<?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-2325944441096216654</id><updated>2012-02-16T02:07:10.967-07:00</updated><title type='text'>O Fabuloso Destino de J.G.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cotidianodeumsonho.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2325944441096216654/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cotidianodeumsonho.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Juliana G.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05904633768246929960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_2IoAIhbVmE0/R9FLRFbpxYI/AAAAAAAAAEs/Px7Qt2UF1VM/S220/Flor+008.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>18</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2325944441096216654.post-1476582081953593167</id><published>2008-12-07T12:24:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T12:27:33.133-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Meu grande defeito.</title><content type='html'>Eu sempre espero que você seja igual a mim. Que reajam da mesma maneira que eu iria se eu estivesse no seu lugar, que façam as coisas como elas acontecem na minha imaginação. Eu sei, não posso controlar as reações de ninguém. Mas ãs vezes eu queria. Queria que tudo fosse como eu pense, como eu imagino. Mas não é.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu sei que devo aceitar você como você é.  Mas eu sempre espero mais.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Desculpa.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2325944441096216654-1476582081953593167?l=cotidianodeumsonho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cotidianodeumsonho.blogspot.com/feeds/1476582081953593167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2325944441096216654&amp;postID=1476582081953593167' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2325944441096216654/posts/default/1476582081953593167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2325944441096216654/posts/default/1476582081953593167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cotidianodeumsonho.blogspot.com/2008/12/meu-grande-defeito.html' title='Meu grande defeito.'/><author><name>Juliana G.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05904633768246929960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_2IoAIhbVmE0/R9FLRFbpxYI/AAAAAAAAAEs/Px7Qt2UF1VM/S220/Flor+008.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2325944441096216654.post-8862388149809872520</id><published>2008-10-23T20:11:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T20:12:39.500-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Cansada, com sono, muitas coisas na cabeça.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sabedoria do Orkut: "O coração é mais sábio do que a razão"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vê se eu preciso de uma dessa pra terminar meu dia?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2325944441096216654-8862388149809872520?l=cotidianodeumsonho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cotidianodeumsonho.blogspot.com/feeds/8862388149809872520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2325944441096216654&amp;postID=8862388149809872520' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2325944441096216654/posts/default/8862388149809872520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2325944441096216654/posts/default/8862388149809872520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cotidianodeumsonho.blogspot.com/2008/10/cansada-com-sono-muitas-coisas-na-cabea.html' title=''/><author><name>Juliana G.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05904633768246929960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_2IoAIhbVmE0/R9FLRFbpxYI/AAAAAAAAAEs/Px7Qt2UF1VM/S220/Flor+008.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2325944441096216654.post-2572520629684628592</id><published>2008-09-16T18:13:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T18:14:16.377-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A verdade</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;O band-aid só funciona enquanto está grudado na pele.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2325944441096216654-2572520629684628592?l=cotidianodeumsonho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cotidianodeumsonho.blogspot.com/feeds/2572520629684628592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2325944441096216654&amp;postID=2572520629684628592' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2325944441096216654/posts/default/2572520629684628592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2325944441096216654/posts/default/2572520629684628592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cotidianodeumsonho.blogspot.com/2008/09/verdade.html' title='A verdade'/><author><name>Juliana G.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05904633768246929960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_2IoAIhbVmE0/R9FLRFbpxYI/AAAAAAAAAEs/Px7Qt2UF1VM/S220/Flor+008.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2325944441096216654.post-2552746952586046454</id><published>2008-09-15T23:24:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T23:27:22.802-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2IoAIhbVmE0/SM9Di9RI8aI/AAAAAAAAAGM/R1qcRPNcSxk/s1600-h/DSC_0500+-+Copy.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246486358750982562" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2IoAIhbVmE0/SM9Di9RI8aI/AAAAAAAAAGM/R1qcRPNcSxk/s320/DSC_0500+-+Copy.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; FELICIDADE&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;Tão incrocreto.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2325944441096216654-2552746952586046454?l=cotidianodeumsonho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cotidianodeumsonho.blogspot.com/feeds/2552746952586046454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2325944441096216654&amp;postID=2552746952586046454' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2325944441096216654/posts/default/2552746952586046454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2325944441096216654/posts/default/2552746952586046454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cotidianodeumsonho.blogspot.com/2008/09/felicidade-to-incrocreto.html' title=''/><author><name>Juliana G.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05904633768246929960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_2IoAIhbVmE0/R9FLRFbpxYI/AAAAAAAAAEs/Px7Qt2UF1VM/S220/Flor+008.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2IoAIhbVmE0/SM9Di9RI8aI/AAAAAAAAAGM/R1qcRPNcSxk/s72-c/DSC_0500+-+Copy.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2325944441096216654.post-471120478840499931</id><published>2008-07-16T22:17:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-07-16T22:17:30.944-06:00</updated><title type='text'>E agora José?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;E agora, José???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2325944441096216654-471120478840499931?l=cotidianodeumsonho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cotidianodeumsonho.blogspot.com/feeds/471120478840499931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2325944441096216654&amp;postID=471120478840499931' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2325944441096216654/posts/default/471120478840499931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2325944441096216654/posts/default/471120478840499931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cotidianodeumsonho.blogspot.com/2008/07/e-agora-jos.html' title='E agora José?'/><author><name>Juliana G.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05904633768246929960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_2IoAIhbVmE0/R9FLRFbpxYI/AAAAAAAAAEs/Px7Qt2UF1VM/S220/Flor+008.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2325944441096216654.post-4137826551191603254</id><published>2008-07-11T22:04:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-07-11T22:11:03.955-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Princesa Juliana</title><content type='html'>Quase 3 meses no Canadá e o resultado é: amigos de quase todos os lugares do mundo, vários amigos brasileiros falando inglês juntos, andanças de trem de madrugada, 7 eleven quase todo fim de semana pra ligar pra um tax, Starbucks, Tim Hortons, donuts, cupcakes, comida coreana, chinesa, vietnamisa, italiana, e canadense , claro. E óbvio não posso esquecer do churrasco do Gaúcho e da feijoada de Dona Ana.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deixando de ser princesa e passando a ser plebéia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Panelas, copos, taças, pratos, facas, garfos, colheres, espátulas, copinhos, conteiners, espetos, bucha, bombril e sabão, isso também faz parte do meu cotidiano. Sim, sou dishwasher e sou feliz!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Até a próxima....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2325944441096216654-4137826551191603254?l=cotidianodeumsonho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cotidianodeumsonho.blogspot.com/feeds/4137826551191603254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2325944441096216654&amp;postID=4137826551191603254' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2325944441096216654/posts/default/4137826551191603254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2325944441096216654/posts/default/4137826551191603254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cotidianodeumsonho.blogspot.com/2008/07/princesa-juliana.html' title='Princesa Juliana'/><author><name>Juliana G.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05904633768246929960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_2IoAIhbVmE0/R9FLRFbpxYI/AAAAAAAAAEs/Px7Qt2UF1VM/S220/Flor+008.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2325944441096216654.post-3054026069183515208</id><published>2008-06-03T08:18:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-06-03T08:26:57.928-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Entrando na geladeira.</title><content type='html'>Ol'a leitores! (Se 'e que eles ainda existem...) Reconhe'co que passei muito tempo sem atualizar isso aqui, mas 'e que como n~ao tenho computador aqui fica dif'icil, n'e?? To sem computador, sem acesso, sem dinheiro, sem amigos! kkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk Brincando! To s'o sem pc, mas 'e isso mesmo, a vida continua.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T^o aqui no Canad'a faz mais de um m^es. E o resumo desse m^es: n~ao posso reclamar de nada!  'E diferente demais aqui, as pequenas coisas que fazem uma diferen'ca absurda, tanto coisa boa, tanto coisa ruim. Aqui 'e maravilhoso, mas n~ao 'e perfeito! Essa semana teve um casa de suic'idio dom'estico, horr'ivel (o cara matou os filhos, a esposa e uma mulher que morava com eles, n~ao quero nem pensar...). As pequenas coisas boas: a educa'c~ao! gente, isso 'e muito diferente do Brasil, os carros param quando vc vai atravessar, sabe? as pessoas pedem desculpa, lincen'ca, por favor, obrigada, essas coisas. O lado ruim? As pessoas quase n`ao se abracam, s~ao muito formais, frios at'e. E eu to acostumada com o Brasil, n'e??? Isso 'e dif'icil ainda pra mim. Mas de resto... T^o curtindo a vida aqui. Trabalho, estudo, acordo cedo, durmo tarde.&lt;br /&gt;Vou tentar colocar fotos aqui ou no flickr e tentar atualizar mais isso aqui, certo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um beijo aos que ficam, vou entrar na geladeira!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2325944441096216654-3054026069183515208?l=cotidianodeumsonho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cotidianodeumsonho.blogspot.com/feeds/3054026069183515208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2325944441096216654&amp;postID=3054026069183515208' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2325944441096216654/posts/default/3054026069183515208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2325944441096216654/posts/default/3054026069183515208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cotidianodeumsonho.blogspot.com/2008/06/entrando-na-geladeira.html' title='Entrando na geladeira.'/><author><name>Juliana G.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05904633768246929960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_2IoAIhbVmE0/R9FLRFbpxYI/AAAAAAAAAEs/Px7Qt2UF1VM/S220/Flor+008.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2325944441096216654.post-8834023704694315858</id><published>2008-04-15T09:55:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-04-15T10:06:29.501-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Tempos Modernos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2IoAIhbVmE0/SATSSuGXWfI/AAAAAAAAAFs/8nWojCO6BZg/s1600-h/C%C3%B3pia+de+P1050559.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2IoAIhbVmE0/SATSSuGXWfI/AAAAAAAAAFs/8nWojCO6BZg/s320/C%C3%B3pia+de+P1050559.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189503889691859442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;Tempos Modernos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Lulu Santos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);" id="cmp"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;Eu vejo a vida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Melhor no futuro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu vejo isso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por cima de um muro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;De hipocrisia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que insiste&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Em nos rodear...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu vejo a vida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mais clara e farta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Repleta de toda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Satisfação&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt; Que se tem direito&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do firmamento ao chão...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu quero crer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;No amor numa boa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que isso valha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt; Pra qualquer pessoa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que realizar, a força&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que tem uma paixão...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt; Eu vejo um novo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Começo de era&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;De gente fina&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt; Elegante e sincera&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Com habilidade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt; Pra dizer mais sim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt; Do que não, não, não...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Hoje o tempo voa amor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;Escorre pelas mãos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;Mesmo sem se sentir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;Não há tempo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt; Que volte amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vamos viver tudo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;Que há pra viver&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vamos nos permitir...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2325944441096216654-8834023704694315858?l=cotidianodeumsonho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cotidianodeumsonho.blogspot.com/feeds/8834023704694315858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2325944441096216654&amp;postID=8834023704694315858' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2325944441096216654/posts/default/8834023704694315858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2325944441096216654/posts/default/8834023704694315858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cotidianodeumsonho.blogspot.com/2008/04/tempos-modernos.html' title='Tempos Modernos'/><author><name>Juliana G.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05904633768246929960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_2IoAIhbVmE0/R9FLRFbpxYI/AAAAAAAAAEs/Px7Qt2UF1VM/S220/Flor+008.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2IoAIhbVmE0/SATSSuGXWfI/AAAAAAAAAFs/8nWojCO6BZg/s72-c/C%C3%B3pia+de+P1050559.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2325944441096216654.post-6749430473724206438</id><published>2008-04-14T06:47:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-04-14T06:52:17.157-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Como no título</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;        Parafraseando Alinny:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;                        "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);" &gt;Há tempos não segurava o choro daquele jeito, há tempos não me perguntava se                             as lágrimas seriam de desespero ou êxtase da felicidade pura.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);" &gt;                            Nunca um abraço me doeu tanto e "tanto", é uma intensidade que nunca havia                                   sido perfeita para descrever minha espera por um abraço. Agora é insuficiente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&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/2325944441096216654-6749430473724206438?l=cotidianodeumsonho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cotidianodeumsonho.blogspot.com/feeds/6749430473724206438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2325944441096216654&amp;postID=6749430473724206438' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2325944441096216654/posts/default/6749430473724206438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2325944441096216654/posts/default/6749430473724206438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cotidianodeumsonho.blogspot.com/2008/04/como-no-ttulo.html' title='Como no título'/><author><name>Juliana G.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05904633768246929960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_2IoAIhbVmE0/R9FLRFbpxYI/AAAAAAAAAEs/Px7Qt2UF1VM/S220/Flor+008.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2325944441096216654.post-4492385319444849330</id><published>2008-04-07T09:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-04-07T09:02:28.520-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A culpa é do Sistema!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Não adianta onde esteja, o que precisa, se não ficou pronto, se não saiu, se não fez certo; a culpa é sempre do Sistema! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Queria saber quem é esse tal de Sistema que leva a culpa de tudo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Alguem me apresenta ele???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2325944441096216654-4492385319444849330?l=cotidianodeumsonho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cotidianodeumsonho.blogspot.com/feeds/4492385319444849330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2325944441096216654&amp;postID=4492385319444849330' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2325944441096216654/posts/default/4492385319444849330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2325944441096216654/posts/default/4492385319444849330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cotidianodeumsonho.blogspot.com/2008/04/culpa-do-sistema.html' title='A culpa é do Sistema!!!'/><author><name>Juliana G.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05904633768246929960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_2IoAIhbVmE0/R9FLRFbpxYI/AAAAAAAAAEs/Px7Qt2UF1VM/S220/Flor+008.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2325944441096216654.post-8382683045618975645</id><published>2008-03-23T13:12:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-23T13:19:11.082-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Não aceito esse mundo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#009900;"&gt;Às vezes, eu tenho a nítida sensação que não sou desse mundo. Ou melhor, não quero ser desse mundo. Eu não compreendo, ou melhor, não aceito um mundo onde as pessoas brigam por religião – uma coisa que geralmente prega a paz espalha a guerra. Não aceito um mundo onde as pessoas brigam por dinheiro, ou melhor, por um pedaço de papel; brigam por uma vaga melhor para o carro, brigam porque tem fila, brigam porque tem trânsito – mas não se abraçam quando acham a melhor vaga, não enfrentam fila e quando não tem trânsito. Brigam porque chegam atrasados, porque fez sol, porque choveu, porque o emprego é ruim – mas não tem coragem de sair dele – brigam porque a comida não está pronta, a TV não está ligada, porque a novela atrasou. Não aceito um mundo onde filhos matam pais, pessoas são agredidas na rua sem motivos, índios são queimados, pessoas levam tiros dentro da própria casa. Não aceito esse mundo onde você sai de casa e não sabe se volta, onde a justiça é cega (literalmente), onde as leis só valem para pobres, onde ser político é sinônimo de ladrão, onde não se indigna mais quando pessoas inocentes morrem, ladrões não são presos e políticos roubam. Não aceito um mundo onde pessoas ‘importantes’ acham que são donos de outros países, onde há briga por petróleo, onde crianças morrem de fome, enquanto um cara ganha um concurso – e dinheiro - por comer mais de 60 cachorros-quentes em 12 minutos. Não aceito um mundo onde as pessoas deixaram de ser humanos. Não aceito um mundo onde a vida deixou de ter valor. Não aceito um mundo sem compaixão. Não aceito um mundo onde as pessoas são expectadoras de suas próprias vidas. Não aceito um mundo onde as pessoas se conformaram em ver a morte de perto. Não aceito esse mundo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2325944441096216654-8382683045618975645?l=cotidianodeumsonho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cotidianodeumsonho.blogspot.com/feeds/8382683045618975645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2325944441096216654&amp;postID=8382683045618975645' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2325944441096216654/posts/default/8382683045618975645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2325944441096216654/posts/default/8382683045618975645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cotidianodeumsonho.blogspot.com/2008/03/no-aceito-esse-mundo.html' title='Não aceito esse mundo'/><author><name>Juliana G.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05904633768246929960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_2IoAIhbVmE0/R9FLRFbpxYI/AAAAAAAAAEs/Px7Qt2UF1VM/S220/Flor+008.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2325944441096216654.post-3242746136591389045</id><published>2008-03-07T07:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-07T07:48:39.428-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2IoAIhbVmE0/R9FVdFbpxZI/AAAAAAAAAE0/Pr0LJ7XoQ7M/s1600-h/sem+tÃ&amp;shy;tulo.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175011404988138898" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2IoAIhbVmE0/R9FVdFbpxZI/AAAAAAAAAE0/Pr0LJ7XoQ7M/s320/sem+t%C3%ADtulo.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;*”Eu dava um cavalo branco para ele, uma espada, dava um castelo e bruxas para ele matar, dava todas essas coisas e mais as que ele pedisse, fazia com a areia, com o sal, com as folhas dos coqueiros, com as cascas dos côcos, até com a minha carne eu construía um cavalo branco para aquele príncipe. “Mas ele não queria, acho que ele não queria,...” ...e eu não tive tempo de dizer que quando a gente precisa que alguém fique a gente constrói qualquer coisa, até um castelo.”* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;(O mar mais longe que eu vejo - Inventário do Ir-remediável. Caio Fernando Abreu)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Retirado do Blog "No Banheiro Masculino"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;* Foto do site : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y282/SaoAlves/ff.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y282/SaoAlves/ff.jpg&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2325944441096216654-3242746136591389045?l=cotidianodeumsonho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cotidianodeumsonho.blogspot.com/feeds/3242746136591389045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2325944441096216654&amp;postID=3242746136591389045' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2325944441096216654/posts/default/3242746136591389045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2325944441096216654/posts/default/3242746136591389045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cotidianodeumsonho.blogspot.com/2008/03/eu-dava-um-cavalo-branco-para-ele-uma.html' title=''/><author><name>Juliana G.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05904633768246929960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_2IoAIhbVmE0/R9FLRFbpxYI/AAAAAAAAAEs/Px7Qt2UF1VM/S220/Flor+008.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2IoAIhbVmE0/R9FVdFbpxZI/AAAAAAAAAE0/Pr0LJ7XoQ7M/s72-c/sem+t%C3%ADtulo.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2325944441096216654.post-5825090808989604738</id><published>2008-03-05T06:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-05T06:29:06.548-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Não se deixe perder.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#009900;"&gt;Quando vocês dois se perderem um do outro, vocês vão perceber o quanto gostam um do outro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#009900;"&gt;Não se deixe perder por simples bobagens.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Não deixe perder alguém que ama porque o céu está azul, ou porque chove.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Porque no dia em que o céu tiver azul, você vai querer ir para a praia, e não vai ter com quem ir; quando chover, você vai querer pés para aquecer os seus, e os pés do outro &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;não vão estar lá.&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/2325944441096216654-5825090808989604738?l=cotidianodeumsonho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cotidianodeumsonho.blogspot.com/feeds/5825090808989604738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2325944441096216654&amp;postID=5825090808989604738' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2325944441096216654/posts/default/5825090808989604738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2325944441096216654/posts/default/5825090808989604738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cotidianodeumsonho.blogspot.com/2008/03/no-se-deixe-perder.html' title='Não se deixe perder.'/><author><name>Juliana G.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05904633768246929960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_2IoAIhbVmE0/R9FLRFbpxYI/AAAAAAAAAEs/Px7Qt2UF1VM/S220/Flor+008.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2325944441096216654.post-8079690566488473982</id><published>2007-12-17T15:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-12-17T15:35:42.093-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Um Hino ao Amor</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;O que você diria para os adultos?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;AME&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2IoAIhbVmE0/R2b48kzNcLI/AAAAAAAAADM/ZTwse-M2yFI/s1600-h/sem+tÃ&amp;shy;tulo.bmp"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2IoAIhbVmE0/R2b4fkzNcKI/AAAAAAAAADE/rD1eCynnC7Q/s1600-h/sem+tÃ&amp;shy;tulo.bmp"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2IoAIhbVmE0/R2b5ikzNcMI/AAAAAAAAADU/Dy61OTQej1U/s1600-h/sem+tÃ&amp;shy;tulo.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145073996706705602" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2IoAIhbVmE0/R2b5ikzNcMI/AAAAAAAAADU/Dy61OTQej1U/s320/sem+t%C3%ADtulo.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;O que você diria para os jovens? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;AME&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;O que você diria para as crianças?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;AME&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Retirado do filme Piaf - Um Hino ao Amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2325944441096216654-8079690566488473982?l=cotidianodeumsonho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cotidianodeumsonho.blogspot.com/feeds/8079690566488473982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2325944441096216654&amp;postID=8079690566488473982' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2325944441096216654/posts/default/8079690566488473982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2325944441096216654/posts/default/8079690566488473982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cotidianodeumsonho.blogspot.com/2007/12/um-hino-ao-amor.html' title='Um Hino ao Amor'/><author><name>Juliana G.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05904633768246929960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_2IoAIhbVmE0/R9FLRFbpxYI/AAAAAAAAAEs/Px7Qt2UF1VM/S220/Flor+008.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2IoAIhbVmE0/R2b5ikzNcMI/AAAAAAAAADU/Dy61OTQej1U/s72-c/sem+t%C3%ADtulo.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2325944441096216654.post-8062351713696579551</id><published>2007-12-14T10:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-12-14T10:32:45.974-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ana, meias e sapatos</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ana era meia normal, dentro da sua normalidade, adorava meias, na verdade as colecionava. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ana tinha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; meias brancas, meias rosas, meias azuis, meias casas, meias amizades, meias primaveras, meias mentiras, meias verdades, meias tristezas, meias lágrimas, meias alegrias, meias sorrisos, meias olhos, meias palavras, meias vidas. E tinha poucos sapatos. Como tinha uma grande quantidade&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;de meias para meios sapatos, colocava meias em cima de meias - talvez com a esperança de serem inteiras. Até que um dia, sua vida tinha tantas meias que não conseguia mais colocar os sapatos. Como não podia - devia - andar com suas meias à mostra, revolveu andar sem meias. Nem sapatos&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2325944441096216654-8062351713696579551?l=cotidianodeumsonho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cotidianodeumsonho.blogspot.com/feeds/8062351713696579551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2325944441096216654&amp;postID=8062351713696579551' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2325944441096216654/posts/default/8062351713696579551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2325944441096216654/posts/default/8062351713696579551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cotidianodeumsonho.blogspot.com/2007/12/ana-meias-e-sapatos.html' title='Ana, meias e sapatos'/><author><name>Juliana G.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05904633768246929960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_2IoAIhbVmE0/R9FLRFbpxYI/AAAAAAAAAEs/Px7Qt2UF1VM/S220/Flor+008.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2325944441096216654.post-8787924144551181637</id><published>2007-09-03T15:45:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-09-03T15:50:29.805-06:00</updated><title type='text'>"Você que o mundo? Apois eu trago ele pra vocÊ!"</title><content type='html'>Um dia eu te&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; prometi &lt;/span&gt;o mundo.&lt;br /&gt;Mas esse mundo todo, cheio de &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;imperfeições, desastres e catástrofes&lt;/span&gt;, você ainda vai querer ele assim mesmo?!&lt;br /&gt;Ou será que você aceitaria uma humilde criação minha de um mundo pra gente!?&lt;br /&gt;Ou você aceitaria um outro &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;planeta&lt;/span&gt;?!&lt;br /&gt;Ou quem sabe, um outro &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;universo&lt;/span&gt;?!&lt;br /&gt;Ou ainda uma &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;constelação&lt;/span&gt;?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;E lá poderíamos ser quem quiséssemos ser – palhaço, boneca e médico -  e ainda levar quem quiséssemos; comer a hora que der vontade, dormir quando der sono ou simplesmente ficar acordado vendo as estrelas, ou ainda contando estrelas cadentes; ou então fazer careta à luz da lua minha madrugada fria; ou ver o céu azul e adivinhar os desenhos que as nuvens formam; ou olhar pro sol até o olho começar a lagrimejar; ou simplesmente catar conchas na praia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Será que você aceitaria?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Ou quer que eu conserte esse mundo aqui pra tu?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2325944441096216654-8787924144551181637?l=cotidianodeumsonho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cotidianodeumsonho.blogspot.com/feeds/8787924144551181637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2325944441096216654&amp;postID=8787924144551181637' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2325944441096216654/posts/default/8787924144551181637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2325944441096216654/posts/default/8787924144551181637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cotidianodeumsonho.blogspot.com/2007/09/voc-que-o-mundo-apois-eu-trago-ele-pra.html' title='&quot;Você que o mundo? Apois eu trago ele pra vocÊ!&quot;'/><author><name>Juliana G.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05904633768246929960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_2IoAIhbVmE0/R9FLRFbpxYI/AAAAAAAAAEs/Px7Qt2UF1VM/S220/Flor+008.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2325944441096216654.post-8950172383857087526</id><published>2007-08-19T13:51:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-08-19T13:59:20.350-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Arco-Íris</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2IoAIhbVmE0/RsigKxK-4JI/AAAAAAAAABU/CaE8omZcFe8/s1600-h/Arco-Ã&amp;shy;ris+03.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100502684855623826" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2IoAIhbVmE0/RsigKxK-4JI/AAAAAAAAABU/CaE8omZcFe8/s320/Arco-%C3%ADris+03.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Arco-íris é uma das coisas que mais me fascina no mundo. Sou capaz de ficar horas olhando para um, é lindo. Talvez porque ele junte algumas das coisas que mais gosto: chuva, sol e cores. Toda vez que vejo um arco-íris paro e fico pensando na vida. E saio falando para todos: ‘você viu? Viu o arco-íris, que lindo!’ E a maioria me responde: ‘arco-íris onde?’ Engraçado, quando o tempo fecha , fico olhando o céu na esperança de um aparecer pra mim, só pra dizer: ‘olha eu existo! Isso aqui é criação da mãe natureza!’ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2IoAIhbVmE0/RsigKhK-4II/AAAAAAAAABM/GuUmKfJkKlE/s1600-h/DSC08487.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100502680560656514" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" height="184" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2IoAIhbVmE0/RsigKhK-4II/AAAAAAAAABM/GuUmKfJkKlE/s320/DSC08487.JPG" width="252" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc0000;"&gt;(Pausa para uma foto do arco íris que &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc0000;"&gt;está sorrindo para mim na janela) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2IoAIhbVmE0/RsigKhK-4II/AAAAAAAAABM/GuUmKfJkKlE/s1600-h/DSC08487.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Essa foto aí &gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2IoAIhbVmE0/RsigKhK-4II/AAAAAAAAABM/GuUmKfJkKlE/s1600-h/DSC08487.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2IoAIhbVmE0/RsigKhK-4II/AAAAAAAAABM/GuUmKfJkKlE/s1600-h/DSC08487.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Sempre vejo arco-íris, talvez eles apareçam só pra mim. Já vi um duplo, fecho os olhos e vejo uma das imagens mais bonitas que já vi. Já vi um circular em volta do sol, esse foi muito especial – me ajudou a descobrir algumas coisas muito importantes para a minha vida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Natureza, o arco-íris é uma das suas mais bonitas criações, aguardo ansiosamente para o próximo espetáculo e obrigada por esse. &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/2325944441096216654-8950172383857087526?l=cotidianodeumsonho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cotidianodeumsonho.blogspot.com/feeds/8950172383857087526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2325944441096216654&amp;postID=8950172383857087526' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2325944441096216654/posts/default/8950172383857087526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2325944441096216654/posts/default/8950172383857087526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cotidianodeumsonho.blogspot.com/2007/08/arco-ris.html' title='Arco-Íris'/><author><name>Juliana G.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05904633768246929960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_2IoAIhbVmE0/R9FLRFbpxYI/AAAAAAAAAEs/Px7Qt2UF1VM/S220/Flor+008.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2IoAIhbVmE0/RsigKxK-4JI/AAAAAAAAABU/CaE8omZcFe8/s72-c/Arco-%C3%ADris+03.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2325944441096216654.post-7129134279917100549</id><published>2007-08-18T16:33:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-08-18T16:52:08.763-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Começo</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Resolvi criar esse blog para postar algumas fotos, textos, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2IoAIhbVmE0/Rsd3KBK-4AI/AAAAAAAAAAM/VokSZdtGE6k/s1600-h/banff.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100176117017272322" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2IoAIhbVmE0/Rsd3KBK-4AI/AAAAAAAAAAM/VokSZdtGE6k/s320/banff.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;coisas legais. Já queria fazer há algum tempo, mas só agora &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;criei coragem, ou melhor, tive realmente vontade. Prometo atualizar sempre que puder. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;O nome "Cotidiano de um Sonho" é porque cotidiano é o dia-a-dia e sonho é a minha vida, o que busco. Apesar de cotidiano ser uma palavra horrível, cotidiano me lembra rotina e eu odeio rotina, e também a sonoridade é feia. Soa como uma coisa forçada. Mas cotidiano também me lembra a linda música do mestre Chico Buarque "... Toda noite ela diz pra eu não me afastar Meia-noite ela jura eterno amor Me aperta pra eu quase sufocar E me morde com a boca de pavor..." Fantástica. Cotidiano também é diário, habitual, na verdade seria a busca diária e incessante de um sonho.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Na foto, um sonho. Um dos muitos. Um dos vários. Um dos imensos. Um dos gigantes. Um dos mais especiais.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Mas depois eu falo sobre esse sonho. E sobre outros também. Quem sabe sobre até não-sonhos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2325944441096216654-7129134279917100549?l=cotidianodeumsonho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cotidianodeumsonho.blogspot.com/feeds/7129134279917100549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2325944441096216654&amp;postID=7129134279917100549' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2325944441096216654/posts/default/7129134279917100549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2325944441096216654/posts/default/7129134279917100549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cotidianodeumsonho.blogspot.com/2007/08/comeo.html' title='Começo'/><author><name>Juliana G.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05904633768246929960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_2IoAIhbVmE0/R9FLRFbpxYI/AAAAAAAAAEs/Px7Qt2UF1VM/S220/Flor+008.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2IoAIhbVmE0/Rsd3KBK-4AI/AAAAAAAAAAM/VokSZdtGE6k/s72-c/banff.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
