<?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-8701446804565507990</id><updated>2012-02-16T11:31:53.222-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Por Dias Melhores</title><subtitle type='html'>Até os astros se chocam, do caos nascem as estrelas.

(Chaplin)</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pordiasmelhores.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8701446804565507990/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pordiasmelhores.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Dagmar Souza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00429949114636076115</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mcck6rIj46Y/Tq3L7PUcKgI/AAAAAAAAIjk/6TWrzMCl3C0/s220/DSC00774.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>9</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8701446804565507990.post-4567026711562366902</id><published>2011-04-30T19:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-30T19:14:00.321-07:00</updated><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/-wc0CwNZo8P0/TbzBZ8U882I/AAAAAAAAH1w/ztwHX6m7Ml8/s1600/mulher_triste.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="327" j8="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wc0CwNZo8P0/TbzBZ8U882I/AAAAAAAAH1w/ztwHX6m7Ml8/s400/mulher_triste.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="ecxMsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="ecxMsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="ecxMsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: maroon; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: white;"&gt;Há dias, em que a tristeza,&lt;br /&gt;Sem avisar, invade meu coração&lt;br /&gt;Irreverente diante da minha luta&lt;br /&gt;Tenta ser mais forte, mais teimosa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="ecxMsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="ecxMsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: maroon; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: white;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="ecxMsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: maroon; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: white;"&gt;Me faz sentir uma falta imensa&lt;br /&gt;De teu abraço, de teu carinho,&lt;br /&gt;Me faz perceber o quanto insana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="ecxMsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: maroon; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: white;"&gt;Tem sido minha espera por ti.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="ecxMsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: maroon; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: white;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="ecxMsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: maroon; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: white;"&gt;Ao vento sussurro minha saudade,&lt;br /&gt;Com a chuva misturo minhas lágrimas&lt;br /&gt;Ao sol peço secar meu pranto&lt;br /&gt;À lua peço que te encontre.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="ecxMsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="ecxMsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: maroon; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: white;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="ecxMsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: maroon; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: white;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black;"&gt;Busco no infinito,&lt;br /&gt;A força para não desistir&lt;br /&gt;E deixar algum dia em seus braços&lt;br /&gt;Tudo o que de mim, guardei.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8701446804565507990-4567026711562366902?l=pordiasmelhores.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pordiasmelhores.blogspot.com/feeds/4567026711562366902/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pordiasmelhores.blogspot.com/2011/04/ha-dias-em-que-tristeza-sem-avisar.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8701446804565507990/posts/default/4567026711562366902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8701446804565507990/posts/default/4567026711562366902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pordiasmelhores.blogspot.com/2011/04/ha-dias-em-que-tristeza-sem-avisar.html' title=''/><author><name>Dagmar Souza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00429949114636076115</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mcck6rIj46Y/Tq3L7PUcKgI/AAAAAAAAIjk/6TWrzMCl3C0/s220/DSC00774.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wc0CwNZo8P0/TbzBZ8U882I/AAAAAAAAH1w/ztwHX6m7Ml8/s72-c/mulher_triste.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8701446804565507990.post-678411539100131787</id><published>2011-04-24T18:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-24T18:12:23.356-07:00</updated><title type='text'>FELIZ PÁSCOA!!!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&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;&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/-tBvwTh8sPmg/TbTDnuqHx2I/AAAAAAAAHrk/y_ah9J9JhRI/s1600/1057708.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="375" i8="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tBvwTh8sPmg/TbTDnuqHx2I/AAAAAAAAHrk/y_ah9J9JhRI/s400/1057708.gif" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;"Há um tempo em que é preciso abandonar as roupas usadas, que já tem a forma de nosso corpo, e esquecer os nossos caminhos, que nos levam sempre&amp;nbsp;aos mesmos lugares. É o tempo da travessia: e, se não ousarmos fazê-la, teremos ficado, para sempre, à margem de nós mesmos."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&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: right;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Fernando Pessoa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&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;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;FELIZ PÁSCOA!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Imagem: &lt;a href="http://coracaodemarmore.blogspot.com/ved=1t:429,r:6,s:218&amp;amp;tx=52&amp;amp;ty=65"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;http://coracaodemarmore.blogspot.com/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8701446804565507990-678411539100131787?l=pordiasmelhores.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pordiasmelhores.blogspot.com/feeds/678411539100131787/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pordiasmelhores.blogspot.com/2011/04/feliz-pascoa.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8701446804565507990/posts/default/678411539100131787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8701446804565507990/posts/default/678411539100131787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pordiasmelhores.blogspot.com/2011/04/feliz-pascoa.html' title='FELIZ PÁSCOA!!!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>Dagmar Souza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00429949114636076115</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mcck6rIj46Y/Tq3L7PUcKgI/AAAAAAAAIjk/6TWrzMCl3C0/s220/DSC00774.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tBvwTh8sPmg/TbTDnuqHx2I/AAAAAAAAHrk/y_ah9J9JhRI/s72-c/1057708.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8701446804565507990.post-7922515972935494702</id><published>2011-03-08T15:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-08T15:55:13.448-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dia Internacional da MULHER</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-t1EKSQ-FiDI/TXa_pmrpPxI/AAAAAAAAHd0/4_TJX5zaNX4/s1600/botox-__velha_no_espelho.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="360" q6="true" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-t1EKSQ-FiDI/TXa_pmrpPxI/AAAAAAAAHd0/4_TJX5zaNX4/s400/botox-__velha_no_espelho.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Um texto belíssimo para reflexão!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Será que a maioria dos homens compartilha dessa opinião?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&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;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mulher Perfeitinha&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Tenho horror a mulher perfeitinha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sabe aquele tipo que faz escova toda manhã, tá sempre na moda e é tão &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sorridente que parece garota-propaganda de processo de clareamento &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;dentário? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E, só pra piorar, tem a bunda dura?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pois então, mulheres assim são um porre. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pior: são brochantes. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sou louco? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Então tá, mas posso provar a minha tese.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quer ver? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;a) Escova toda manhã: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A fulana acorda as seis da matina pra deixar o cabelo parecido com o da &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Patrícia de Sabrit. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Perde momentos imprescindíveis de rolamento na cama, encoxamento do &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;namorado, pegação... pra encaixar-se no padrão 'Alisabel', que é legal, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;porque todas as amigas têm o cabelo igual... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Burra.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;b) Na moda: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Estilo pessoal pra ela, é o que aparece nos anúncios da Elle do mês. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Você vê-la de shortinho, camiseta surrada e cabelo preso? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;JAMAIS! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O que indica uma coisa: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ela não vai querer ficar desarrumada nem enquanto estiver transando.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;c) Sorriso incessante: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ela mora na vila dos Smurfs? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tá fazendo treinamento pra Hebe? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sou antipático com orgulho, só sorrio para quem provoca meu sorriso. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Não gostou? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Problema seu. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Isso se chama autenticidade, meu caro. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Coisa que, pra perfeitinha, não existe. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Aliás, ela nem sabe o que a palavra significa... Coitada.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;d) Bunda dura: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;As muito gostosas são muito chatas. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pra manter aquele corpão, comem alface e tomam isotônico (isso quando não &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;enfiam o dedo na garganta pra se livrar das 2 calorias que ingeriram), &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;portanto, não vão acompanhá-lo nos pasteizinhos nem na porção de bolinho de &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;arroz do sabadão. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bebida dá barriga e ela tem &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;H-O-R-R-O-R a qualquer carninha saindo da calça de cintura tão baixa que o &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;cós acaba onde começa a pornografia: nada de tomar um bom vinho com você. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cerveja? Esquece!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Legal mesmo é mulher de verdade !!! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E daí se ela tem celulite? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O senso de humor compensa. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pode ter uns quilinhos a mais, mas é uma ótima companheira. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pode até ser meio mal-educada às vezes, mas adora sexo. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Porque celulite, gordurinhas e desorganização têm solução (e, às vezes, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;nem chegam a ser um problema). &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mas ainda não criaram um remédio pra futilidade. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E não se esqueça... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;'Mulher bonita demais e melancia grande, ninguém come sozinho!!!' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(O texto que recebi veio com a autoria de Arnaldo Jabor, mas há controvérsias. Se alguém souber a verdadeira autoria, favor me avisar).&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8701446804565507990-7922515972935494702?l=pordiasmelhores.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pordiasmelhores.blogspot.com/feeds/7922515972935494702/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pordiasmelhores.blogspot.com/2011/03/dia-internacional-da-mulher.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8701446804565507990/posts/default/7922515972935494702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8701446804565507990/posts/default/7922515972935494702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pordiasmelhores.blogspot.com/2011/03/dia-internacional-da-mulher.html' title='Dia Internacional da MULHER'/><author><name>Dagmar Souza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00429949114636076115</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mcck6rIj46Y/Tq3L7PUcKgI/AAAAAAAAIjk/6TWrzMCl3C0/s220/DSC00774.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-t1EKSQ-FiDI/TXa_pmrpPxI/AAAAAAAAHd0/4_TJX5zaNX4/s72-c/botox-__velha_no_espelho.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8701446804565507990.post-4087276535467927348</id><published>2011-03-05T13:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-05T13:59:48.420-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Como os animais dizem "te amo"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-rJ3vHFu-pQI/TXKwrX81VPI/AAAAAAAAHWs/35qhwYYlOA8/s1600/beija+flor+1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" l6="true" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-rJ3vHFu-pQI/TXKwrX81VPI/AAAAAAAAHWs/35qhwYYlOA8/s400/beija+flor+1.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;Animais costumam misturar ternura e agressividade em seu relacionamento amoroso. É a sábia natureza que os faz assim, para garantir que as espécies se reproduzam e sobrevivam. E os obriga a estranhos rituais, marcados por lutas de vida e morte, fantásticos truques de sedução, cuidados com as crias. &lt;b5&gt;O amor e o ódio se tocam. O primeiro pode, inesperadamente, transformar-se no segundo. E vice-versa. No reino animal, esta máxima toma a força de quase uma lei. &lt;/b5&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;Quem já teve a oportunidade de presenciar os jogo&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;s amorosos de um casal de rinocerontes, por exemplo, percebeu isto: machos e fêmeas dão encontrões violentos, vezes e vezes seguidas, como se estivessem fazendo a guerra e não o amor. Mas quando livres de sua agressividade tudo se transforma. &lt;b5&gt;Tal como entre os humanos, entre os bichos também não é fácil a vida de um macho conquistador. Dele se espera que seja corajoso, fisicamente forte e dono de uma extraordinária imaginação. Pois quase sempre precisará passar por provas complicadas, sendo obrigado a cantar de forma especial ou a exibir plumagens elegantes, perfumes sedutores, praticar gestos que em qualquer outra situação pareceriam ridículos. &lt;b5&gt;Mais comum é ele precisar enfrentar batalhas de vida ou morte com os machos interessados na mesma namorada, ou então com a própria eleita do seu coração. &lt;/b5&gt;&lt;/b5&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;Veja-se o que acontece com o tigre, por exemplo. Para chegar ao acasalamento, o macho precisa de uma grande paciência para acalmar a fêmea, que rosna, negaceia, dá-lhe patadas. Uma vez consumada a fecundação, ele precisará fugir rapidamente, pois a companheira terá uma invencível vontade de matá-lo. E, ainda assim, se o nosso herói for persistente, acabará por estabelecer com essa parceira uma relação duradoura, capaz de produzir muitos outros tigrezinhos no futuro -- e outras tantas ameaças de assassínio. &lt;b5&gt;Um romance entre aranhas pode ter final parecido se o macho, em geral menor e mais fraco, não tomasse o cuidado de se apresentar à sua eleita com um presente galante -- um petisco qualquer para saciar seu apetite. &lt;/b5&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;Rãs, ao contrário, são mais românticas e sexualmente liberadas. Ao macho, basta manifestar seu desejo coaxando de uma maneira especial: se a resposta vier no mesmo tom, tudo bem. Ele precisará então arranjar um companheiro, pois os encontros amorosos da espécie são sempre festivos, coloridos e coletivos. &lt;b5&gt;Mas o traço mais característico e comum do amor entre os animais é a agressividade. Que não é gratuita nem questão de temperamento, mas tem uma profunda significação. Ela se destina tanto a proteger um território onde apenas um macho deve reinar soberano, como a selecionar os mais fortes da espécie, para que apenas eles produzam filhotes igualmente fortes; ou, finalmente, a proteger as crias, que jamais podem se confundir com as crias de outro casal. Leões e leoas são assim. Bravos e mal-humorados com estranhos, fazem tudo para defender seu território e suas crias. &lt;b5&gt;Essa agressividade, portanto, é indispensável para garantir a sobrevivência das espécies. Mas, se sofrem algum tipo de controle, podem levar também ao caos e ao extermínio. &lt;/b5&gt;&lt;/b5&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Por isso mesmo a natureza costuma dotar os animais de bloqueios, para evitar que sua disposição para a luta não ultrapasse os limites da conveniência. E é surpreendente verificar como as formas de vida das diferentes espécies está relacionada com a agressividade dos seus membros. Se machos e fêmeas são pacíficos, formarão colônias; se só o macho é agressivo, formarão haréns; se ambos são agressivos, formarão um par capaz de manter uma longa união monogâmica. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fontes: Super interessante &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ambienteemfoco.com.br/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://spaces.msn.com/ambienteemfoco/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #003333; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;Foto:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.webix.com.br/fotos/839-foto-beija-flor-no-ninho.html"&gt;http://www.webix.com.br/fotos/839-foto-beija-flor-no-ninho.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&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/8701446804565507990-4087276535467927348?l=pordiasmelhores.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pordiasmelhores.blogspot.com/feeds/4087276535467927348/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pordiasmelhores.blogspot.com/2011/03/como-os-animais-dizem-te-amo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8701446804565507990/posts/default/4087276535467927348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8701446804565507990/posts/default/4087276535467927348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pordiasmelhores.blogspot.com/2011/03/como-os-animais-dizem-te-amo.html' title='Como os animais dizem &quot;te amo&quot;'/><author><name>Dagmar Souza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00429949114636076115</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mcck6rIj46Y/Tq3L7PUcKgI/AAAAAAAAIjk/6TWrzMCl3C0/s220/DSC00774.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-rJ3vHFu-pQI/TXKwrX81VPI/AAAAAAAAHWs/35qhwYYlOA8/s72-c/beija+flor+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8701446804565507990.post-5978804423646598563</id><published>2011-03-02T07:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-02T07:00:01.526-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Recadinho de Carnaval</title><content type='html'>&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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-SsnBZWmCjqs/TW5Y-u3NIoI/AAAAAAAAHOY/0Ot5W6qMf-Y/s1600/carnaval023.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" l6="true" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-SsnBZWmCjqs/TW5Y-u3NIoI/AAAAAAAAHOY/0Ot5W6qMf-Y/s400/carnaval023.gif" width="296" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: large;"&gt;... E MUITA RESPONSABILIDADE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: large;"&gt;BEIJÃO A TODOS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&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;&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/8701446804565507990-5978804423646598563?l=pordiasmelhores.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pordiasmelhores.blogspot.com/feeds/5978804423646598563/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pordiasmelhores.blogspot.com/2011/03/recadinho-de-carnaval.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8701446804565507990/posts/default/5978804423646598563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8701446804565507990/posts/default/5978804423646598563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pordiasmelhores.blogspot.com/2011/03/recadinho-de-carnaval.html' title='Recadinho de Carnaval'/><author><name>Dagmar Souza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00429949114636076115</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mcck6rIj46Y/Tq3L7PUcKgI/AAAAAAAAIjk/6TWrzMCl3C0/s220/DSC00774.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-SsnBZWmCjqs/TW5Y-u3NIoI/AAAAAAAAHOY/0Ot5W6qMf-Y/s72-c/carnaval023.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8701446804565507990.post-7721625669320710438</id><published>2011-02-20T18:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-20T18:23:29.541-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Marcas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rUQ6VsoENUg/TWEr2WkD9rI/AAAAAAAAHJ0/kodvxgduE4Y/s1600/amizade1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="261" j6="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rUQ6VsoENUg/TWEr2WkD9rI/AAAAAAAAHJ0/kodvxgduE4Y/s400/amizade1.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt; mso-bidi-font-style: italic; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-language: PT-BR;"&gt;"Tanto quanto no amor, há na amizade um mistério que a transcende.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-language: PT-BR;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt; mso-bidi-font-style: italic; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-language: PT-BR;"&gt;Como descrever a sensação de ser aconchegado pelo outro? Como definir um sentimento que se anuncia em afinidade e aceitação espontânea?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-language: PT-BR;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt; mso-bidi-font-style: italic; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-language: PT-BR;"&gt;A amizade conjuga-se na adivinhação natural do outro, mesmo se não existem palavras explícitas ou gestos reveladores. Ser amigo é um exercício que supõe cumplicidade e independência, porque é a convivência, fruto da vontade do estar próximo, ainda que o estar presente, signifique algumas vezes, respeito à solidão do outro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-language: PT-BR;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt; mso-bidi-font-style: italic; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-language: PT-BR;"&gt;Ser amigo é acompanhar a composição do álbum da vida do outro, quando nos fotografamos e somos fotografados em momentos coloridos e em preto e branco. É fazer parte da lente do outro, sem ofuscar o foco de si mesmo e daquele, a quem chamamos de amigo. É, se preciso for, sinalizar os melhores ângulos da vida, quando o outro já não se permite fotografar em novos cenários.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-language: PT-BR;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0cm 0cm 12pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt; mso-bidi-font-style: italic; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-language: PT-BR;"&gt;Quando há amizade, não existem medidas cronológicas que denunciem separações e nem tampouco os ponteiros da distância a marcarem ausências. Há encontro sempre, ainda que apenas no horizonte do pensamento, na linguagem afetiva do lembrar ou nos códigos amorosos do silêncio consentido e conhecido entre ambos." 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