAAAJes/dRaTseJf4lM/s1600-h/Downloads1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LTWZTP9nMIU/S1xSccJXt0I/AAAAAAAAJes/dRaTseJf4lM/s400/Downloads1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img align="middle" alt="Posted by Picasa" border="0" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" style="-moz-background-clip: border; -moz-background-inline-policy: continuous; -moz-background-origin: padding; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; border: 0px none; padding: 0px;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;FOTO TIRADA DE CELULAR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Assim estão evoluindo minhas amarilis... de baixo para cima, como estavam e como estão, ou seja, consegui polinizar e estao se preparando para abrir os frutos e dar as semenstes, que tentatei plantar e ver brotar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30409106-3826559733057964728?l=adrianaroos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adrianaroos.blogspot.com/feeds/3826559733057964728/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30409106&amp;postID=3826559733057964728&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30409106/posts/default/3826559733057964728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30409106/posts/default/3826559733057964728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adrianaroos.blogspot.com/2010/01/amarilis.html' title='AMARILIS'/><author><name>Adriana Roos</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/117449994589545496643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-UFwTKuk1BDM/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/Klq5bMaPkSg/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LTWZTP9nMIU/S1xSccJXt0I/AAAAAAAAJes/dRaTseJf4lM/s72-c/Downloads1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30409106.post-9216603574668220685</id><published>2010-01-13T21:09:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T21:31:21.740-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='a vida é bela'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='avó'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amor'/><title type='text'>SER AVÓ</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LTWZTP9nMIU/S05SqV9qrdI/AAAAAAAAJcc/cW8g95ryULk/s1600-h/DSC00301.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LTWZTP9nMIU/S05SqV9qrdI/AAAAAAAAJcc/cW8g95ryULk/s400/DSC00301.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ser avó é tudo de bom e mais um pouco...&lt;br /&gt;Ter tanto amor pra dar e ver crescer ainda mais esse amor no fruto de nosso fruto nesta terra!&lt;br /&gt;Dá vontade de estar perto a toda hora, todo dia!&lt;br /&gt;Dá vontade de beijar, beijar e beijar!&lt;br /&gt;Toda hora vemos algo que gostariamos de comprar e ver nela, ou dar a ela!&lt;br /&gt;Bianca meu amor!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img align="middle" alt="Posted by Picasa" border="0" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" style="-moz-background-clip: border; -moz-background-inline-policy: continuous; -moz-background-origin: padding; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; border: 0px none; padding: 0px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/30409106-9216603574668220685?l=adrianaroos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adrianaroos.blogspot.com/feeds/9216603574668220685/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30409106&amp;postID=9216603574668220685&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30409106/posts/default/9216603574668220685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30409106/posts/default/9216603574668220685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adrianaroos.blogspot.com/2010/01/ser-avo.html' title='SER AVÓ'/><author><name>Adriana Roos</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/117449994589545496643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-UFwTKuk1BDM/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/Klq5bMaPkSg/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LTWZTP9nMIU/S05SqV9qrdI/AAAAAAAAJcc/cW8g95ryULk/s72-c/DSC00301.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30409106.post-2740985550173763743</id><published>2010-01-09T13:50:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2010-01-09T13:50:26.624-02:00</updated><title type='text'>JOAO</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LTWZTP9nMIU/S0ilwJ2HyWI/AAAAAAAAJao/yiIpJFrNs_E/s1600-h/FINAL+2009+E+INICIO+2010+086.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LTWZTP9nMIU/S0ilwJ2HyWI/AAAAAAAAJao/yiIpJFrNs_E/s400/FINAL+2009+E+INICIO+2010+086.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FILHO DA CAROL E DO ALEJANDRO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Visitamos neste final de ano, filhinho de uma amiga, que mora em Ubatuba...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30409106-2740985550173763743?l=adrianaroos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adrianaroos.blogspot.com/feeds/2740985550173763743/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30409106&amp;postID=2740985550173763743&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30409106/posts/default/2740985550173763743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30409106/posts/default/2740985550173763743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adrianaroos.blogspot.com/2010/01/joao.html' title='JOAO'/><author><name>Adriana Roos</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/117449994589545496643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-UFwTKuk1BDM/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/Klq5bMaPkSg/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LTWZTP9nMIU/S0ilwJ2HyWI/AAAAAAAAJao/yiIpJFrNs_E/s72-c/FINAL+2009+E+INICIO+2010+086.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30409106.post-778320558815493300</id><published>2010-01-09T00:18:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2010-01-09T00:18:03.275-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amizade'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='alegria'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='a vida é bela'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crianças'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='praia'/><title type='text'>João e Julia</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LTWZTP9nMIU/S0YDEk_DE8I/AAAAAAAAJYU/Cfq0J-QC2E0/s1600-h/FINAL+2009+E+INICIO+2010+031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LTWZTP9nMIU/S0YDEk_DE8I/AAAAAAAAJYU/Cfq0J-QC2E0/s400/FINAL+2009+E+INICIO+2010+031.jpg" /&gt;De tudo que passarmos, de tudo que fizermos, vamos levando as marcas, as lembranças, os sentimentos.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meus sentimentos de amor e carinho por uma criança que eu antes conhecia de vista e agora conheço de coração, de contato, de estarmos juntas e compartilharmos experiencias e casualidades do dia-a-dia...&lt;br /&gt;Minha criança linda, queria falar-te todos os dias, ver-te todos os dias, estar por perto sempre.&lt;br /&gt;Talvez a maioria das pessoas nao entenda o que acontece e aconteceu conosco nestes dias, mas uma sintonia tao grande e tao forte.&lt;br /&gt;Após visitarmos lojas onde você dizia: &lt;i&gt;este vestido fica bem em voce, ou venha ver que lindo o elefante!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um peixe, um painel com letras com imã para colar na geladeira, uma galinha feita de cabaça, uma vela artesanal, enfim, todos objetos que te chamaram atençao, e que alegremente voce me mostrava pra compartilhar, uma vitrine,&amp;nbsp; era momento de compartilhamento, uma loja de roupas, outro, uma florzinha, um "carritcho"...&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img align="middle" alt="Posted by Picasa" border="0" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" style="-moz-background-clip: border; -moz-background-inline-policy: continuous; -moz-background-origin: padding; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; border: 0px none; padding: 0px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/30409106-778320558815493300?l=adrianaroos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adrianaroos.blogspot.com/feeds/778320558815493300/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30409106&amp;postID=778320558815493300&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30409106/posts/default/778320558815493300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30409106/posts/default/778320558815493300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adrianaroos.blogspot.com/2010/01/joao-e-julia.html' title='João e Julia'/><author><name>Adriana Roos</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/117449994589545496643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-UFwTKuk1BDM/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/Klq5bMaPkSg/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LTWZTP9nMIU/S0YDEk_DE8I/AAAAAAAAJYU/Cfq0J-QC2E0/s72-c/FINAL+2009+E+INICIO+2010+031.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30409106.post-1430716778991515492</id><published>2010-01-07T13:32:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2010-01-07T13:32:16.601-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='BLOGS que visitei e gostei'/><title type='text'>Aromâncias</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LTWZTP9nMIU/S0X-Wmhc-pI/AAAAAAAAJW4/ioKMtr4pU2Q/s1600-h/aromancias.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LTWZTP9nMIU/S0X-Wmhc-pI/AAAAAAAAJW4/ioKMtr4pU2Q/s400/aromancias.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://aromancias.blogspot.com/"&gt;Aromâncias&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30409106-1430716778991515492?l=adrianaroos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://aromancias.blogspot.com/' title='Aromâncias'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adrianaroos.blogspot.com/feeds/1430716778991515492/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30409106&amp;postID=1430716778991515492&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30409106/posts/default/1430716778991515492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30409106/posts/default/1430716778991515492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adrianaroos.blogspot.com/2010/01/aromancias.html' title='Aromâncias'/><author><name>Adriana Roos</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/117449994589545496643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-UFwTKuk1BDM/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/Klq5bMaPkSg/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LTWZTP9nMIU/S0X-Wmhc-pI/AAAAAAAAJW4/ioKMtr4pU2Q/s72-c/aromancias.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30409106.post-7924445267168247544</id><published>2010-01-06T18:15:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2010-01-07T13:54:23.472-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amizade'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lazer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='caramujo africano'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='praia'/><title type='text'>Voltando</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Após alguns dias na praia, estamos de volta... estou de volta!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Tanta coisa acontece em alguns poucos diasde férias!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Lá tudo era sossego.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Preocupação maior: &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;a que praia vamos&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;?&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Ou:&amp;nbsp; &lt;i&gt;o que vamos comer&lt;/i&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;E o resto era sol, mar, chuva ou nuvens, um calor gostoso, brincadeiras na água, crianças, sorrisos e alegria.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Tudo é bom. Tudo é legal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Parece que os dias correm soltos, sem sabermos que horas são, e em&amp;nbsp; que dia da semana estamos. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;A praia...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;O&amp;nbsp; mar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Areia...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LTWZTP9nMIU/S0YDaNbCXNI/AAAAAAAAJYg/L5_8K4Vw8_w/s1600-h/C%C3%B3pia+%282%29+de+FINAL+2009+E+INICIO+2010+056.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LTWZTP9nMIU/S0YDaNbCXNI/AAAAAAAAJYg/L5_8K4Vw8_w/s320/C%C3%B3pia+%282%29+de+FINAL+2009+E+INICIO+2010+056.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Júlia e João Pedro&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Júlia, João Pedro!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Que delícia respirar a alegria das crianças!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Vamos ver a invasão caramujal?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;INVASÃO CARAMUJAAAAAAL!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt; - para cada caramujo que encontramos, gritávamos a nossa frase, e eram muitos!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Saíamos pra ver se eles estavam invadindo e,&amp;nbsp; batata: sempre estavam! - infelizmente (são caramujos africanos trazidos ao Brasil, que não tem predadores naturais, devoram a vegetação e podem transmitir doenças - se estiverem contaminados...).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;No penúltimo dia, resolvemos: as onze e meia da noite descemos e fomos olhar os caramujos. Não satisfeitos, levamos dois sacos, e "equipados" começamos a nossa batalha contra a invasão caramujal!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;A cada caramujo, um grito de Júlia, e eu pegando&amp;nbsp; um a um e colocando&amp;nbsp; na sacola.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Catamos uns trinta mais ou&amp;nbsp; menos... lotou a sacola,( e são&amp;nbsp; pesados!!!!). &lt;i&gt;O que vamos fazer agora, como vamos matá-los&lt;/i&gt;? Sem pedra grande pra jogar em cima, decidimos, eu, o João , o João Pedro e a Júlia, achar algo pra por em cima deles e passar com o pneu do carro, esmagando-os.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Tudo pronto, papelão em cima deles, la vai o Jo passar por cima:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;creckt!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Vários esmagados, alguns sairam para fora do papelao, ajeitamos - eu, Julia e JP assistindo o esmagamento e vibrando por estarmos eliminando boa parte da praga que invadia o terreno ao lado de nossa "casa" na praia!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Vai daí, o Jo resolve: &lt;i&gt;vou derrapar em cima deles, pra esmagartodos&amp;nbsp; de uma vez!Saiam de perto, pra nao espirrar!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Saímos e la foi ele, derrapando &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;mesmo &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;em cima dos nojentos!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Daqui a pouco, só vejo ele saindo do carro, deixou o carro ligado, braço esticado, e com cara de bobo: "- &lt;i&gt;vou ter que me lavar, espirrou caramujo em mim! &lt;/i&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Não dava nem pra dar risada, pois o risco de contaminação deixou ele em quase panico!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Daí falei pra Juca: quis fazer graça, olha o que deu!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LTWZTP9nMIU/S0YAaKmBROI/AAAAAAAAJXE/Zrpiih2dZdE/s1600-h/FINAL+2009+E+INICIO+2010+032.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LTWZTP9nMIU/S0YAaKmBROI/AAAAAAAAJXE/Zrpiih2dZdE/s320/FINAL+2009+E+INICIO+2010+032.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;julia eu e joao pedro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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/30409106-7924445267168247544?l=adrianaroos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adrianaroos.blogspot.com/feeds/7924445267168247544/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30409106&amp;postID=7924445267168247544&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30409106/posts/default/7924445267168247544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30409106/posts/default/7924445267168247544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adrianaroos.blogspot.com/2010/01/voltando.html' title='Voltando'/><author><name>Adriana Roos</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/117449994589545496643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-UFwTKuk1BDM/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/Klq5bMaPkSg/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LTWZTP9nMIU/S0YDaNbCXNI/AAAAAAAAJYg/L5_8K4Vw8_w/s72-c/C%C3%B3pia+%282%29+de+FINAL+2009+E+INICIO+2010+056.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30409106.post-620155022196015212</id><published>2009-12-18T21:04:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2011-01-18T23:03:12.243-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amizade'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='a vida é bela'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='natal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amor'/><title type='text'>Vem chegando o NATAL</title><content type='html'>E a gente sente a maior vontade de estar feliz!&lt;br /&gt;De comemorar ao lado de quem amamos!&lt;br /&gt;De desejar felicidade a todos amigos e conhecidos!&lt;br /&gt;De AMAR no sentido pleno da palavra...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A todos meus amigos, virtuais ou não, eu desejo um Natal cheio de amor e paz, uma noite especial, onde o principal, o nascimento de Jesus, nosso Salvador, seja comemorado e lembrado !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LTWZTP9nMIU/SywKVItZ1TI/AAAAAAAAJF0/0zSlicIdDTc/s1600-h/imagens.natalinas5.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LTWZTP9nMIU/SywKVItZ1TI/AAAAAAAAJF0/0zSlicIdDTc/s320/imagens.natalinas5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Beijos a todos e FELIZ NATAL!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30409106-620155022196015212?l=adrianaroos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adrianaroos.blogspot.com/feeds/620155022196015212/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30409106&amp;postID=620155022196015212&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30409106/posts/default/620155022196015212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30409106/posts/default/620155022196015212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adrianaroos.blogspot.com/2009/12/vem-chegando-o-natal.html' title='Vem chegando o NATAL'/><author><name>Adriana Roos</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/117449994589545496643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-UFwTKuk1BDM/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/Klq5bMaPkSg/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LTWZTP9nMIU/SywKVItZ1TI/AAAAAAAAJF0/0zSlicIdDTc/s72-c/imagens.natalinas5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30409106.post-5885186557507476512</id><published>2009-12-12T22:56:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2009-12-13T00:13:07.297-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amizade'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='encontros'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='a vida é bela'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='morte'/><title type='text'>Morreu?</title><content type='html'>Ontem fui ao encontro anual de amigos do SENAI, que era amigo secreto e agora vamos por pura amizade...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chegamos, e logicamente, após um ano, muitos assuntos, abraços e saudades, pra por em dia!&lt;br /&gt;Começamos tirando fotos, e logo de cara, a mudança:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Não dava pra ver as fotos sem por óculos pra perto!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu, e os tres amigos que estavamos la, dai uma pegou o óculos na bolsa e foi nossa salvação!&lt;br /&gt;Compartilhamos do óculos alegres e sorridentes, tiramos fotos vendo foto de oculos e foi aquela zoação!&lt;br /&gt;Depois chegaram os dois ultimos amigos, e papo vem papo vai alguem fala:&lt;br /&gt;Fulano morreu, sabia?&lt;br /&gt;Todo mundo sabia menos eu, dai fiquei espantada, e triste, assim , meio olhando e dizendo: Morreu, como?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Morreu de cancer...&lt;br /&gt;- Nossa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciclano tambem morreu!&lt;br /&gt;e eu: Nossa! Não acredito!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daí a Monica vem com a frase: _&lt;b&gt;AS PESSOAS MORREM, DRI!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E eu com aquela cara de "nossa!" entalada na garganta, fiquei na minha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Passa mais um tempo, alguem fala:&lt;/b&gt; -Ah, o Beltrano tambem morreu...&lt;br /&gt;E aí o espanto é da Neide, que tinha mais amizade: - Não acredito, morreu, nao pode ser, mas ele era tao forte, e tao garanhao e tal...&lt;br /&gt;- Pois é.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mais conversa, bebidinhas, comida, troca de experiencias e de novo o assunto:&lt;br /&gt;Ah sabia que o fulano morreu!&lt;br /&gt;E aí foi a Monica que pasmou....&lt;br /&gt;E eu dei o troco depressa : Mo,&amp;nbsp; &lt;b&gt;AS PESSOAS MORREM!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;E assim, &lt;/b&gt;a cada um que lembravamos que havia morrido e tal, alguem sempre ficava mais surpreso , porque nao sabia, e tinha mais intimidade com aquela pessoa que morreu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Nós, &lt;/b&gt;no nosso&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;tempo de SENAI - agora só estao la o Julio, a Lucia e o Zuca, que estavam conosco ontem, e o resto continua indo como ex SENAI!&lt;br /&gt;A Lu, mandou tempero pra nos, e nao foi....&lt;br /&gt;Continuando, &lt;b&gt;nós&lt;/b&gt; eramos os mais novos do nosso tempo. Esses de que falei sem citar nomes eram os mais antigos la, e agora estao mais velhos, ou estariam...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E toda vez que alguem pasmava falavamos:&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;AS PESSOAS MORREM!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E a noite foi passando, tudo muito gostoso, muitas risadas, muita conversa boa e conversa mole jogada fora &lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;e também muitas fotos, quando der ponho algumas aqui....&lt;br /&gt;E como sempre ficamos prometendo nos encontrarmos antes do proximo final de ano...&lt;br /&gt;Será? O ano passa voando e nao conseguimos nunca... &lt;br /&gt;Ter amigos é muito bom...&lt;br /&gt;E ano que vem tem mais!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30409106-5885186557507476512?l=adrianaroos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adrianaroos.blogspot.com/feeds/5885186557507476512/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30409106&amp;postID=5885186557507476512&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30409106/posts/default/5885186557507476512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30409106/posts/default/5885186557507476512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adrianaroos.blogspot.com/2009/12/morreu.html' title='Morreu?'/><author><name>Adriana Roos</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/117449994589545496643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-UFwTKuk1BDM/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/Klq5bMaPkSg/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30409106.post-7241405629507449712</id><published>2009-12-10T22:17:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T22:17:48.920-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bulbos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='flores'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='plantas'/><title type='text'>bulbos</title><content type='html'>Sempre gostei de plantas em geral...&lt;br /&gt;Aqui nos blogs conheci um que fala de bulbos e alimentando meu gosto por plantas passei a acompanhar, os Bulbos da Cris.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas o meu bulbo nao quer&amp;nbsp; crescer rapido como diz o folheto e como diz o blog da Cris!&lt;br /&gt;Que sera que ele tem? Ou o que sera que lhe falta? Faz um mes que eu o plantei e ele ainda esta assim com apenas a ponta das folhas a brotar, uns 3 cms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28/11/20009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hoje: 10/12/2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parece que ele "ouviu" o que eu tinha pra falar!&lt;br /&gt;E agora está assim:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LTWZTP9nMIU/SyGMnuVzFQI/AAAAAAAAJCs/hjQzmD1n7yw/s1600-h/Imag024.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LTWZTP9nMIU/SyGMnuVzFQI/AAAAAAAAJCs/hjQzmD1n7yw/s320/Imag024.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;o dedo é pra mostrar a proporção do caule...&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LTWZTP9nMIU/SyGNJYGleDI/AAAAAAAAJC0/7VyFQQEeRls/s1600-h/Imag030.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LTWZTP9nMIU/SyGNJYGleDI/AAAAAAAAJC0/7VyFQQEeRls/s320/Imag030.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Abriu hoje esta...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;E estas ontem:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LTWZTP9nMIU/SyGOJhV2LRI/AAAAAAAAJC8/HnWgyrC1wxQ/s1600-h/Imag031.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LTWZTP9nMIU/SyGOJhV2LRI/AAAAAAAAJC8/HnWgyrC1wxQ/s320/Imag031.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LTWZTP9nMIU/SyGO32w2LTI/AAAAAAAAJDE/Ar-wcq3edKY/s1600-h/Imag076.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LTWZTP9nMIU/SyGO32w2LTI/AAAAAAAAJDE/Ar-wcq3edKY/s320/Imag076.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Amei!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Talvez gostem daqui:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bolbos-em-flor.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://bolbos-em-flor.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&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/30409106-7241405629507449712?l=adrianaroos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adrianaroos.blogspot.com/feeds/7241405629507449712/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30409106&amp;postID=7241405629507449712&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30409106/posts/default/7241405629507449712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30409106/posts/default/7241405629507449712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adrianaroos.blogspot.com/2009/12/bulbos.html' title='bulbos'/><author><name>Adriana Roos</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/117449994589545496643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-UFwTKuk1BDM/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/Klq5bMaPkSg/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LTWZTP9nMIU/SyGMnuVzFQI/AAAAAAAAJCs/hjQzmD1n7yw/s72-c/Imag024.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30409106.post-2647300175482018345</id><published>2009-11-29T22:50:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2009-11-29T22:50:52.408-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='prevenção'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='aids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='doenças'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LTWZTP9nMIU/SxMWegroTBI/AAAAAAAAJAM/3Pr3HDany7A/s1600/images.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LTWZTP9nMIU/SxMWegroTBI/AAAAAAAAJAM/3Pr3HDany7A/s320/images.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O editorial do Diário Catarinense aborda os números da aids divulgados na semana pelo Ministério da Saúde e pelo Unaids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;O documento do Ministério da Saúde acende um sinal de alerta que não pode ser ignorado&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Santa Catarina manteve sua triste posição de terceiro estado com a mais alta taxa de casos, com 26,9 para cada grupo de 100 mil habitantes.&lt;br /&gt;No início da semana, um relatório do Programa Conjunto das Nações Unidas Sobre a Aids informava que há, no planeta, 33 milhões de pessoas infectadas com o HIV, e que, a cada dia, são contabilizados 7,4 mil casos novos.&lt;br /&gt;O mesmo relatório da ONU enfatizava a necessidade de reforçar as políticas de prevenção, e lembrava que, os novos medicamentos e tratamentos antirretrovirais possibilitam, sobrevida de qualidade cada vez maior e melhor aos doentes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Pandemia em plena atividade, a aids exige atenção e ações permanentes da saúde pública. Em Santa Catarina e no mundo inteiro. Os números estão na mesa.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LTWZTP9nMIU/SxMWomrXB0I/AAAAAAAAJAU/EG_qdPnlHw4/s1600/images2+.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LTWZTP9nMIU/SxMWomrXB0I/AAAAAAAAJAU/EG_qdPnlHw4/s400/images2+.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/30409106-2647300175482018345?l=adrianaroos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adrianaroos.blogspot.com/feeds/2647300175482018345/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30409106&amp;postID=2647300175482018345&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30409106/posts/default/2647300175482018345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30409106/posts/default/2647300175482018345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adrianaroos.blogspot.com/2009/11/o-editorial-do-diario-catarinense.html' title=''/><author><name>Adriana Roos</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/117449994589545496643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-UFwTKuk1BDM/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/Klq5bMaPkSg/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LTWZTP9nMIU/SxMWegroTBI/AAAAAAAAJAM/3Pr3HDany7A/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30409106.post-6659043290546723797</id><published>2009-11-28T13:15:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2009-11-28T13:15:12.056-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='aniversário'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='alegria'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='a vida é bela'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='família'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='neta'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='filhos'/><title type='text'>Bianca</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LTWZTP9nMIU/SxE-PsuMtUI/AAAAAAAAI_c/5pFQXFot1jY/s1600/bi008.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LTWZTP9nMIU/SxE-PsuMtUI/AAAAAAAAI_c/5pFQXFot1jY/s320/bi008.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Um mes de vida e cheia de fazer carinhas e boquinhas!&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/30409106-6659043290546723797?l=adrianaroos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adrianaroos.blogspot.com/feeds/6659043290546723797/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30409106&amp;postID=6659043290546723797&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30409106/posts/default/6659043290546723797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30409106/posts/default/6659043290546723797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adrianaroos.blogspot.com/2009/11/bianca.html' title='Bianca'/><author><name>Adriana Roos</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/117449994589545496643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-UFwTKuk1BDM/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/Klq5bMaPkSg/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LTWZTP9nMIU/SxE-PsuMtUI/AAAAAAAAI_c/5pFQXFot1jY/s72-c/bi008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30409106.post-3080072000672427581</id><published>2009-11-28T11:43:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2011-12-19T13:24:40.860-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Nazareth - Love Hurts</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://2.gvt0.com/vi/soDZBW-1P04/0.jpg"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/soDZBW-1P04&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266"  src="http://www.youtube.com/v/soDZBW-1P04&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SAUDADES DE UM BOM TEMPO EM NOSSA FAMÍLIA!!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30409106-3080072000672427581?l=adrianaroos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adrianaroos.blogspot.com/feeds/3080072000672427581/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30409106&amp;postID=3080072000672427581&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30409106/posts/default/3080072000672427581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30409106/posts/default/3080072000672427581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adrianaroos.blogspot.com/2009/11/nazareth-love-hurts.html' title='Nazareth - Love Hurts'/><author><name>Adriana Roos</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/117449994589545496643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-UFwTKuk1BDM/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/Klq5bMaPkSg/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30409106.post-1129385142493958021</id><published>2009-11-27T00:20:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2009-11-27T00:20:54.057-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='AÇÃO DE GRAÇAS'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Deus'/><title type='text'>DIA DE AÇÃO DE GRAÇAS</title><content type='html'>Aqui nao comemos peru, nem é feriado também, mas é dia de Açao de Graças!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu agradeço a todos que me leem, os que conheci por aqui, os que ja sao meus velhos conhecidos e amigos de verdade e nao virtuais, apesar dos virtuais tambem &lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;serem de verdade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agradeço a DEUS primeiramente por tudo que sou, que tenho e por tudo que Ele me dá.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Minha neta fez um mes hoje... OBIGADA !&lt;br /&gt;Enxergo: OBRIGADA&lt;br /&gt;Falo e ando: OBRIGADA&lt;br /&gt;Não tenho nenhuma doença grave: OBRIGADA&lt;br /&gt;Sou feliz: OBRIGADA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LTWZTP9nMIU/Sw81wuDpNmI/AAAAAAAAI-Q/JGtMSh6e3H8/s1600/livro21.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LTWZTP9nMIU/Sw81wuDpNmI/AAAAAAAAI-Q/JGtMSh6e3H8/s400/livro21.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;POR TUDO DA VIDA: &lt;span style="color: red; font-size: small;"&gt;OBRIGADA MEU DEUS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30409106-1129385142493958021?l=adrianaroos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adrianaroos.blogspot.com/feeds/1129385142493958021/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30409106&amp;postID=1129385142493958021&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30409106/posts/default/1129385142493958021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30409106/posts/default/1129385142493958021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adrianaroos.blogspot.com/2009/11/dia-de-acao-de-gracas.html' title='DIA DE AÇÃO DE GRAÇAS'/><author><name>Adriana Roos</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/117449994589545496643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-UFwTKuk1BDM/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/Klq5bMaPkSg/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LTWZTP9nMIU/Sw81wuDpNmI/AAAAAAAAI-Q/JGtMSh6e3H8/s72-c/livro21.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30409106.post-8273701081311880570</id><published>2009-11-18T15:01:00.004-02:00</published><updated>2009-11-18T15:39:11.392-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='respeito'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='curiosidades sobre o país'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='política'/><title type='text'>ACERTE O ALVO!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Li, gostei &lt;/span&gt;do que li e coloco aqui pra que meus leitores também o façam...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A falta de dignidade daqueles que nos governam está demais!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não faço apologia ao crime, nem desejo a morte de ninguém, muito menos de quem nos governa, é somente no &lt;b style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;sentido figurado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; dessa mensagem que me faz pedir&lt;b&gt;:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;EXIJIMOS RESPEITO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vejam aqui:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogdazizi.blogspot.com/2009/11/rola-na-rede.html"&gt;http://blogdazizi.blogspot.com/2009/11/rola-na-rede.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30409106-8273701081311880570?l=adrianaroos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adrianaroos.blogspot.com/feeds/8273701081311880570/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30409106&amp;postID=8273701081311880570&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30409106/posts/default/8273701081311880570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30409106/posts/default/8273701081311880570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adrianaroos.blogspot.com/2009/11/acerte-o-alvo.html' title='ACERTE O ALVO!'/><author><name>Adriana Roos</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/117449994589545496643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-UFwTKuk1BDM/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/Klq5bMaPkSg/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
