<?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-11077708</id><updated>2012-02-16T22:42:55.838-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Jardim Fechado</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jardim-fechado.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11077708/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jardim-fechado.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11077708/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Susi, a Filha do Rei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12527054838826578153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KXQ0FIUS37U/Td6cySQOmYI/AAAAAAAACM4/CwZ0zlKMwe8/s220/sus.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>177</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11077708.post-1711931581093431952</id><published>2012-02-16T22:33:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2012-02-16T22:42:55.842-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mU19nPYqcoc/Tz2iXp5F_kI/AAAAAAAAChM/pi2x1hkWNbk/s1600/AFETO.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mU19nPYqcoc/Tz2iXp5F_kI/AAAAAAAAChM/pi2x1hkWNbk/s400/AFETO.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5709898429841669698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, Geneva, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; font-style: italic; line-height: 16px; text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"&lt;b&gt;Eu amplio afetos. Alcanço pessoas longe, e elas me transbordam quando o 'sentir nosso'&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: Verdana, Geneva, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; font-style: italic; line-height: 16px; text-align: -webkit-auto; "&gt;está na mesma frequência. Sintonizado pela alma."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, Geneva, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; font-style: italic; line-height: 16px; text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;b&gt;                                                                                                 Bibiana Benites&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11077708-1711931581093431952?l=jardim-fechado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jardim-fechado.blogspot.com/feeds/1711931581093431952/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11077708&amp;postID=1711931581093431952&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11077708/posts/default/1711931581093431952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11077708/posts/default/1711931581093431952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jardim-fechado.blogspot.com/2012/02/eu-amplio-afetos.html' title=''/><author><name>Susi, a Filha do Rei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12527054838826578153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KXQ0FIUS37U/Td6cySQOmYI/AAAAAAAACM4/CwZ0zlKMwe8/s220/sus.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mU19nPYqcoc/Tz2iXp5F_kI/AAAAAAAAChM/pi2x1hkWNbk/s72-c/AFETO.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11077708.post-5913337969571906519</id><published>2011-11-15T20:56:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2011-11-15T20:56:47.570-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RSBTdoHNs9o/TsLuJonaUtI/AAAAAAAACfo/sg1pAAs-j7I/s1600/mala%2Bvintage.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 280px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RSBTdoHNs9o/TsLuJonaUtI/AAAAAAAACfo/sg1pAAs-j7I/s400/mala%2Bvintage.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5675360329729200850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trago na mala bastante SAUDADE....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11077708-5913337969571906519?l=jardim-fechado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jardim-fechado.blogspot.com/feeds/5913337969571906519/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11077708&amp;postID=5913337969571906519&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11077708/posts/default/5913337969571906519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11077708/posts/default/5913337969571906519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jardim-fechado.blogspot.com/2011/11/trago-na-mala-bastante-saudade.html' title=''/><author><name>Susi, a Filha do Rei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12527054838826578153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KXQ0FIUS37U/Td6cySQOmYI/AAAAAAAACM4/CwZ0zlKMwe8/s220/sus.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RSBTdoHNs9o/TsLuJonaUtI/AAAAAAAACfo/sg1pAAs-j7I/s72-c/mala%2Bvintage.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11077708.post-6846974506123459667</id><published>2011-11-08T21:30:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2011-11-08T22:40:08.408-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DK0ZUVA60rI/TrnLyfEAt2I/AAAAAAAACfA/ZniSxZ0IZm4/s1600/f4517dbb81617349.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DK0ZUVA60rI/TrnLyfEAt2I/AAAAAAAACfA/ZniSxZ0IZm4/s400/f4517dbb81617349.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672789273842071394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;                                                Foi impossivel eu sair de casa hoje. &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Faço alguns trabalhos pro Estúdio de gravação do marido em minha casa e hoje foi um dia "daqueles" é pc, telefone, fax e toda prestação de serviço de uma mãe PRONTO ATENDIMENTO  e lá se foi meu dia BOOK CROSSING, eram 18:30 da tarde e eu ainda aqui sem libertar nenhum dos meus não caros mais preciosos livros. Livros estes companheiros de fases boas e não tão boas da minha vida, fases onde também me enclausurei me escondi de tudo e de todos e como escape eu naveguei pelos livros como náufragos solitários, passeei por castelos me sentindo a rainha que no final da história recebia a glória da segunda casa após ter sido apunhalada em seu legado pelos seus algozes que tão de perto a rodeavam. Cada livro uma história, uma história minha e dele. Cada livro um companheiro, um companheiro da minha solidão. Um companheiro que me contava coisas e que nas pausas me ouvia os pensamentos e me permitia em silêncio viver na utopia o que de mais belo eu desejei viver dentro de cada livro. De repente uma luz.  Peguei um deles com titulo de guerra, bati na porta da vizinha e doei o livro. E foi assim que consegui praticar o desapego nesse dia BOOK CROSSING! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11077708-6846974506123459667?l=jardim-fechado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jardim-fechado.blogspot.com/feeds/6846974506123459667/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11077708&amp;postID=6846974506123459667&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11077708/posts/default/6846974506123459667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11077708/posts/default/6846974506123459667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jardim-fechado.blogspot.com/2011/11/foi-impossivel-eu-sair-de-casa-hoje.html' title=''/><author><name>Susi, a Filha do Rei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12527054838826578153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KXQ0FIUS37U/Td6cySQOmYI/AAAAAAAACM4/CwZ0zlKMwe8/s220/sus.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DK0ZUVA60rI/TrnLyfEAt2I/AAAAAAAACfA/ZniSxZ0IZm4/s72-c/f4517dbb81617349.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11077708.post-7528383949931070965</id><published>2011-11-02T15:08:00.005-02:00</published><updated>2011-11-02T15:22:02.123-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VEnOd6WgMC4/TrF8IATYKqI/AAAAAAAACe0/-3k1MGlRoHQ/s1600/1qNR4-188-1.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 385px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VEnOd6WgMC4/TrF8IATYKqI/AAAAAAAACe0/-3k1MGlRoHQ/s400/1qNR4-188-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670449882798238370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 14px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;Se eu morrer antes de você, faça-me um favor: Chore o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 14px; text-align: left; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;quanto quiser, mas não brigue com Deus por Ele haver me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 14px; text-align: left; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;levado. Se não quiser chorar, não chore. Se não&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 14px; text-align: left; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;conseguir chorar, não se preocupe. Se tiver vontade de&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 14px; text-align: left; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;rir, ria. Se alguns amigos contarem algum fato a meu &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="text_exposed_show" style="display: inline; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 14px; text-align: left; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;respeito, ouça e acrescente sua versão. Se me elogiarem&lt;br /&gt;demais, corrija o exagero. Se me criticarem demais,&lt;br /&gt;defenda-me. Se me quiserem fazer um santo, só porque&lt;br /&gt;morri, mostre que eu tinha um pouco de santo, mas&lt;br /&gt;estava longe de ser o santo que me pintam. Se me&lt;br /&gt;quiserem fazer um demônio, mostre que eu talvez tivesse&lt;br /&gt;um pouco de demônio, mas que a vida inteira eu tentei&lt;br /&gt;ser bom e amigo. Espero estar com Ele o suficiente para&lt;br /&gt;continuar sendo útil a você, lá onde estiver. E se&lt;br /&gt;tiver vontade de escrever alguma coisa sobre mim, diga&lt;br /&gt;apenas uma frase: - "Foi meu amigo, acreditou em mim e&lt;br /&gt;me quis mais perto de Deus!" - Aí, então derrame uma&lt;br /&gt;lágrima. Eu não estarei presente para enxugá-la, mas&lt;br /&gt;não faz mal. Outros amigos farão isso no meu lugar. E,&lt;br /&gt;vendo-me bem substituído, irei cuidar de minha nova&lt;br /&gt;tarefa no céu. Mas, de vez em quando, dê uma espiadinha&lt;br /&gt;na direção de Deus. Você não me verá, mas eu ficaria&lt;br /&gt;muito feliz vendo você olhar para Ele. E, quando chegar&lt;br /&gt;a sua vez de ir para o Pai, aí, sem nenhum véu a&lt;br /&gt;separar a gente, vamos viver, em Deus, a amizade que&lt;br /&gt;aqui nos preparou para Ele. Você acredita nessas&lt;br /&gt;coisas? Então ore para que nós vivamos como quem sabe&lt;br /&gt;que vai morrer um dia, e que morramos como quem soube&lt;br /&gt;viver direito. Amizade só faz sentido se traz o céu&lt;br /&gt;para mais perto da gente, e se inaugura aqui mesmo o&lt;br /&gt;seu começo. Mas, se eu morrer antes de você, acho que&lt;br /&gt;não vou estranhar o céu... "Ser seu amigo... já é um&lt;br /&gt;pedaço dele..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11077708-7528383949931070965?l=jardim-fechado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jardim-fechado.blogspot.com/feeds/7528383949931070965/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11077708&amp;postID=7528383949931070965&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11077708/posts/default/7528383949931070965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11077708/posts/default/7528383949931070965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jardim-fechado.blogspot.com/2011/11/se-eu-morrer-antes-de-voce-faca-me-um.html' title=''/><author><name>Susi, a Filha do Rei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12527054838826578153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KXQ0FIUS37U/Td6cySQOmYI/AAAAAAAACM4/CwZ0zlKMwe8/s220/sus.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VEnOd6WgMC4/TrF8IATYKqI/AAAAAAAACe0/-3k1MGlRoHQ/s72-c/1qNR4-188-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11077708.post-6495482820416223647</id><published>2011-09-16T17:02:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-09-16T17:03:50.480-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VmNKuL14cHo/TnOrnJjnevI/AAAAAAAACdE/zEWO8_APOhE/s1600/susi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 331px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VmNKuL14cHo/TnOrnJjnevI/AAAAAAAACdE/zEWO8_APOhE/s400/susi.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5653050646348659442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grande vazio. Dor...verdadeira sensação de perda. Certeza de que a vida é  mesmo frágil uma bobagem uma irrelevância, diante do amor de quem se  ama.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Pai, hoje tivemos que soltar nossas mãos. Uma sensação de ter  que caminhar na companhia do VAZIO que você me deixou. NUNCA MAIS me  preparar para o dia da semana que você vinha almoçar comigo e isso já  era "NOSSA ROTINA".&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Sei que estáis agora na companhia de JESUS e eu  preciso continuar mesmo no vazio que você deixou. Continuo chorando essa  saudade, e sentindo que minha raiz (VOCÊ) foi arrancado de mim, mas que  eu não fiquei sem chão, diante dos princípios que vocÊ enraizou em  mim.  Te Amo Pai, Nos vemos no arrebatamento então. Até lá Pai...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;h6&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h6&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11077708-6495482820416223647?l=jardim-fechado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jardim-fechado.blogspot.com/feeds/6495482820416223647/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11077708&amp;postID=6495482820416223647&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11077708/posts/default/6495482820416223647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11077708/posts/default/6495482820416223647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jardim-fechado.blogspot.com/2011/09/grande-vazio.html' title=''/><author><name>Susi, a Filha do Rei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12527054838826578153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KXQ0FIUS37U/Td6cySQOmYI/AAAAAAAACM4/CwZ0zlKMwe8/s220/sus.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VmNKuL14cHo/TnOrnJjnevI/AAAAAAAACdE/zEWO8_APOhE/s72-c/susi.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11077708.post-6658979530347625140</id><published>2011-09-02T17:19:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-09-02T17:21:09.402-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Cvrv0SHKyrk/TmE6ffSVPAI/AAAAAAAACco/U2quRK0jrk0/s1600/PQAAAOe5dzYpKCMAPiJXKm0vAJXPjir8CYSv05mKhSb3GqMgm51knmdtGNw2a_D_iCWzyWju8_6qBtoymIEHC5jIBlIAm1T1UOSDaM85f8KYUXs0fL1Uwz809nNW.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 291px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Cvrv0SHKyrk/TmE6ffSVPAI/AAAAAAAACco/U2quRK0jrk0/s400/PQAAAOe5dzYpKCMAPiJXKm0vAJXPjir8CYSv05mKhSb3GqMgm51knmdtGNw2a_D_iCWzyWju8_6qBtoymIEHC5jIBlIAm1T1UOSDaM85f8KYUXs0fL1Uwz809nNW.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5647859720348056578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://static2.orkut.com/img/gwt/previous.png" class="CFD ABD" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://static2.orkut.com/img/gwt/next.png" class="GED" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="ADD"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static4.orkut.com/img/gwt/fullscreen_inline_on.png" title="Ver este álbum em apresentação de slides" class="HFD" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;" class="N3C JDB"&gt;"Preciso  de alguém, que venha brigar ao meu lado sem precisar ser convocado;  alguém Amigo o suficiente para dizer-me as verdades que não quero ouvir,  mesmo sabendo que posso odia-lo por isso. Neste mundo de céticos,  preciso de alguém que creia, nesta coisa misteriosa, desacreditada,  quase impossivel de encontrar: A Amizade" - &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Charles Chaplin &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11077708-6658979530347625140?l=jardim-fechado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jardim-fechado.blogspot.com/feeds/6658979530347625140/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11077708&amp;postID=6658979530347625140&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11077708/posts/default/6658979530347625140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11077708/posts/default/6658979530347625140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jardim-fechado.blogspot.com/2011/09/preciso-de-alguem-que-venha-brigar-ao.html' title=''/><author><name>Susi, a Filha do Rei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12527054838826578153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KXQ0FIUS37U/Td6cySQOmYI/AAAAAAAACM4/CwZ0zlKMwe8/s220/sus.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Cvrv0SHKyrk/TmE6ffSVPAI/AAAAAAAACco/U2quRK0jrk0/s72-c/PQAAAOe5dzYpKCMAPiJXKm0vAJXPjir8CYSv05mKhSb3GqMgm51knmdtGNw2a_D_iCWzyWju8_6qBtoymIEHC5jIBlIAm1T1UOSDaM85f8KYUXs0fL1Uwz809nNW.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11077708.post-794810977661479465</id><published>2011-08-10T23:02:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2011-08-10T23:32:17.656-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Zo7oeQ72kWA/TkM-0xijVVI/AAAAAAAACZ0/9uGUK5HD7Lo/s1600/eu.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Zo7oeQ72kWA/TkM-0xijVVI/AAAAAAAACZ0/9uGUK5HD7Lo/s400/eu.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5639420234770371922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;                                   “Você foi minha vida, e eu fui apenas, um capítulo da sua.”&lt;p&gt;&lt;span id="more-5519"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;                                                                                                     Trecho do filme &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; Brilho Eterno de Uma Mente Sem Lembranças&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-glJo0wZuVKY/TkM7N2GcGLI/AAAAAAAACZk/OzKkcT_ZOQs/s1600/bazar-solidario-blumenau1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 247px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-glJo0wZuVKY/TkM7N2GcGLI/AAAAAAAACZk/OzKkcT_ZOQs/s400/bazar-solidario-blumenau1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5639416267444852914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Saiba escolher entre o que você quer e o que os outros  querem, não seja comprado, não seja tratado como mercadoria, não seja  apenas mais um pão na padaria!&lt;br /&gt;Lute pelos seus objetivos, mesmo que eles sejam fúteis!&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                       &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; &lt;span class="aut"&gt;&lt;a href="http://pensador.uol.com.br/autor/marcel_henriques/" class="autor"&gt;Marcel Henriques&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="aut"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="aut"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="aut"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XBzYzBpx4ho/TkM4n4pWcZI/AAAAAAAACZc/JiRedZxrKOc/s1600/BXK206413_casinha-amarela800.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XBzYzBpx4ho/TkM4n4pWcZI/AAAAAAAACZc/JiRedZxrKOc/s400/BXK206413_casinha-amarela800.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5639413416269869458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Em sua vida, tudo deve ser construído, nada deve ser destruído... Um dia  iniciei a construção de uma escada e a cada degrau uma história, numa  certa etapa da vida outras pessoas fazem dela suas, para subir, às vezes  esquecendo-se de tudo e de todos. Desço e dou oportunidades a outros de  continuar, erguendo outra: linda e forte... Observando sempre minha  criação para ver como está com quantos degraus a mais ela deve estar?  Pois estamos aqui na vida para deixar o que temos de mais importante: o  conhecimento, a tolerância, o amor devem ser repassados e não guardados.&lt;/div&gt;                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                              &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="aut"  style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://pensador.uol.com.br/autor/wagner_correa_neto/" class="autor"&gt;Wagner Corrêa Neto&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="aut"  style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11077708-794810977661479465?l=jardim-fechado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jardim-fechado.blogspot.com/feeds/794810977661479465/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11077708&amp;postID=794810977661479465&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11077708/posts/default/794810977661479465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11077708/posts/default/794810977661479465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jardim-fechado.blogspot.com/2011/08/saiba-escolher-entre-o-que-voce-quer-e.html' title=''/><author><name>Susi, a Filha do Rei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12527054838826578153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KXQ0FIUS37U/Td6cySQOmYI/AAAAAAAACM4/CwZ0zlKMwe8/s220/sus.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Zo7oeQ72kWA/TkM-0xijVVI/AAAAAAAACZ0/9uGUK5HD7Lo/s72-c/eu.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11077708.post-7622448975901084051</id><published>2011-08-04T19:07:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-08-04T20:11:20.238-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HdJehtYIQ3Y/TjsmrttUkeI/AAAAAAAACYg/8wbYvy33bYA/s1600/Ceu-e-Inferno.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 271px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HdJehtYIQ3Y/TjsmrttUkeI/AAAAAAAACYg/8wbYvy33bYA/s400/Ceu-e-Inferno.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5637141891030225378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Passarinho tem asa do lado de fora. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A gente, do lado de dentro.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nossos pensamentos podem ir a lugares que ninguém NUNCA saberá.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; Somente Deus.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11077708-7622448975901084051?l=jardim-fechado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jardim-fechado.blogspot.com/feeds/7622448975901084051/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11077708&amp;postID=7622448975901084051&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11077708/posts/default/7622448975901084051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11077708/posts/default/7622448975901084051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jardim-fechado.blogspot.com/2011/08/passarinho-tem-asa-do-lado-de-fora.html' title=''/><author><name>Susi, a Filha do Rei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12527054838826578153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KXQ0FIUS37U/Td6cySQOmYI/AAAAAAAACM4/CwZ0zlKMwe8/s220/sus.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HdJehtYIQ3Y/TjsmrttUkeI/AAAAAAAACYg/8wbYvy33bYA/s72-c/Ceu-e-Inferno.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11077708.post-2809289653783667090</id><published>2011-07-25T21:47:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-07-25T21:50:07.655-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DIA NACIONAL DO ESCRITOR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zsoiQXQ_vB8/Ti4O74QgSTI/AAAAAAAACWo/OTiY3TiinyE/s1600/escrtor.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 294px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zsoiQXQ_vB8/Ti4O74QgSTI/AAAAAAAACWo/OTiY3TiinyE/s400/escrtor.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633456605763750194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parabéns a todos que de alguma maneira consegue por no papel tudo que  leva na alma.&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/11077708-2809289653783667090?l=jardim-fechado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jardim-fechado.blogspot.com/feeds/2809289653783667090/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11077708&amp;postID=2809289653783667090&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11077708/posts/default/2809289653783667090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11077708/posts/default/2809289653783667090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jardim-fechado.blogspot.com/2011/07/dia-nacional-do-escritor.html' title=''/><author><name>Susi, a Filha do Rei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12527054838826578153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KXQ0FIUS37U/Td6cySQOmYI/AAAAAAAACM4/CwZ0zlKMwe8/s220/sus.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zsoiQXQ_vB8/Ti4O74QgSTI/AAAAAAAACWo/OTiY3TiinyE/s72-c/escrtor.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11077708.post-8819041984126825394</id><published>2011-07-10T22:42:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-07-10T22:52:23.361-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uWMmSaw2DAM/ThpXO34H6EI/AAAAAAAACRo/97eF6GXopLQ/s1600/muda.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 281px; height: 374px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uWMmSaw2DAM/ThpXO34H6EI/AAAAAAAACRo/97eF6GXopLQ/s400/muda.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627906597381990466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;As palavras se trancaram dentro de mim. Não tenho conseguido externar meus pensamentos, tô sofrendo de uma crise de abstinência das palavras. Oh céus!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;E eu vou bem, obrigada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11077708-8819041984126825394?l=jardim-fechado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jardim-fechado.blogspot.com/feeds/8819041984126825394/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11077708&amp;postID=8819041984126825394&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11077708/posts/default/8819041984126825394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11077708/posts/default/8819041984126825394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jardim-fechado.blogspot.com/2011/07/as-palavras-se-trancaram-dentro-de-mim.html' title=''/><author><name>Susi, a Filha do Rei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12527054838826578153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KXQ0FIUS37U/Td6cySQOmYI/AAAAAAAACM4/CwZ0zlKMwe8/s220/sus.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uWMmSaw2DAM/ThpXO34H6EI/AAAAAAAACRo/97eF6GXopLQ/s72-c/muda.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11077708.post-8237946011568426005</id><published>2011-06-23T22:39:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-06-23T22:41:42.278-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QPTMQ7mPDTY/TgPq7PwJ62I/AAAAAAAACQQ/tyTklDxDhRc/s1600/marcha.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 283px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QPTMQ7mPDTY/TgPq7PwJ62I/AAAAAAAACQQ/tyTklDxDhRc/s400/marcha.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621595063450200930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Acredito que um dia Ele caminhou rumo a cruz POR nós.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hoje caminhou PRA Ele uma multidão...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11077708-8237946011568426005?l=jardim-fechado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jardim-fechado.blogspot.com/feeds/8237946011568426005/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11077708&amp;postID=8237946011568426005&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11077708/posts/default/8237946011568426005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11077708/posts/default/8237946011568426005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jardim-fechado.blogspot.com/2011/06/acredito-que-um-dia-ele-caminhou-rumo.html' title=''/><author><name>Susi, a Filha do Rei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12527054838826578153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KXQ0FIUS37U/Td6cySQOmYI/AAAAAAAACM4/CwZ0zlKMwe8/s220/sus.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QPTMQ7mPDTY/TgPq7PwJ62I/AAAAAAAACQQ/tyTklDxDhRc/s72-c/marcha.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11077708.post-2159189137483522582</id><published>2011-05-29T21:59:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2011-05-29T22:06:41.259-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZoFHmo_eTGg/TeLsQHwMK0I/AAAAAAAACNo/HrspmAL5PgA/s1600/DSC00001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 318px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZoFHmo_eTGg/TeLsQHwMK0I/AAAAAAAACNo/HrspmAL5PgA/s400/DSC00001.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612307847360293698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;As vezes eu&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;METAMOFORSEIO &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;e me escondo da dor...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11077708-2159189137483522582?l=jardim-fechado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jardim-fechado.blogspot.com/feeds/2159189137483522582/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11077708&amp;postID=2159189137483522582&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11077708/posts/default/2159189137483522582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11077708/posts/default/2159189137483522582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jardim-fechado.blogspot.com/2011/05/as-vezes-eu-metamoforseio-e-me-escondo.html' title=''/><author><name>Susi, a Filha do Rei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12527054838826578153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KXQ0FIUS37U/Td6cySQOmYI/AAAAAAAACM4/CwZ0zlKMwe8/s220/sus.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZoFHmo_eTGg/TeLsQHwMK0I/AAAAAAAACNo/HrspmAL5PgA/s72-c/DSC00001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11077708.post-6123081989362352852</id><published>2011-05-23T23:13:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2011-05-23T23:50:54.760-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;ESQUECIMENTO MALDITO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-C-3xEis_6P4/TdsckMp9nbI/AAAAAAAACMI/0h-pSY1iFTw/s1600/esquecimento.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-C-3xEis_6P4/TdsckMp9nbI/AAAAAAAACMI/0h-pSY1iFTw/s400/esquecimento.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610109169018183090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Lendo o blog de uma amiga querida, li sobre o mal de alzheimer, e pus me a pensar o que faço com a  parte adorada da minha rotina. Seria ela tão cruel a ponto de paralisar e degenerar  meu cérebro e fazer me esquecer de quem amo? Tenho uma tia que sempre foi dinâmica, tocava bandolim no coral de uma igreja fez curso de confeiteira e fazia bolos esplendorosamentes lindos, quase todos fins de semanas era requisitada para enfeitar um bolo, tinha compromissos com ensaios de músicos, filhos, casa, serviço de banco, levava mãe dela ao médico, corria pra lá corria prá cá. Hoje entristeço me ao vê la quieta sem reconhecer ninguém, sem tocar seu bandolim, sem dar o ar da graça nos bolos que casam nossa família. Seria o mal de alhzeimer tão mal assim com a rotina de alguém?&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/11077708-6123081989362352852?l=jardim-fechado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jardim-fechado.blogspot.com/feeds/6123081989362352852/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11077708&amp;postID=6123081989362352852&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11077708/posts/default/6123081989362352852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11077708/posts/default/6123081989362352852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jardim-fechado.blogspot.com/2011/05/lendo-o-blog-de-uma-amiga-querida-li.html' title=''/><author><name>Susi, a Filha do Rei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12527054838826578153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KXQ0FIUS37U/Td6cySQOmYI/AAAAAAAACM4/CwZ0zlKMwe8/s220/sus.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-C-3xEis_6P4/TdsckMp9nbI/AAAAAAAACMI/0h-pSY1iFTw/s72-c/esquecimento.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11077708.post-6002843840684763115</id><published>2011-05-13T22:04:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-05-13T22:14:11.217-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NgTU8HC7_oE/Tc3WqUL-LoI/AAAAAAAACLY/nWutf13sD2M/s1600/loiranagrama.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 259px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NgTU8HC7_oE/Tc3WqUL-LoI/AAAAAAAACLY/nWutf13sD2M/s400/loiranagrama.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606373133607906946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=" font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E a gente faz mágica: vive 32 horas por dia, oito dias por semana, 14 meses por ano e &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;com&lt;/span&gt; um salário &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;microscópico&lt;/span&gt;. Fazemos a volta ao mundo com meio tanque de gasolina, dormimos seis horas por noite, sonhamos acordadas o tempo todo.&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                                                                                                                     &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:78%;" &gt;Marta Medeiros&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11077708-6002843840684763115?l=jardim-fechado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jardim-fechado.blogspot.com/feeds/6002843840684763115/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11077708&amp;postID=6002843840684763115&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11077708/posts/default/6002843840684763115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11077708/posts/default/6002843840684763115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jardim-fechado.blogspot.com/2011/05/e-gente-faz-magica-vive-32-horas-por.html' title=''/><author><name>Susi, a Filha do Rei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12527054838826578153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KXQ0FIUS37U/Td6cySQOmYI/AAAAAAAACM4/CwZ0zlKMwe8/s220/sus.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NgTU8HC7_oE/Tc3WqUL-LoI/AAAAAAAACLY/nWutf13sD2M/s72-c/loiranagrama.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11077708.post-1707327512843705438</id><published>2011-05-08T00:54:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-05-08T01:16:24.155-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mãe, Obrigado ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hnsOQMJirwI/TcYYmu-O7MI/AAAAAAAACKc/XxdOHAWCZo0/s1600/OgAAAApvq_3rb2m1Iuc0PNkYMU3kGNRlxR3FLSn2OK6w_BbCbMRm9tjh3EF8dnJ1h9EavmP8XsP4quIlKb4GKU6OXdYAm1T1UFc45dDAL-GQpziyZsnWBBbFWEhE.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 285px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hnsOQMJirwI/TcYYmu-O7MI/AAAAAAAACKc/XxdOHAWCZo0/s400/OgAAAApvq_3rb2m1Iuc0PNkYMU3kGNRlxR3FLSn2OK6w_BbCbMRm9tjh3EF8dnJ1h9EavmP8XsP4quIlKb4GKU6OXdYAm1T1UFc45dDAL-GQpziyZsnWBBbFWEhE.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604193840032312514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-d3PluppPUtE/TcYYe47cipI/AAAAAAAACKU/GFMNC5yYQfQ/s1600/eeeelas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-d3PluppPUtE/TcYYe47cipI/AAAAAAAACKU/GFMNC5yYQfQ/s400/eeeelas.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604193705266023058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;      A mão que embala o berço, é a mão que rege o mundo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Feliz Dias das Mães&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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/11077708-1707327512843705438?l=jardim-fechado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jardim-fechado.blogspot.com/feeds/1707327512843705438/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11077708&amp;postID=1707327512843705438&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11077708/posts/default/1707327512843705438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11077708/posts/default/1707327512843705438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jardim-fechado.blogspot.com/2011/05/mao-que-embala-o-berco-e-mao-que-rege-o.html' title=''/><author><name>Susi, a Filha do Rei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12527054838826578153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KXQ0FIUS37U/Td6cySQOmYI/AAAAAAAACM4/CwZ0zlKMwe8/s220/sus.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hnsOQMJirwI/TcYYmu-O7MI/AAAAAAAACKc/XxdOHAWCZo0/s72-c/OgAAAApvq_3rb2m1Iuc0PNkYMU3kGNRlxR3FLSn2OK6w_BbCbMRm9tjh3EF8dnJ1h9EavmP8XsP4quIlKb4GKU6OXdYAm1T1UFc45dDAL-GQpziyZsnWBBbFWEhE.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11077708.post-7139446289836111753</id><published>2011-04-26T18:39:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-04-26T19:00:54.217-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-e31Rt-yRiLY/TbdAbfi9z7I/AAAAAAAACI4/gxmm7FJI3Js/s1600/Bola%2BBrasil.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-e31Rt-yRiLY/TbdAbfi9z7I/AAAAAAAACI4/gxmm7FJI3Js/s400/Bola%2BBrasil.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600015502727303090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;E na poltrona do dentista eu lí , e decidi aqui postar:&lt;br /&gt;Brincar de bola é descobrir a harmonia e o equilíbrio do universo.&lt;br /&gt;A terra é redonda, Deus é esférico.&lt;br /&gt;O futebol não aprimora o caráter do homem, mais sim o revela.&lt;br /&gt;O futebol é a religião pagã, em que as pessoas se encontram para adorar a bola.&lt;br /&gt;Para entender a alma dos brasileiros é preciso surpreende-lo no instante de um gol.&lt;br /&gt;Nosso povo não canta o hino nacional no dia 7 de setembro, mas sim quando a seleção joga.&lt;br /&gt;É nesse momento que a manifestação cívica é mais ardente. Amar um clube de futebol é muito mais que amar uma mulher. Ao longo da vida troquei diversas vezes de namorada. Jamais trocaria o meu time por outro time.&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                            ( Armando Nogueira)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O homem pode ser fiel sim, rs...ao seu time! beijos&lt;br /&gt;PS"Será que ficará tudo pronto até 2014?&lt;br /&gt;E que outro  nome vc daria a tão idolatrada jabolani, em nossa copa?&lt;br /&gt;Como é Brasil, eu a chamaria de &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;REBOLANI&lt;/span&gt;, rs....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11077708-7139446289836111753?l=jardim-fechado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jardim-fechado.blogspot.com/feeds/7139446289836111753/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11077708&amp;postID=7139446289836111753&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11077708/posts/default/7139446289836111753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11077708/posts/default/7139446289836111753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jardim-fechado.blogspot.com/2011/04/e-na-poltrona-do-dentista-eu-li-e.html' title=''/><author><name>Susi, a Filha do Rei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12527054838826578153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KXQ0FIUS37U/Td6cySQOmYI/AAAAAAAACM4/CwZ0zlKMwe8/s220/sus.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-e31Rt-yRiLY/TbdAbfi9z7I/AAAAAAAACI4/gxmm7FJI3Js/s72-c/Bola%2BBrasil.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11077708.post-510763132995974578</id><published>2011-04-21T17:46:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-04-21T18:02:02.308-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1Ey91gN4jp4/TbCXuwoiy1I/AAAAAAAACG4/U82lWvpLNW4/s1600/cross.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 353px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1Ey91gN4jp4/TbCXuwoiy1I/AAAAAAAACG4/U82lWvpLNW4/s400/cross.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598141166406257490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;   &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ele não está mais na cruz...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A cruz vazia diz que ELE está conosco!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feliz Páscoa, um bj sabor, seu chocolate preferido.&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/11077708-510763132995974578?l=jardim-fechado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jardim-fechado.blogspot.com/feeds/510763132995974578/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11077708&amp;postID=510763132995974578&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11077708/posts/default/510763132995974578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11077708/posts/default/510763132995974578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jardim-fechado.blogspot.com/2011/04/ele-nao-esta-mais-na-cruz.html' title=''/><author><name>Susi, a Filha do Rei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12527054838826578153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KXQ0FIUS37U/Td6cySQOmYI/AAAAAAAACM4/CwZ0zlKMwe8/s220/sus.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1Ey91gN4jp4/TbCXuwoiy1I/AAAAAAAACG4/U82lWvpLNW4/s72-c/cross.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11077708.post-1241349988354587596</id><published>2011-04-13T23:04:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-04-13T23:07:43.140-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-doNRct5iAIM/TaZW4gVjcjI/AAAAAAAACFw/9Np_BzEpvMY/s1600/beijo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 323px; height: 250px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-doNRct5iAIM/TaZW4gVjcjI/AAAAAAAACFw/9Np_BzEpvMY/s400/beijo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595255115807420978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"A vida fica muito mais fácil se a gente sabe onde estão os beijos de que precisamos."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;(Mário Quintana)&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/11077708-1241349988354587596?l=jardim-fechado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jardim-fechado.blogspot.com/feeds/1241349988354587596/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11077708&amp;postID=1241349988354587596&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11077708/posts/default/1241349988354587596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11077708/posts/default/1241349988354587596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jardim-fechado.blogspot.com/2011/04/vida-fica-muito-mais-facil-se-gente.html' title=''/><author><name>Susi, a Filha do Rei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12527054838826578153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KXQ0FIUS37U/Td6cySQOmYI/AAAAAAAACM4/CwZ0zlKMwe8/s220/sus.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-doNRct5iAIM/TaZW4gVjcjI/AAAAAAAACFw/9Np_BzEpvMY/s72-c/beijo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11077708.post-8258014937455446984</id><published>2011-03-17T16:14:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-03-17T18:01:59.938-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vVPFYYt45i0/TYJ2h_WZwlI/AAAAAAAACFQ/SqUMknZ-MHY/s1600/liberta.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vVPFYYt45i0/TYJ2h_WZwlI/AAAAAAAACFQ/SqUMknZ-MHY/s400/liberta.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585156814205993554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 0, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Invento-me enquanto leio as instruções do meu manual. Reconheço que fui criado e é por isto que abuso da criatividade.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Descobri  que fui desenvolvido para desenvolver. Amado para amar. Gerado para  gerar. Sonhado para sonhar. Liberto para libertar e fazer da liberdade o  caminho de tudo  o que sou.&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                                                         BEIJOS.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11077708-8258014937455446984?l=jardim-fechado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jardim-fechado.blogspot.com/feeds/8258014937455446984/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11077708&amp;postID=8258014937455446984&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11077708/posts/default/8258014937455446984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11077708/posts/default/8258014937455446984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jardim-fechado.blogspot.com/2011/03/invento-me-enquanto-leio-as-instrucoes.html' title=''/><author><name>Susi, a Filha do Rei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12527054838826578153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KXQ0FIUS37U/Td6cySQOmYI/AAAAAAAACM4/CwZ0zlKMwe8/s220/sus.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vVPFYYt45i0/TYJ2h_WZwlI/AAAAAAAACFQ/SqUMknZ-MHY/s72-c/liberta.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11077708.post-7020781071821993918</id><published>2011-03-08T17:10:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-03-08T17:22:39.405-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ePr-pGuv5Qw/TXaNiXJui6I/AAAAAAAACEI/UjoMlsk1esI/s1600/dia%2Bnacional.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; 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font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);" class="fr0"&gt;O Homem e A Mulher&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O homem é a mais elevada das criaturas;&lt;br /&gt;A mulher é o mais sublime dos ideais.&lt;br /&gt;O homem é o cérebro;&lt;br /&gt;A mulher é o coração.&lt;br /&gt;O cérebro fabrica a luz;&lt;br /&gt;O coração, o AMOR.&lt;br /&gt;A luz fecunda, o amor ressuscita.&lt;br /&gt;O homem é forte pela razão;&lt;br /&gt;A mulher é invencível pelas lágrimas.&lt;br /&gt;A razão convence, as lágrimas comovem.&lt;br /&gt;O homem é capaz de todos os heroísmos;&lt;br /&gt;A mulher, de todos os martírios.&lt;br /&gt;O heroísmo enobrece, o martírio sublima.&lt;br /&gt;O homem é um código;&lt;br /&gt;A mulher é um evangelho.&lt;br /&gt;O código corrige; o evangelho aperfeiçoa.&lt;br /&gt;O homem é um templo; a mulher é o sacrário.&lt;br /&gt;Ante o templo nos descobrimos;&lt;br /&gt;Ante o sacrário nos ajoelhamos.&lt;br /&gt;O homem pensa; a mulher sonha.&lt;br /&gt;Pensar é ter , no crânio, uma larva;&lt;br /&gt;Sonhar é ter , na fronte, uma auréola.&lt;br /&gt;O homem é um oceano; a mulher é um lago.&lt;br /&gt;O oceano tem a pérola que adorna;&lt;br /&gt;O lago, a poesia que deslumbra.&lt;br /&gt;O homem é a águia que voa;&lt;br /&gt;A mulher é o rouxinol que canta.&lt;br /&gt;Voar é dominar o espaço;&lt;br /&gt;Cantar é conquistar a alma.&lt;br /&gt;Enfim, o homem está colocado onde termina a terra;&lt;br /&gt;A mulher, onde começa o céu.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt; &lt;span class="aut"&gt;&lt;a href="http://pensador.uol.com.br/autor/Victor_Hugo/" class="autor"&gt;Victor Hugo&lt;/a&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/11077708-7020781071821993918?l=jardim-fechado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jardim-fechado.blogspot.com/feeds/7020781071821993918/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11077708&amp;postID=7020781071821993918&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11077708/posts/default/7020781071821993918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11077708/posts/default/7020781071821993918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jardim-fechado.blogspot.com/2011/03/normal-0-21-false-false-false.html' title=''/><author><name>Susi, a Filha do Rei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12527054838826578153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KXQ0FIUS37U/Td6cySQOmYI/AAAAAAAACM4/CwZ0zlKMwe8/s220/sus.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ePr-pGuv5Qw/TXaNiXJui6I/AAAAAAAACEI/UjoMlsk1esI/s72-c/dia%2Bnacional.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11077708.post-5538798310553457985</id><published>2011-02-23T23:53:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2011-02-25T22:45:26.794-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TUDMHYAwdNs/TWhbEpfJW5I/AAAAAAAACDI/J8JLA7bo0Ns/s1600/barril.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 199px; height: 196px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TUDMHYAwdNs/TWhbEpfJW5I/AAAAAAAACDI/J8JLA7bo0Ns/s400/barril.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5577808273912454034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h6 style="text-align: center;" class="uiStreamMessage" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}"&gt;&lt;span class="messageBody"&gt;                                                                      &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h6&gt;&lt;h6 style="text-align: center;" class="uiStreamMessage" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}"&gt;                                                                                                                                   &lt;span class="messageBody"&gt; "Cirurgia de lipoaspiração?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h6&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" class="messageBody"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pelo  amor de Deus, eu não quero usar nada nem ninguém, nem falar do que não  sei, nem procurar culpados, nem acusar ou apontar pessoas, mas ninguém  está percebendo que toda essa busca insana pela estética ideal é muito  menos lipo-as e muito mais piração?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" class="messageBody"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Uma coisa é saúde outra é obssessão. O mundo pirou, enl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="text_exposed_hide"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="text_exposed_show"&gt;ouqueceu. Hoje, Deus é a auto imagem. Religião, é dieta. Fé, só na estética. Ritual é malhação.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" class="messageBody"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="text_exposed_show"&gt;Amor é cafona, sinceridade é careta, pudor é ridículo, sentimento é bobagem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" class="messageBody"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="text_exposed_show"&gt;Gordura  é pecado mortal. Ruga é contravenção. Roubar pode, envelhecer, não.  Estria é caso de polícia. Celulite é falta de educação. Filho da puta  bem sucedido é exemplo de sucesso.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" class="messageBody"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="text_exposed_show"&gt;A máxima moderna é uma só: pagando bem, que mal tem?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" class="messageBody"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="text_exposed_show"&gt;A  sociedade consumidora, a que tem dinheiro, a que produz, não pensa em  mais nada além da imagem, imagem, imagem. Imagem, estética, medidas,  beleza. Nada mais importa. Não importam os sentimentos, não importa a  cultura, a sabedoria, o relacionamento, a amizade, a ajuda, nada mais  importa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" class="messageBody"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="text_exposed_show"&gt;Não importa o outro, o coletivo. Jovens não têm mais fé, nem  idealismo, nem posição política. Adultos perdem o senso em busca da  juventude fabricada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" class="messageBody"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="text_exposed_show"&gt;Ok, eu também quero me sentir bem, quero caber  nas roupas, quero ficar legal, quero caminhar, correr, viver muito, ter  uma aparência legal mas...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" class="messageBody"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="text_exposed_show"&gt;Uma sociedade de adolescentes anoréxicas e  bulímicas, de jovens lipoaspirados, turbinados,      aos vinte anos, não é  natural. Não é, não pode ser. Que as pessoas discutam o assunto.   Que alguém acorde. Que o mundo mude.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" class="messageBody"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="text_exposed_show"&gt;Que eu me acalme. Que o amor sobreviva.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" class="messageBody"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="text_exposed_show"&gt;'Cuide bem do seu amor, seja ele quem for.' "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span class="messageBody"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="text_exposed_show"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Herbert Vianna, cantor e compositor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(Achei tão atual, que passei a vez pra ele falar, aqui no blog)  BJs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11077708-5538798310553457985?l=jardim-fechado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jardim-fechado.blogspot.com/feeds/5538798310553457985/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11077708&amp;postID=5538798310553457985&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11077708/posts/default/5538798310553457985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11077708/posts/default/5538798310553457985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jardim-fechado.blogspot.com/2011/02/cirurgia-de-lipoaspiracao-pelo-amor-de.html' title=''/><author><name>Susi, a Filha do Rei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12527054838826578153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KXQ0FIUS37U/Td6cySQOmYI/AAAAAAAACM4/CwZ0zlKMwe8/s220/sus.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TUDMHYAwdNs/TWhbEpfJW5I/AAAAAAAACDI/J8JLA7bo0Ns/s72-c/barril.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11077708.post-9168164959055945711</id><published>2011-01-13T21:46:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2011-01-13T21:56:01.684-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S0YgQhCKVws/TS-O_1G_K3I/AAAAAAAACBM/iP8R_4BitGI/s1600/DSC00398.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S0YgQhCKVws/TS-O_1G_K3I/AAAAAAAACBM/iP8R_4BitGI/s400/DSC00398.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561821292065139570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;  &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;i&gt;                                    &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 22px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: normal; "&gt;Quando há medo de ir embora, é porque vale a pena ficar... 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S0YgQhCKVws/TQV-8kyVZ1I/AAAAAAAABqY/RHQQo4KbK08/s400/DSC09356.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549981694936049490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;i&gt;Mais um ano se passou...Obrigada Senhor!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11077708-2609401031668061533?l=jardim-fechado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jardim-fechado.blogspot.com/feeds/2609401031668061533/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11077708&amp;postID=2609401031668061533&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11077708/posts/default/2609401031668061533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11077708/posts/default/2609401031668061533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jardim-fechado.blogspot.com/2010/12/mais-um-ano-se-passou.html' title=''/><author><name>Susi, a Filha do Rei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12527054838826578153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KXQ0FIUS37U/Td6cySQOmYI/AAAAAAAACM4/CwZ0zlKMwe8/s220/sus.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S0YgQhCKVws/TQV-8kyVZ1I/AAAAAAAABqY/RHQQo4KbK08/s72-c/DSC09356.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11077708.post-1474632256937813899</id><published>2010-12-02T20:26:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2010-12-02T20:42:14.385-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S0YgQhCKVws/TPggv5GpiXI/AAAAAAAABp4/Ix2ChgWqOm4/s1600/flores-5001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 243px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S0YgQhCKVws/TPggv5GpiXI/AAAAAAAABp4/Ix2ChgWqOm4/s400/flores-5001.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546218948261415282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Hoje acordei com vontade de mandar flores até para o delegado....&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;(Zeca Baleiro)&lt;/i&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/11077708-1474632256937813899?l=jardim-fechado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jardim-fechado.blogspot.com/feeds/1474632256937813899/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11077708&amp;postID=1474632256937813899&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11077708/posts/default/1474632256937813899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11077708/posts/default/1474632256937813899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jardim-fechado.blogspot.com/2010/12/hoje-acordei-com-vontade-de-mandar.html' title=''/><author><name>Susi, a Filha do Rei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12527054838826578153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KXQ0FIUS37U/Td6cySQOmYI/AAAAAAAACM4/CwZ0zlKMwe8/s220/sus.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S0YgQhCKVws/TPggv5GpiXI/AAAAAAAABp4/Ix2ChgWqOm4/s72-c/flores-5001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11077708.post-4280806517819602638</id><published>2010-11-26T20:38:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2010-11-26T20:39:31.177-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="aut" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 2px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 2px; padding-left: 35px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S0YgQhCKVws/TPArR0FCMII/AAAAAAAABpQ/IgZ27RKnkgc/s1600/foto_laghi_005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S0YgQhCKVws/TPArR0FCMII/AAAAAAAABpQ/IgZ27RKnkgc/s400/foto_laghi_005.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5543978726330609794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 22px; "&gt;&lt;p class="fr" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 5px; padding-right: 10px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 40px; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); display: block; background-image: url(http://pnsdr.com/img/comllas.gif); background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: initial; font: normal normal normal 1em/normal Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-weight: normal; background-position: 0% 0%; background-repeat: no-repeat no-repeat; "&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Sou uma mulher madura&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Que às vezes anda de balanço&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Sou uma criança insegura&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Que às vezes usa salto alto&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Sou uma mulher que balança&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Sou uma criança que atura&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span class="aut" style="text-align: center; display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 2px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 2px; padding-left: 35px; font-size: 14px; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://pensador.uol.com.br/autor/Martha_Medeiros/" class="autor" style="font-size: 1em; padding-left: 5px; color: rgb(0, 0, 255); "&gt;Martha Medeiros&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11077708-4280806517819602638?l=jardim-fechado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jardim-fechado.blogspot.com/feeds/4280806517819602638/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11077708&amp;postID=4280806517819602638&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11077708/posts/default/4280806517819602638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11077708/posts/default/4280806517819602638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jardim-fechado.blogspot.com/2010/11/sou-uma-mulher-madura-que-as-vezes-anda.html' title=''/><author><name>Susi, a Filha do Rei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12527054838826578153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KXQ0FIUS37U/Td6cySQOmYI/AAAAAAAACM4/CwZ0zlKMwe8/s220/sus.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S0YgQhCKVws/TPArR0FCMII/AAAAAAAABpQ/IgZ27RKnkgc/s72-c/foto_laghi_005.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11077708.post-5131531331229664309</id><published>2010-11-08T21:44:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2010-11-08T21:54:17.813-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S0YgQhCKVws/TNiNYlmeSUI/AAAAAAAABoY/TzIA9H7FOsY/s1600/download.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 348px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S0YgQhCKVws/TNiNYlmeSUI/AAAAAAAABoY/TzIA9H7FOsY/s400/download.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537331195401881922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tô vivendo! Mas sempre com a enorme impressão de que é apenas um ensaio.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tenho pressa de viver...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11077708-5131531331229664309?l=jardim-fechado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jardim-fechado.blogspot.com/feeds/5131531331229664309/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11077708&amp;postID=5131531331229664309&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11077708/posts/default/5131531331229664309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11077708/posts/default/5131531331229664309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jardim-fechado.blogspot.com/2010/11/to-vivendo-mas-sempre-com-enorme.html' title=''/><author><name>Susi, a Filha do Rei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12527054838826578153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KXQ0FIUS37U/Td6cySQOmYI/AAAAAAAACM4/CwZ0zlKMwe8/s220/sus.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S0YgQhCKVws/TNiNYlmeSUI/AAAAAAAABoY/TzIA9H7FOsY/s72-c/download.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11077708.post-4559884006234508119</id><published>2010-11-06T21:43:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2010-11-06T21:52:28.110-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S0YgQhCKVws/TNXqIX9eDXI/AAAAAAAABnQ/vt-1mqzYyOA/s1600/primavera.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S0YgQhCKVws/TNXqIX9eDXI/AAAAAAAABnQ/vt-1mqzYyOA/s400/primavera.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536588746513583474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S0YgQhCKVws/TNXpsF8ugsI/AAAAAAAABnI/GyFLuL6b67s/s1600/DSC08869.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S0YgQhCKVws/TNXpsF8ugsI/AAAAAAAABnI/GyFLuL6b67s/s400/DSC08869.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536588260642292418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;A primavera chegará, mesmo que ninguém mais saiba seu nome, nem acredite no&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;calendário, nem possua jardim para recebê-la.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11077708-4559884006234508119?l=jardim-fechado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jardim-fechado.blogspot.com/feeds/4559884006234508119/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11077708&amp;postID=4559884006234508119&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11077708/posts/default/4559884006234508119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11077708/posts/default/4559884006234508119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jardim-fechado.blogspot.com/2010/11/primavera-chegara-mesmo-que-ninguem.html' title=''/><author><name>Susi, a Filha do Rei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12527054838826578153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KXQ0FIUS37U/Td6cySQOmYI/AAAAAAAACM4/CwZ0zlKMwe8/s220/sus.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S0YgQhCKVws/TNXqIX9eDXI/AAAAAAAABnQ/vt-1mqzYyOA/s72-c/primavera.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11077708.post-1719149195388879298</id><published>2010-10-25T22:23:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2010-10-25T22:59:37.742-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S0YgQhCKVws/TMYn5AcYdEI/AAAAAAAABm4/7sCNkTs7IWU/s1600/separacao.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S0YgQhCKVws/TMYn5AcYdEI/AAAAAAAABm4/7sCNkTs7IWU/s400/separacao.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532153052596302914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="fr0" style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-left: 0cm; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="fr0" style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-left: 0cm; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;O amor não acaba. O amor apenas sai do centro das nossas atenções. O tempo desenvolve nossas defesas, nos oferece outras possibilidades e a gente avança porque é da natureza humana avançar. Não é o sentimento que se esgota, somos nós que ficamos esgotados de sofrer, ou esgotados de esperar, ou esgotados da mesmice. Paixão termina, amor não. Amor é aquilo que a gente deixa ocupar todos os nossos espaços, enquanto for bem-vindo, e que transferimos para o quartinho dos fundos quando não funciona mais, mas que nunca expulsamos definitivamente de casa.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="aut"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.pensador.info/autor/Martha_Medeiros/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Martha Medeiros&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/11077708-1719149195388879298?l=jardim-fechado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jardim-fechado.blogspot.com/feeds/1719149195388879298/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11077708&amp;postID=1719149195388879298&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11077708/posts/default/1719149195388879298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11077708/posts/default/1719149195388879298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jardim-fechado.blogspot.com/2010/10/o-amor-nao-acaba.html' title=''/><author><name>Susi, a Filha do Rei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12527054838826578153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KXQ0FIUS37U/Td6cySQOmYI/AAAAAAAACM4/CwZ0zlKMwe8/s220/sus.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S0YgQhCKVws/TMYn5AcYdEI/AAAAAAAABm4/7sCNkTs7IWU/s72-c/separacao.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11077708.post-7301665686506917144</id><published>2010-10-15T21:50:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2010-10-15T22:14:02.759-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S0YgQhCKVws/TLj5OK1bCbI/AAAAAAAABmQ/hzwcVb9xoVA/s1600/ampulheta+e+a+promessa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 337px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S0YgQhCKVws/TLj5OK1bCbI/AAAAAAAABmQ/hzwcVb9xoVA/s400/ampulheta+e+a+promessa.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528442564419193266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; "&gt;&lt;div class="verso-escuro" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 5px; padding-right: 5px; padding-bottom: 5px; padding-left: 5px; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: rgb(251, 251, 250); background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; "&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Tudo neste mundo tem o seu tempo; cada coisa tem a sua ocasião.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Há tempo de nascer e tempo de morrer; tempo de plantar e tempo de arrancar;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="verso-escuro" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 5px; padding-right: 5px; padding-bottom: 5px; padding-left: 5px; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: rgb(251, 251, 250); background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; "&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt; tempo de matar e tempo de curar; tempo de derrubar e tempo de construir. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="verso-claro" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 5px; padding-right: 5px; padding-bottom: 5px; padding-left: 5px; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: rgb(245, 242, 231); background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; "&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Há tempo de ficar triste e tempo de se alegrar; tempo de chorar e tempo de dançar; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="verso-escuro" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 5px; padding-right: 5px; padding-bottom: 5px; padding-left: 5px; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: rgb(251, 251, 250); background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; "&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt; tempo de espalhar pedras e tempo de ajuntá-las; tempo de abraçar e tempo de afastar. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="verso-claro" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 5px; padding-right: 5px; padding-bottom: 5px; padding-left: 5px; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: rgb(245, 242, 231); background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; "&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt; Há tempo de procurar e tempo de perder; tempo de economizar e tempo de desperdiçar; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="verso-escuro" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 5px; padding-right: 5px; padding-bottom: 5px; padding-left: 5px; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: rgb(251, 251, 250); background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; "&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt; tempo de rasgar e tempo de remendar; tempo de ficar calado e tempo de falar. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="verso-claro" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 5px; padding-right: 5px; padding-bottom: 5px; padding-left: 5px; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: rgb(245, 242, 231); background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; "&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt; Há tempo de amar e tempo de odiar; tempo de guerra e tempo de paz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Em que tempo anda a sua vida?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Espero que independente da situação você esteja preparado(o) pra próxima etapa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Carpe Diem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11077708-7301665686506917144?l=jardim-fechado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jardim-fechado.blogspot.com/feeds/7301665686506917144/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11077708&amp;postID=7301665686506917144&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11077708/posts/default/7301665686506917144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11077708/posts/default/7301665686506917144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jardim-fechado.blogspot.com/2010/10/tudo-neste-mundo-tem-o-seu-tempo-cada.html' title=''/><author><name>Susi, a Filha do Rei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12527054838826578153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KXQ0FIUS37U/Td6cySQOmYI/AAAAAAAACM4/CwZ0zlKMwe8/s220/sus.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S0YgQhCKVws/TLj5OK1bCbI/AAAAAAAABmQ/hzwcVb9xoVA/s72-c/ampulheta+e+a+promessa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11077708.post-1590203130904223379</id><published>2010-10-05T23:16:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2010-10-10T22:39:17.391-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S0YgQhCKVws/TKvfAOIwYII/AAAAAAAABkQ/C0D-FgbVGhw/s1600/3%2420duzias%2420de%2420rosas%2420com%2420fita%242070.00.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 395px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S0YgQhCKVws/TKvfAOIwYII/AAAAAAAABkQ/C0D-FgbVGhw/s400/3%2420duzias%2420de%2420rosas%2420com%2420fita%242070.00.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524754562787860610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Discordo de Cartola. As Rosas falam sim! Assim como as outras flores. Mas as Rosas vermelhas gritam paixão e amor e isso quando em buquês ou até mesmo despetaladas pelo chão, banheira ou no colchão. Não importa quando, ela só sugere amor, paixão. Parei pra pensar, cumpro 7 anos de reclusão, rs. 7 anos sem ao menos um botão. Há 7 anos segurei um buquê de rosas vermelhas e me sentia dona da situação,  Quase 1 década sem rosas , é chão hein!  O que fazer então? Gritar de desespero não me trarão rosas, muito menos as vermelhas, muito menos aquelas que vem fora de data importante e as fora de data são as que melhores expressam sentimento.  Tô voltando! A dor havia tirado meu vocabulário, mas aos poucos os fonemas engasgados em minha garganta começam a soar saltitantes e sonoros. Afinal não posso me calar se&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;até as rosas falam.  Tô voltando. Um Beijo e muitas rosas vermelhas pra vocês meninas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&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/11077708-1590203130904223379?l=jardim-fechado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jardim-fechado.blogspot.com/feeds/1590203130904223379/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11077708&amp;postID=1590203130904223379&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11077708/posts/default/1590203130904223379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11077708/posts/default/1590203130904223379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jardim-fechado.blogspot.com/2010/10/discordo-de-cartola.html' title=''/><author><name>Susi, a Filha do Rei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12527054838826578153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KXQ0FIUS37U/Td6cySQOmYI/AAAAAAAACM4/CwZ0zlKMwe8/s220/sus.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S0YgQhCKVws/TKvfAOIwYII/AAAAAAAABkQ/C0D-FgbVGhw/s72-c/3%2420duzias%2420de%2420rosas%2420com%2420fita%242070.00.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11077708.post-8296498032717310399</id><published>2010-09-16T22:33:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2010-09-16T22:45:54.061-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S0YgQhCKVws/TJLIDdOzKrI/AAAAAAAABj4/c--MPCT818o/s1600/4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S0YgQhCKVws/TJLIDdOzKrI/AAAAAAAABj4/c--MPCT818o/s400/4.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517692455194143410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                         &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;b&gt;NATASHA  2000  a  2010&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;         Quando ela chegou, achada dentro de uma caixa de papelão com mais ou menos 3 meses de vida,  ninguém achou que se apegaria a ela&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Ela era uma SRD ou seja sem raça definida. Mas ela veio pra ficar e arrasou por 10 anos. Mas agora ela se foi, teve um problema intestinal. Foi feita uma cirurgia e segundo o veterinário ela reagiu bem, mas na manhã de hoje ela sofreu uma convulsão e ainda na clínica morreu. Como nos apegamos a ela.!  &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11077708-8296498032717310399?l=jardim-fechado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jardim-fechado.blogspot.com/feeds/8296498032717310399/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11077708&amp;postID=8296498032717310399&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11077708/posts/default/8296498032717310399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11077708/posts/default/8296498032717310399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jardim-fechado.blogspot.com/2010/09/natasha-2000-2010-quando-ela-chegou.html' title=''/><author><name>Susi, a Filha do Rei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12527054838826578153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KXQ0FIUS37U/Td6cySQOmYI/AAAAAAAACM4/CwZ0zlKMwe8/s220/sus.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S0YgQhCKVws/TJLIDdOzKrI/AAAAAAAABj4/c--MPCT818o/s72-c/4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11077708.post-6105507518830020546</id><published>2010-08-03T22:41:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-08-03T22:44:49.646-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S0YgQhCKVws/TFjFz4DcVGI/AAAAAAAABh4/Dt9TzUViCY4/s1600/DSC00378.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S0YgQhCKVws/TFjFz4DcVGI/AAAAAAAABh4/Dt9TzUViCY4/s400/DSC00378.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501364439843886178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                       O Rio de Janeiro continua lindo!&lt;div&gt;                                                                  ARREBATADOR!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11077708-6105507518830020546?l=jardim-fechado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jardim-fechado.blogspot.com/feeds/6105507518830020546/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11077708&amp;postID=6105507518830020546&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11077708/posts/default/6105507518830020546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11077708/posts/default/6105507518830020546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jardim-fechado.blogspot.com/2010/08/o-rio-de-janeiro-continua-lindo.html' title=''/><author><name>Susi, a Filha do Rei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12527054838826578153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KXQ0FIUS37U/Td6cySQOmYI/AAAAAAAACM4/CwZ0zlKMwe8/s220/sus.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S0YgQhCKVws/TFjFz4DcVGI/AAAAAAAABh4/Dt9TzUViCY4/s72-c/DSC00378.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11077708.post-7693277336721240372</id><published>2010-04-06T22:40:00.006-03:00</published><updated>2010-04-07T00:14:28.075-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;                                                                Ele nao tem coração!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S0YgQhCKVws/S7v2ZJ-U2HI/AAAAAAAABXs/xUVYWhHB5zI/s1600/FRANGO"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S0YgQhCKVws/S7v2ZJ-U2HI/AAAAAAAABXs/xUVYWhHB5zI/s400/FRANGO" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457226285523982450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S0YgQhCKVws/S7v4IprC5-I/AAAAAAAABX8/tW-DXf46w6w/s1600/espetinho_coracao_frango2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S0YgQhCKVws/S7v4IprC5-I/AAAAAAAABX8/tW-DXf46w6w/s400/espetinho_coracao_frango2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457228200998528994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                    &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Servida?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11077708-7693277336721240372?l=jardim-fechado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jardim-fechado.blogspot.com/feeds/7693277336721240372/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11077708&amp;postID=7693277336721240372&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11077708/posts/default/7693277336721240372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11077708/posts/default/7693277336721240372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jardim-fechado.blogspot.com/2010/04/ele-nao-tem-coracao-onde-foi-parar-o.html' title=''/><author><name>Susi, a Filha do Rei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12527054838826578153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KXQ0FIUS37U/Td6cySQOmYI/AAAAAAAACM4/CwZ0zlKMwe8/s220/sus.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S0YgQhCKVws/S7v2ZJ-U2HI/AAAAAAAABXs/xUVYWhHB5zI/s72-c/FRANGO' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11077708.post-2967451179480407123</id><published>2010-03-08T16:48:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-03-08T16:54:17.496-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S0YgQhCKVws/S5VV3VjDH2I/AAAAAAAABXQ/lQuwIXv7Mq4/s1600-h/olhos.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 334px; height: 208px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S0YgQhCKVws/S5VV3VjDH2I/AAAAAAAABXQ/lQuwIXv7Mq4/s400/olhos.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446353733539798882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;O HOMEM E A MULHER&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="display: block;" id="formatbar_Buttons"&gt;&lt;span class="on" style="display: block;" id="formatbar_Add_Video" title="Adicionar vídeo" onmouseover="ButtonHoverOn(this);" onmouseout="ButtonHoverOff(this);" onmouseup="addVideo();" onmousedown="CheckFormatting(event);;ButtonMouseDown(this);"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogger.com/img/blank.gif" alt="Adicionar vídeo" class="gl_video" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;O homem é a mais elevada          das criaturas;&lt;br /&gt;       A mulher é o mais sublime dos ideais.&lt;br /&gt;       O homem é o cérebro;&lt;br /&gt;       A mulher é o coração.&lt;br /&gt;       O cérebro fabrica a luz;&lt;br /&gt;       O coração, o AMOR.&lt;br /&gt;       A luz fecunda, o amor ressuscita.&lt;br /&gt;       O homem é forte pela razão;&lt;br /&gt;       A mulher é invencível pelas lágrimas.&lt;br /&gt;       A razão convence, as lágrimas comovem.&lt;br /&gt;       O homem é capaz de todos os heroísmos;&lt;br /&gt;       A mulher, de todos os martírios.&lt;br /&gt;       O heroísmo enobrece, o martírio sublima.&lt;br /&gt;       O homem é um código;&lt;br /&gt;       A mulher é um evangelho.&lt;br /&gt;       O código corrige; o evangelho aperfeiçoa.&lt;br /&gt;       O homem é um templo; a mulher é o sacrário.&lt;br /&gt;       Ante o templo nos descobrimos;&lt;br /&gt;       Ante o sacrário nos ajoelhamos.&lt;br /&gt;       O homem pensa; a mulher sonha.&lt;br /&gt;       Pensar é ter , no crânio, uma larva;&lt;br /&gt;       Sonhar é ter , na fronte, uma auréola.&lt;br /&gt;       O homem é um oceano; a mulher é um lago.&lt;br /&gt;       O oceano tem a pérola que adorna;&lt;br /&gt;       O lago, a poesia que deslumbra.&lt;br /&gt;       O homem é a águia que voa;&lt;br /&gt;       A mulher é o rouxinol que canta.&lt;br /&gt;       Voar é dominar o espaço;&lt;br /&gt;       Cantar é conquistar a alma.&lt;br /&gt;       Enfim, o homem está colocado onde termina a terra;&lt;br /&gt;       A mulher, onde começa o céu.&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/11077708-2967451179480407123?l=jardim-fechado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jardim-fechado.blogspot.com/feeds/2967451179480407123/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11077708&amp;postID=2967451179480407123&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11077708/posts/default/2967451179480407123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11077708/posts/default/2967451179480407123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jardim-fechado.blogspot.com/2010/03/o-homem-e-mulher-o-homem-e-mais-elevada.html' title=''/><author><name>Susi, a Filha do Rei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12527054838826578153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KXQ0FIUS37U/Td6cySQOmYI/AAAAAAAACM4/CwZ0zlKMwe8/s220/sus.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S0YgQhCKVws/S5VV3VjDH2I/AAAAAAAABXQ/lQuwIXv7Mq4/s72-c/olhos.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11077708.post-7206179791141073256</id><published>2010-01-10T15:43:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2010-01-10T15:46:00.967-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Passei por uma situação muito incômoda com uma amiga, em um restaurante, na hora do almoço do dia 14/11 .&lt;br /&gt;Cuidado, pois pode acontecer o mesmo com vocês. Estávamos sentadas, almoçando no restaurante e dois homens vieram sentar-se à nossa mesa, depois de pedirem licença e de nós não termos dado.&lt;br /&gt;Lançamos um olhar de reprovação, mas eles simplesmente ficaram ali, olhando-nos diretamente nos olhos.&lt;br /&gt;Isto acabou com o nosso almoço... Eu liguei para meu marido para evitar qualquer problema e mostrar que não tínhamos interesse nenhum por eles.&lt;br /&gt;Por sorte, depois de algum tempo de uma paquera explícita e propostas muito indecentes, eles perceberam a nossa situação e saíram.&lt;br /&gt;Da mesa ao lado, uma conhecida tirou a foto deles com o celular, para o caso de haver algum incidente e, para que vocês não corram o mesmo risco que nós corremos. Estou anexando a foto a este e-mail, como prevenção - para no caso de eles também tentarem na cara-de-pau aproximarem-se de vocês".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cliquem &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y124/dynaholanda/Abusados.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Aqui &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;para ver quem são eles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Isso aconteceu comigo e uma Amiga&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt; a Lu do Insanidades&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11077708-7206179791141073256?l=jardim-fechado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jardim-fechado.blogspot.com/feeds/7206179791141073256/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11077708&amp;postID=7206179791141073256&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11077708/posts/default/7206179791141073256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11077708/posts/default/7206179791141073256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jardim-fechado.blogspot.com/2010/01/assei-por-uma-situacao-muito-incomoda_10.html' title=''/><author><name>Susi, a Filha do Rei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12527054838826578153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KXQ0FIUS37U/Td6cySQOmYI/AAAAAAAACM4/CwZ0zlKMwe8/s220/sus.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11077708.post-4123977703517439863</id><published>2009-12-21T13:56:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2009-12-21T13:58:17.792-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S0YgQhCKVws/Sy-bAaQr7AI/AAAAAAAABRY/NQEMKBILaOg/s1600-h/natal.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 272px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S0YgQhCKVws/Sy-bAaQr7AI/AAAAAAAABRY/NQEMKBILaOg/s400/natal.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417719308101610498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Os votos são virtuais, mas o que desejo pra você é real.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;FELIZ NATAL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11077708-4123977703517439863?l=jardim-fechado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jardim-fechado.blogspot.com/feeds/4123977703517439863/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11077708&amp;postID=4123977703517439863&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11077708/posts/default/4123977703517439863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11077708/posts/default/4123977703517439863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jardim-fechado.blogspot.com/2009/12/os-votos-sao-virtuais-mas-o-que-desejo.html' title=''/><author><name>Susi, a Filha do Rei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12527054838826578153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KXQ0FIUS37U/Td6cySQOmYI/AAAAAAAACM4/CwZ0zlKMwe8/s220/sus.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S0YgQhCKVws/Sy-bAaQr7AI/AAAAAAAABRY/NQEMKBILaOg/s72-c/natal.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11077708.post-8584362600327772456</id><published>2009-12-15T15:39:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T15:52:19.787-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S0YgQhCKVws/SyfMCcD5p3I/AAAAAAAABQ8/Yqr_bQB-MyI/s1600-h/cozinha.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 390px; height: 297px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S0YgQhCKVws/SyfMCcD5p3I/AAAAAAAABQ8/Yqr_bQB-MyI/s400/cozinha.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415521419200669554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Amigos Intelectuais,  auto didatas e antenados me perdoem mas eu precisava postar isso. kkkkkkk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Carta de um                marido sozinho em casa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;Querida, está tudo em                ordem durante sua ausência. Estou preparando meu próprio almoço.                Está dando tudo certo. Ontem fiz batata frita. Ficou bom. Era                preciso descascar a batata?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;Fui buscar uns brioches                na padaria  e  quando voltei  o esmalte da                frigideira  tinha  soltado e ela estava toda                derretida... Inclusive o cabo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;E você que me dizia que                o teflon segurava qualquer coisa ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;Quanto tempo precisa pra                cozinhar ovos? Já deixei eles fervendo lá duas horas, mas                continuam duros que nem pedra...  Bom vou aguardar um pouco                mais...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;Semana passada tive um                contratempo cozinhando as ervilhas. Decidi esquentar a lata no                microondas e ele explodiu. A lata decolou feito um foguete,                atravessou o teto e acertou a filha do seu Freitas, nosso vizinho                de cima. Ela foi parar no pronto-socorro. Ainda bem que eles                tinham plano de saúde.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Já                aconteceu contigo de a louça suja criar mofo? Como é possível isso                acontecer em tão pouco tempo?&lt;br /&gt;Aliás, atrás da pia tem de tudo                que é bicho, daqui a pouco vai dar pra fazer um documentário e                vender pro Nacional Geografic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;Durante o último almoço                eu emporcalhei o tapete persa com molho de tomate. Você sempre me                dizia que mancha de molho de tomate não sai. Bobinha! Com um pouco                de querosene não tive problema algum. Saiu tudinho, inclusive a                cor do tapete...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;A geladeira estava criando muito gelo,                então tive que fazer um defrost nela. O gelo sai fácil se você                raspar ele com uma espátula de pedreiro! Ficou ótimo, foi fácil e                rápido, agora a geladeira não sei porque está&lt;br /&gt;aquecendo.                De qualquer forma, a carne ficou bem                passada!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;No mais, na última                quinta-feira quando saí para o trabalho esqueci de trancar a                porta. Alguém deve ter invadido nosso apartamento porque estão                faltando alguns objetos de valor, inclusive aquele colar de marfim                que seu bisavô trouxe da África. Mas como você sempre diz, o                dinheiro não traz felicidade, e tudo que material é efêmero. O seu                guarda-roupa também está vazio, mas acho que não devem ter levado                muita coisa, afinal você sempre diz que nunca tem nada pra                vestir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;Beijos mil, com muito                carinho, do seu querido, marido.&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;color:#0000ff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;               &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;PS:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Sua mãe deu uma passada aqui pra ver                como&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;estavam as coisas, sofreu                um infarto. O velório foi ontem à tarde, mas preferi não te contar                pra não te aborrecer à toa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;               &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: italic; text-align: center;"&gt;               &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;Volte logo,                estou com          saudades...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10pt;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10pt;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11077708-8584362600327772456?l=jardim-fechado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jardim-fechado.blogspot.com/feeds/8584362600327772456/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11077708&amp;postID=8584362600327772456&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11077708/posts/default/8584362600327772456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11077708/posts/default/8584362600327772456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jardim-fechado.blogspot.com/2009/12/amigos-intelectuais-auto-didatas-e.html' title=''/><author><name>Susi, a Filha do Rei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12527054838826578153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KXQ0FIUS37U/Td6cySQOmYI/AAAAAAAACM4/CwZ0zlKMwe8/s220/sus.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S0YgQhCKVws/SyfMCcD5p3I/AAAAAAAABQ8/Yqr_bQB-MyI/s72-c/cozinha.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11077708.post-7637969381616480201</id><published>2009-12-09T14:11:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T14:11:57.703-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S0YgQhCKVws/Sx_MRthtSYI/AAAAAAAABQ0/5C3WhQeq2x0/s1600-h/SUSI+RED.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413269881773443458" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S0YgQhCKVws/Sx_MRthtSYI/AAAAAAAABQ0/5C3WhQeq2x0/s400/SUSI+RED.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;PARABÉNS!!!É MEU NIVER....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11077708-7637969381616480201?l=jardim-fechado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jardim-fechado.blogspot.com/feeds/7637969381616480201/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11077708&amp;postID=7637969381616480201&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11077708/posts/default/7637969381616480201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11077708/posts/default/7637969381616480201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jardim-fechado.blogspot.com/2009/12/parabense-meu-niver.html' title=''/><author><name>Susi, a Filha do Rei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12527054838826578153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KXQ0FIUS37U/Td6cySQOmYI/AAAAAAAACM4/CwZ0zlKMwe8/s220/sus.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S0YgQhCKVws/Sx_MRthtSYI/AAAAAAAABQ0/5C3WhQeq2x0/s72-c/SUSI+RED.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11077708.post-6563430745431341720</id><published>2009-12-06T18:41:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2009-12-06T20:14:08.429-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S0YgQhCKVws/SxwsUkiHduI/AAAAAAAABQs/SdKHvsg-X4Q/s1600-h/bilhar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 258px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S0YgQhCKVws/SxwsUkiHduI/AAAAAAAABQs/SdKHvsg-X4Q/s400/bilhar.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412249584108271330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Impossivel não gostar. Exceto as cantadas de tremendo mal gosto que podem rolar, (aprenda se desvencilhar) GAMEZER BILLIARDS é o entretenimento virtual do momento. Você interage com o jogador e seleciona seus amigos e amigas para um bom papo e um bom jogo de bilhar. Experimente e me procure por lá. Se você se cadastrar lá, passe aqui e me deixe o seu nome de jogo. Os tacos são virtuais mas o prazer de jogar é real. Te espero por lá de preferência na sala 2, uma ótima semana pra vocês.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11077708-6563430745431341720?l=jardim-fechado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jardim-fechado.blogspot.com/feeds/6563430745431341720/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11077708&amp;postID=6563430745431341720&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11077708/posts/default/6563430745431341720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11077708/posts/default/6563430745431341720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jardim-fechado.blogspot.com/2009/12/impossivel-nao-gostar.html' title=''/><author><name>Susi, a Filha do Rei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12527054838826578153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KXQ0FIUS37U/Td6cySQOmYI/AAAAAAAACM4/CwZ0zlKMwe8/s220/sus.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S0YgQhCKVws/SxwsUkiHduI/AAAAAAAABQs/SdKHvsg-X4Q/s72-c/bilhar.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11077708.post-85609335487152474</id><published>2009-11-27T19:03:00.005-02:00</published><updated>2009-11-27T19:22:55.175-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S0YgQhCKVws/SxBCC1V2gCI/AAAAAAAABQM/MLleYmHQH1o/s1600/PRAIA++NOVEMBRO2009+165.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S0YgQhCKVws/SxBCC1V2gCI/AAAAAAAABQM/MLleYmHQH1o/s400/PRAIA++NOVEMBRO2009+165.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408895768917868578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A vida me passou uma rasteira, mas continua a girar e como a Lu do INSANIDADES é no intervalo da vida girando que vou tentando ser feliz. Tô esperando a minha vez, uma onda vai chegar e virá com a força de um tsunami, mas me fará flutuar acima de todas frustações e desencantos que já vivi. Afinal a vida é pra ser vivida em Pé, mas se quiser pode tirar uma onda dela é só manter o equilíbrio. Tô voltando pra ficar...Beijo meninos e meninas&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11077708-85609335487152474?l=jardim-fechado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jardim-fechado.blogspot.com/feeds/85609335487152474/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11077708&amp;postID=85609335487152474&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11077708/posts/default/85609335487152474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11077708/posts/default/85609335487152474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jardim-fechado.blogspot.com/2009/11/vida-me-passou-uma-rasteira-mas.html' title=''/><author><name>Susi, a Filha do Rei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12527054838826578153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KXQ0FIUS37U/Td6cySQOmYI/AAAAAAAACM4/CwZ0zlKMwe8/s220/sus.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S0YgQhCKVws/SxBCC1V2gCI/AAAAAAAABQM/MLleYmHQH1o/s72-c/PRAIA++NOVEMBRO2009+165.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11077708.post-6128813971660081019</id><published>2009-11-21T18:22:00.004-02:00</published><updated>2009-11-21T18:59:47.365-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S0YgQhCKVws/SwhQqOhV8TI/AAAAAAAABP0/PhcmnjX9auk/s1600/C%C3%B3pia+de+jghjbvn+127.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S0YgQhCKVws/SwhQqOhV8TI/AAAAAAAABP0/PhcmnjX9auk/s400/C%C3%B3pia+de+jghjbvn+127.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406660039040954674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando a nossa voz não consegue falar do que vai na alma, é melhor deixarmos alguém falar por nós. Eu deixei a Mariah Carey expressar com sua voz a idéia de que devemos ter um tempo pra nós. Um tempo pra nos preocurparmos em nos fortalecermos. Canta Mariah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="500" height="315"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/D3r8XTigYck&amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;color2=0xe87a9f&amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/D3r8XTigYck&amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;color2=0xe87a9f&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="500" height="315"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11077708-6128813971660081019?l=jardim-fechado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jardim-fechado.blogspot.com/feeds/6128813971660081019/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11077708&amp;postID=6128813971660081019&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11077708/posts/default/6128813971660081019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11077708/posts/default/6128813971660081019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jardim-fechado.blogspot.com/2009/11/quando-nossa-voz-nao-consegue-falar-do.html' title=''/><author><name>Susi, a Filha do Rei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12527054838826578153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KXQ0FIUS37U/Td6cySQOmYI/AAAAAAAACM4/CwZ0zlKMwe8/s220/sus.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S0YgQhCKVws/SwhQqOhV8TI/AAAAAAAABP0/PhcmnjX9auk/s72-c/C%C3%B3pia+de+jghjbvn+127.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11077708.post-5778441559421242059</id><published>2009-10-26T09:00:00.004-02:00</published><updated>2009-11-10T18:21:59.903-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S0YgQhCKVws/SuhnmlsJ5ZI/AAAAAAAABNE/uCAO8YjeGgw/s1600-h/praia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 311px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397678066053539218" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S0YgQhCKVws/SuhnmlsJ5ZI/AAAAAAAABNE/uCAO8YjeGgw/s400/praia.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="FONT-STYLE: italic" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Malhar não é o dificíl, o dificíl é olhar a paisagem de frente da academia que não passa de um supermercado e fingir que tô vendo o mar . Argh!&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/11077708-5778441559421242059?l=jardim-fechado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jardim-fechado.blogspot.com/feeds/5778441559421242059/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11077708&amp;postID=5778441559421242059&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11077708/posts/default/5778441559421242059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11077708/posts/default/5778441559421242059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jardim-fechado.blogspot.com/2009/10/malhar-nao-e-o-dificil-o-dificil-e.html' title=''/><author><name>Susi, a Filha do Rei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12527054838826578153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KXQ0FIUS37U/Td6cySQOmYI/AAAAAAAACM4/CwZ0zlKMwe8/s220/sus.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S0YgQhCKVws/SuhnmlsJ5ZI/AAAAAAAABNE/uCAO8YjeGgw/s72-c/praia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11077708.post-4081081823606972511</id><published>2009-09-19T11:25:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-09-19T11:27:44.733-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Tire&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; o relógio do pulso, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Sinta o pulso,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Sinta a vida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Aprecie esse momento,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Mas aprecie com responsabilidade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;  CARPE DIEM....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11077708-4081081823606972511?l=jardim-fechado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jardim-fechado.blogspot.com/feeds/4081081823606972511/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11077708&amp;postID=4081081823606972511&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11077708/posts/default/4081081823606972511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11077708/posts/default/4081081823606972511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jardim-fechado.blogspot.com/2009/09/tire-o-relogio-do-pulso-sinta-o-pulso.html' title=''/><author><name>Susi, a Filha do Rei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12527054838826578153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KXQ0FIUS37U/Td6cySQOmYI/AAAAAAAACM4/CwZ0zlKMwe8/s220/sus.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11077708.post-9035835475243440485</id><published>2009-09-13T14:44:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-09-13T14:46:32.220-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S0YgQhCKVws/Sq0vv1XM7KI/AAAAAAAABIU/KdAvwkffYXY/s1600-h/repo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S0YgQhCKVws/Sq0vv1XM7KI/AAAAAAAABIU/KdAvwkffYXY/s400/repo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381009628602363042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:180%;" &gt;Respirar o amor...é fundamental em seus diferentes momentos!&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/11077708-9035835475243440485?l=jardim-fechado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jardim-fechado.blogspot.com/feeds/9035835475243440485/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11077708&amp;postID=9035835475243440485&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11077708/posts/default/9035835475243440485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11077708/posts/default/9035835475243440485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jardim-fechado.blogspot.com/2009/09/respirar-o-amor.html' title=''/><author><name>Susi, a Filha do Rei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12527054838826578153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KXQ0FIUS37U/Td6cySQOmYI/AAAAAAAACM4/CwZ0zlKMwe8/s220/sus.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S0YgQhCKVws/Sq0vv1XM7KI/AAAAAAAABIU/KdAvwkffYXY/s72-c/repo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11077708.post-7931022566524645168</id><published>2009-08-30T16:52:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2009-08-30T17:07:09.763-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S0YgQhCKVws/SprbK0jlyUI/AAAAAAAABHE/KZwts67t8IA/s1600-h/13-salario.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 190px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 238px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375850084173203778" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S0YgQhCKVws/SprbK0jlyUI/AAAAAAAABHE/KZwts67t8IA/s400/13-salario.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Enquanto nos distraimos com gripe suína e algumas CPIs, políticos avançam no senado pelo fim do 13° Salário, querem acabar com o restinho do natal dos brasileiros.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Que faremos nós, saíremos a ruas e divulgaremos o máximo os nomes dos politícos responsáveis, ou ficaremos pasmos assistindo calados vendo mais um benefício trabalhísta indo pro ralo? Avante Moçada, divulgue o nome dos fulanos:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;1- INOCÊNCIO OLIVEIRA - PFL&lt;br /&gt;2- JOEL DE HOLLANDA - PFL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3- JOSÉ MENDONÇA BEZERRA - PFL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4- OSVALDO COELHO - PFL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5- ARMANDO MONTEIRO - PMDB&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6- SALATIEL CARVALHO - PMDB&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7- PEDRO CORRÊA - PPB&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8- RICARDO FIÚZA - PPB&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;9- SEVERINO CAVALCANTE - PPB&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;10- CLEMENTINO COELHO - PPS&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;11- CARLOS BATATA - PSDB&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;12- JOÃO COLAÇO - PSDB&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;13- JOSÉ MÚCIO MONTEIRO - PSDBs      &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;                                                                       Fonte : C.M.A.S&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Como já disse Martir luther King&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;O que mais me preocupa não é o grito dos corruptos, mas o silêncio dos inocentes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11077708-7931022566524645168?l=jardim-fechado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jardim-fechado.blogspot.com/feeds/7931022566524645168/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11077708&amp;postID=7931022566524645168&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11077708/posts/default/7931022566524645168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11077708/posts/default/7931022566524645168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jardim-fechado.blogspot.com/2009/08/enquanto-nos-distraimos-com-gripe-suina.html' title=''/><author><name>Susi, a Filha do Rei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12527054838826578153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KXQ0FIUS37U/Td6cySQOmYI/AAAAAAAACM4/CwZ0zlKMwe8/s220/sus.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S0YgQhCKVws/SprbK0jlyUI/AAAAAAAABHE/KZwts67t8IA/s72-c/13-salario.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11077708.post-5759423710255557474</id><published>2009-08-20T15:15:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T15:34:31.787-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S0YgQhCKVws/So2Wz2QIRkI/AAAAAAAABG8/BvjlGG2FeRw/s1600-h/dorrida.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 289px; height: 244px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S0YgQhCKVws/So2Wz2QIRkI/AAAAAAAABG8/BvjlGG2FeRw/s400/dorrida.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372115748003530306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                      &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tô sumida, correndo também em busca de um corpo perdido! rs...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;                                                                              Volto já!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11077708-5759423710255557474?l=jardim-fechado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jardim-fechado.blogspot.com/feeds/5759423710255557474/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11077708&amp;postID=5759423710255557474&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11077708/posts/default/5759423710255557474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11077708/posts/default/5759423710255557474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jardim-fechado.blogspot.com/2009/08/to-sumida-correndo-tambem-em-busca-de.html' title=''/><author><name>Susi, a Filha do Rei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12527054838826578153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KXQ0FIUS37U/Td6cySQOmYI/AAAAAAAACM4/CwZ0zlKMwe8/s220/sus.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S0YgQhCKVws/So2Wz2QIRkI/AAAAAAAABG8/BvjlGG2FeRw/s72-c/dorrida.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11077708.post-2498473355560907355</id><published>2009-08-05T12:47:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-08-05T12:59:54.887-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S0YgQhCKVws/SnmsR6Qd5MI/AAAAAAAABGc/-eiq3z2sLgc/s1600-h/lixo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 263px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366509854684734658" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S0YgQhCKVws/SnmsR6Qd5MI/AAAAAAAABGc/-eiq3z2sLgc/s400/lixo.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;De Celeiro do mundo, o querem fazer de lixeira?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Você tem como expressar a revolta de morar numa lixeira segundo alguns ingleses?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Em troca o quê você mandaria num navio para eles?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Pagaria o mal com o bem? argh!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;O navio MSC Oriane deixou nesta segunda-feira o porto do Rio Grande levando 40 contêineres com 740 toneladas de lixo de volta para a Inglaterra. A embarcação deveria zarpar no domingo, mas ficou retida por mais um dia no porto gaúcho por causa das rajadas de vento de até 70 quilômetros por hora e de ondas de até três metros de altura na saída do canal de acesso ao Oceano Atlântico.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;O tempo melhorou ao amanhecer e permitiu a retomada das operações. Antes de seguir para o porto inglês de Felixstowe, o MSC Oriane fará escala em Santos na quarta-feira para recolher outros 41 contêineres com lixo inglês.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                     ( Extraido do Último Segundo)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S0YgQhCKVws/Snmpp3VzOqI/AAAAAAAABGM/6ORzM5_0mIw/s1600-h/lixo+ingles+s%C3%B3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366506967683775138" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S0YgQhCKVws/Snmpp3VzOqI/AAAAAAAABGM/6ORzM5_0mIw/s400/lixo+ingles+s%C3%B3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Barbaridade !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11077708-2498473355560907355?l=jardim-fechado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jardim-fechado.blogspot.com/feeds/2498473355560907355/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11077708&amp;postID=2498473355560907355&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11077708/posts/default/2498473355560907355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11077708/posts/default/2498473355560907355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jardim-fechado.blogspot.com/2009/08/de-celeiro-do-mundo-o-querem-fazer-de.html' title=''/><author><name>Susi, a Filha do Rei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12527054838826578153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KXQ0FIUS37U/Td6cySQOmYI/AAAAAAAACM4/CwZ0zlKMwe8/s220/sus.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S0YgQhCKVws/SnmsR6Qd5MI/AAAAAAAABGc/-eiq3z2sLgc/s72-c/lixo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11077708.post-8454714631841542469</id><published>2009-07-31T12:25:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-31T14:19:06.702-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S0YgQhCKVws/SnMQrZAv-SI/AAAAAAAABF8/rbPhPc5gIrc/s1600-h/sorteio.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364649918762842402" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S0YgQhCKVws/SnMQrZAv-SI/AAAAAAAABF8/rbPhPc5gIrc/s400/sorteio.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A palavra é PROMOÇÃO. Alguma vez você já ganhou prêmio de alguma promoção? Conhece alguém que já recebeu? Eu posso dizer que por várias vezes participei de promoções e nada, nunca ganhei nada, salvo um picolé nestle que estava com palito premiado, mas valia apenas outro picolé. argh! Outra vez ganhei uma rifa que eu mesma fiz na Faculdade, o prêmio era uma cesta de cosméticos de uma marca famosa a galera da sala de aula que estavam mais ou menos em 85 alunos no dia acabaram assinando 97 números da tal rifa e os três que sobraram eu assinei, não deu outra ganhei, coisa que jamais aconteceria se eu tivesse tido a liberdade de escolher os nomes primeiro, porque o nome que saiu foi de uma concorrente antiga a namorada de meu marido. Jamais assinaria o nome Angela! Tá rolando um monte de promoções atualmente, vou participar de algumas. Mas eu queria mesmo era participar do SHOW DO MILHÃO. Acho que traria pra casa uma boa grana alguém aí pode me dar uma forcinha?. rs... E você já ganhou muitos prêmios em promoções ou concursos? beijo e sucesso pra você. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;MEU KIT INVERNO: FILME, LIVRO, TRICÔ, BOLO DE MILHO E CAFÉ COM LEITE.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11077708-8454714631841542469?l=jardim-fechado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jardim-fechado.blogspot.com/feeds/8454714631841542469/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11077708&amp;postID=8454714631841542469&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11077708/posts/default/8454714631841542469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11077708/posts/default/8454714631841542469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jardim-fechado.blogspot.com/2009/07/palavra-e-promocao.html' title=''/><author><name>Susi, a Filha do Rei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12527054838826578153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KXQ0FIUS37U/Td6cySQOmYI/AAAAAAAACM4/CwZ0zlKMwe8/s220/sus.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S0YgQhCKVws/SnMQrZAv-SI/AAAAAAAABF8/rbPhPc5gIrc/s72-c/sorteio.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11077708.post-2307414060459730462</id><published>2009-07-18T11:22:00.007-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T11:50:04.630-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S0YgQhCKVws/SmHiei33PHI/AAAAAAAABDQ/okK9AXxdI70/s1600-h/p0000002077.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359814045932665970" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S0YgQhCKVws/SmHiei33PHI/AAAAAAAABDQ/okK9AXxdI70/s400/p0000002077.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Menina afegã. Livre das malditas burcas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;que as fazem suar e ver o mundo de uma maneira embaçada . &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Há pouco tempo acabei de ler A CIDADE DO SOL. E fiquei pensando até onde certas pessoas agem como Marian personagem principal do livro e se deixam sofrer por uma vida toda anulando suas vontades, seus sonhos. Dá se um descontos que estamos tratando do Afeganistão onde as mulheres são mártires de um costume milenar e de um regime que nunca caí totalmente o do talibã.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tenho grandes dúvidas se eu proclamaria minha independência e não cometeria série de escândalos, acho que passaria a vida em fuga, tentativas atrás de tentativas, se bem que mesmo com a maldita polícia religiosa em baixa (Talibã), me parece que os homens daquela região a apoiam sempre e acabam denunciando mulheres que querem fugir do país, já que por lá nenhuma mulher pode andar desacompanhada de um homem. Homens que matam em nome de Deus, crianças orfãs e mutiladas pela guerra local, histórias de amor interrompidas por casamentos arranjados. E quem mais sofre em meio a toda essa catástrofe? É lógico as mulheres que são separadas dos seus amados que o coração escolheu, perdem seus filhos na guerra, sofrem atrocidades nas mãos de maridos violentos, além de ter que dividir seu bem estar ao chegar mais ou menos aos 30 e aceitar a 2ª esposa que o marido arruma e põe debaixo do mesmo teto e anúncia que a nova esposa de mais ou menos 15, 16 anos apenas fará as compras da casa, escolherá o cardápio do dia, fará uma longa lua de mel com ele no quarto ao lado do da 1ª esposa e a 1ª esposa fará todo serviço pesado de uma casa. E quase tudo isso em vigor no nome de Deus. Que Deus é esse? Aí lí a príncipal frase do Alcorão. Não há senão um só Deus, Aláh é o seu nome e seu profeta é Maomé. Aí está a diferença as escrituras sagradas registra, Há um só Deus e um só Senhor, seu Filho Jesus Cristo. Jesus Cristo em nome do nosso PAI continue a imperar nos corações da maioria dos brasileiros, faça do céu do Brasil a janela príncipal dos seus aposentos. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;DIA 20 DE JULHO DIA DO AMIGO&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;a todos os meus amigos virtuais um grande abraço.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;O abraço é virtual mais com sentimentos reais. Sucesso. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&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/11077708-2307414060459730462?l=jardim-fechado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jardim-fechado.blogspot.com/feeds/2307414060459730462/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11077708&amp;postID=2307414060459730462&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11077708/posts/default/2307414060459730462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11077708/posts/default/2307414060459730462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jardim-fechado.blogspot.com/2009/07/menina-afega.html' title=''/><author><name>Susi, a Filha do Rei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12527054838826578153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KXQ0FIUS37U/Td6cySQOmYI/AAAAAAAACM4/CwZ0zlKMwe8/s220/sus.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S0YgQhCKVws/SmHiei33PHI/AAAAAAAABDQ/okK9AXxdI70/s72-c/p0000002077.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11077708.post-3963206996567913110</id><published>2009-07-15T15:32:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T15:43:54.581-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S0YgQhCKVws/Sl4jYErd3HI/AAAAAAAABDA/zaGqznqP2dE/s1600-h/tricot.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S0YgQhCKVws/Sl4jYErd3HI/AAAAAAAABDA/zaGqznqP2dE/s400/tricot.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358759503097355378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inverno 2009 Sampa,  só tricotando, lendo, comendo e engordando?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11077708-3963206996567913110?l=jardim-fechado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jardim-fechado.blogspot.com/feeds/3963206996567913110/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11077708&amp;postID=3963206996567913110&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11077708/posts/default/3963206996567913110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11077708/posts/default/3963206996567913110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jardim-fechado.blogspot.com/2009/07/inverno-2009-sampa-so-tricotando-lendo.html' title=''/><author><name>Susi, a Filha do Rei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12527054838826578153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KXQ0FIUS37U/Td6cySQOmYI/AAAAAAAACM4/CwZ0zlKMwe8/s220/sus.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S0YgQhCKVws/Sl4jYErd3HI/AAAAAAAABDA/zaGqznqP2dE/s72-c/tricot.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11077708.post-7851896021644389883</id><published>2009-07-08T17:28:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T18:07:19.905-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S0YgQhCKVws/SlUDW_06IeI/AAAAAAAABCU/uFE78redo4Q/s1600-h/moonwalk.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 231px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S0YgQhCKVws/SlUDW_06IeI/AAAAAAAABCU/uFE78redo4Q/s400/moonwalk.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356191025452425698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Du&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;vido que você nunca tentou fazer um moonwalk&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Alguma música dele marcou uma historia de sua vida?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Qual?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;One day in your life, foi o hino oficial do meu namoro com  meu marido, em 1980.&lt;br /&gt;Por fim amei Heal the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11077708-7851896021644389883?l=jardim-fechado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jardim-fechado.blogspot.com/feeds/7851896021644389883/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11077708&amp;postID=7851896021644389883&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11077708/posts/default/7851896021644389883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11077708/posts/default/7851896021644389883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jardim-fechado.blogspot.com/2009/07/du-vido-que-voce-nunca-tentou-fazer-um.html' title=''/><author><name>Susi, a Filha do Rei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12527054838826578153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KXQ0FIUS37U/Td6cySQOmYI/AAAAAAAACM4/CwZ0zlKMwe8/s220/sus.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S0YgQhCKVws/SlUDW_06IeI/AAAAAAAABCU/uFE78redo4Q/s72-c/moonwalk.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11077708.post-5131058534034988628</id><published>2009-07-01T15:18:00.008-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T16:15:20.392-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S0YgQhCKVws/Sku0kOKeshI/AAAAAAAABBg/LM7OhKusqXU/s1600-h/DSC02969.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S0YgQhCKVws/Sku0kOKeshI/AAAAAAAABBg/LM7OhKusqXU/s400/DSC02969.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353571116430307858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Era pra ser uma " festinha"... Lara já tinha avisado. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;- "Não quero festa de debutante". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;- Mas filha... e a foto como a da suas irmãs, com aquele vestido longo, luva, salto alto? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;- Ah! sim "Daquele" jeito que a senhora sonhou, né? Não mãe, por favor "NÃO". no fim do ano a senhora me fotografa no vestido longo que a "senhora" sonhou pra mim! Vai ser minha formatura e a escola promoverá uma Super Festa, mas agora não, por favor! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;- Tá bom filha, então uma festinha simples com um pouquinho de gente . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Não deu outra... no sábado houve um DEBUTE diferente aqui em casa mesmo. Uma linda fogueira de tronco de pinheiro durou cerca de sete a oito horas, enfeitamos a garagem que cabe quatro carros, colocamos Globo colorido, luzes de balada, colocamos plumas no pescoço, fizemos vinho quente com abacaxi, quentão na fogueira, assamos aquele alcatra magrinha, aquela linguiça toscana, saboreamos  aquela maionese caseira e o pão com carne louca, maluca endiabrada sei lá, só sei que tava danado de bom. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;O bolo tinha que ser de chocolate trufado ou a debutante teria um troço, vai ser geniosa assim aqui em casa mesmo. Mas a alegria foi geral, desde o mais novo ao mais velho! Ela botou seu jeans de marca preferida, sua camiseta nova, seu tênis de marca como ela diz, deixou soltas suas madeixas longas e permitiu uma coroinha de STRASS, para uma foto. Na cara dela só um gloss em seus lábios carnudos e umas borrifadas do seu perfume "FANTASY" assinado por  Britney  Spears rs... e pronto! a alegria foi geral todos dançaram muito ao som de CAPIM CUBANO que arrenbentava no som cantando desde SALSA, MAMBO ao POP romântico.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;CONFESSO: A festa foi uma delícia, se eu soubesse não tinha gasto tanto dinheiro das duas outras vezes que houve um debute. É... a felicidade e alegria não tem preço!  Espiem você que delícia é essa banda Capim Cubano. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Parabéns Lara... ou Larissa se eu estiver com raiva. Que os seus 15 Anos sejam um sucesso, que você tenha a quem amar e se ficar triste que seja apenas por um dia e não o ano inteiro. Deus abençoe sua adolescência e você não se esqueça que os mandamentos "Dele" sejam a base do teu viver. BJ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/DC0Efp6F7v0&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/DC0Efp6F7v0&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DC0Efp6F7v0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11077708-5131058534034988628?l=jardim-fechado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jardim-fechado.blogspot.com/feeds/5131058534034988628/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11077708&amp;postID=5131058534034988628&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11077708/posts/default/5131058534034988628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11077708/posts/default/5131058534034988628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jardim-fechado.blogspot.com/2009/07/era-pra-ser-uma-festinha-lara-ja-tinha.html' title=''/><author><name>Susi, a Filha do Rei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12527054838826578153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KXQ0FIUS37U/Td6cySQOmYI/AAAAAAAACM4/CwZ0zlKMwe8/s220/sus.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S0YgQhCKVws/Sku0kOKeshI/AAAAAAAABBg/LM7OhKusqXU/s72-c/DSC02969.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11077708.post-5686073212400433574</id><published>2009-06-18T17:09:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T17:38:42.560-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S0YgQhCKVws/Sjqlr3pKC8I/AAAAAAAAA_g/l6IsinjUVKo/s1600-h/jaqueline.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S0YgQhCKVws/Sjqlr3pKC8I/AAAAAAAAA_g/l6IsinjUVKo/s400/jaqueline.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348769680545418178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Eu sou suspeita mas a acho linda!&lt;br /&gt;A Jaqueline faz hoje 17 anos.&lt;br /&gt;É minha filha do meio, o recheio raro do sanduiche aqui de casa.&lt;br /&gt;Pois aos 17, de uma coisa tem certeza,  não quer ser modelo como a grande maioria das garotas dessa idade. Graças a Deus!&lt;br /&gt;Também não pergunte o que ela quer ser quando tiver que optar pela vida profissional,&lt;br /&gt;Ela não sabe o que fazer pelo resto da vida. Apenas reconhece que vai ter que ganhar um bom dinheiro, sem ter que alugar ou vender seu corpo e nem se casar por interesse, pois reconhece de longe um bom par de tênis original, o cheiro de um bom perfume. Ai ai ai, que menina cara! Parabéns Jack, que Deus faça dos seus sonhos uma realidade. Beijo. shuack!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11077708-5686073212400433574?l=jardim-fechado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jardim-fechado.blogspot.com/feeds/5686073212400433574/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11077708&amp;postID=5686073212400433574&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11077708/posts/default/5686073212400433574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11077708/posts/default/5686073212400433574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jardim-fechado.blogspot.com/2009/06/eu-sou-suspeita-mas-acho-linda.html' title=''/><author><name>Susi, a Filha do Rei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12527054838826578153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KXQ0FIUS37U/Td6cySQOmYI/AAAAAAAACM4/CwZ0zlKMwe8/s220/sus.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S0YgQhCKVws/Sjqlr3pKC8I/AAAAAAAAA_g/l6IsinjUVKo/s72-c/jaqueline.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11077708.post-8210328061821748279</id><published>2009-06-15T11:32:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T11:52:56.803-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;É...não tem como não dizer que o inverno não chegou aqui em Sampa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Já foi aberta a temporada do meu batom e esmalte vermelhos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;, das botas&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;e cachecóis.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Vamos tomar um cafézinho?&lt;br /&gt;Tá um friooo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S0YgQhCKVws/SjZfNLXmy1I/AAAAAAAAA_E/RJA06oH4LY8/s1600-h/caf%C3%A9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 351px; height: 285px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S0YgQhCKVws/SjZfNLXmy1I/AAAAAAAAA_E/RJA06oH4LY8/s400/caf%C3%A9.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347566287543782226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11077708-8210328061821748279?l=jardim-fechado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jardim-fechado.blogspot.com/feeds/8210328061821748279/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11077708&amp;postID=8210328061821748279&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11077708/posts/default/8210328061821748279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11077708/posts/default/8210328061821748279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jardim-fechado.blogspot.com/2009/06/e.html' title=''/><author><name>Susi, a Filha do Rei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12527054838826578153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KXQ0FIUS37U/Td6cySQOmYI/AAAAAAAACM4/CwZ0zlKMwe8/s220/sus.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S0YgQhCKVws/SjZfNLXmy1I/AAAAAAAAA_E/RJA06oH4LY8/s72-c/caf%C3%A9.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11077708.post-5511584164680847534</id><published>2009-06-12T11:43:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T12:00:26.297-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S0YgQhCKVws/SjJs7Bn0oHI/AAAAAAAAA-s/QwIIXz0dYYk/s1600-h/vinho.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S0YgQhCKVws/SjJs7Bn0oHI/AAAAAAAAA-s/QwIIXz0dYYk/s400/vinho.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346455468945743986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;         Tire o relógio do pulso, sinta o pulso, sinta a vida!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Samuel, você é o amor que eu escolhi pra mim!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11077708-5511584164680847534?l=jardim-fechado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jardim-fechado.blogspot.com/feeds/5511584164680847534/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11077708&amp;postID=5511584164680847534&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11077708/posts/default/5511584164680847534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11077708/posts/default/5511584164680847534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jardim-fechado.blogspot.com/2009/06/tire-o-relogio-do-pulso-sinta-o-pulso.html' title=''/><author><name>Susi, a Filha do Rei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12527054838826578153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KXQ0FIUS37U/Td6cySQOmYI/AAAAAAAACM4/CwZ0zlKMwe8/s220/sus.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S0YgQhCKVws/SjJs7Bn0oHI/AAAAAAAAA-s/QwIIXz0dYYk/s72-c/vinho.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11077708.post-4565333659203007631</id><published>2009-06-04T17:10:00.006-03:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T22:19:31.366-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S0YgQhCKVws/SigwxWRKpJI/AAAAAAAAA-k/DkI55CDbVgI/s1600-h/tesouro.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 138px; height: 170px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S0YgQhCKVws/SigwxWRKpJI/AAAAAAAAA-k/DkI55CDbVgI/s400/tesouro.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343574582224397458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;                               &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;PREÇO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;Tudo na vida tem um preço.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;Você concorda com essa frase?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;Eu acho que apenas uma coisa não tem preço, as demais coisas que dizemos que não tem preço são resultados de uma vida disciplinada, vigiada e que na realidade essa disciplina custou tempo de ensino, ignorou erros, liberou perdões etc...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;Pra mim o que não tem preço ou o que paga qualquer esforço tem um nome: "RECONHECIMENTO".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;Não tem preço, quando um filho reconhece o valor dos seus pais.  Não tem preço quando um homem reconhece o valor de sua mulher,  ou a mulher reconhece o real valor do seu homem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;  RECONHECIMENTO não tem preço!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt; Conviver com pessoas que&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt; reconhecem o valor que você tem, NÃO TEM PREÇO! Beijos &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;reconhecedor da importância da sua amizade ainda que virtual.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11077708-4565333659203007631?l=jardim-fechado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jardim-fechado.blogspot.com/feeds/4565333659203007631/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11077708&amp;postID=4565333659203007631&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11077708/posts/default/4565333659203007631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11077708/posts/default/4565333659203007631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jardim-fechado.blogspot.com/2009/06/preco-tudo-na-vida-tem-um-preco.html' title=''/><author><name>Susi, a Filha do Rei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12527054838826578153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KXQ0FIUS37U/Td6cySQOmYI/AAAAAAAACM4/CwZ0zlKMwe8/s220/sus.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S0YgQhCKVws/SigwxWRKpJI/AAAAAAAAA-k/DkI55CDbVgI/s72-c/tesouro.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11077708.post-1550379770378815813</id><published>2009-05-29T19:30:00.009-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T19:57:33.107-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S0YgQhCKVws/SiBjkYCmpRI/AAAAAAAAA-c/Ffv4wlfV9sk/s1600-h/inverno.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 221px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S0YgQhCKVws/SiBjkYCmpRI/AAAAAAAAA-c/Ffv4wlfV9sk/s400/inverno.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341378634641220882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S0YgQhCKVws/SiBjkYCmpRI/AAAAAAAAA-c/Ffv4wlfV9sk/s1600-h/inverno.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;foto olhares&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S0YgQhCKVws/SiBjkYCmpRI/AAAAAAAAA-c/Ffv4wlfV9sk/s1600-h/inverno.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S0YgQhCKVws/SiBjkYCmpRI/AAAAAAAAA-c/Ffv4wlfV9sk/s1600-h/inverno.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;Há tempo pra todas as coisas debaixo do céus...  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Ás vezes me pego pensando no tempo que passou.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Ás vezes sentada,  por culpa de alguém espero ele passar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;E eu não gosto de notar o tempo passar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Mas o que de bom ele me reserva, mal consigo esperar..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Por isso às vezes, não vejo a hora de vê-lo passar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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/11077708-1550379770378815813?l=jardim-fechado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jardim-fechado.blogspot.com/feeds/1550379770378815813/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11077708&amp;postID=1550379770378815813&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11077708/posts/default/1550379770378815813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11077708/posts/default/1550379770378815813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jardim-fechado.blogspot.com/2009/05/foto-olhares-ha-tempo-pra-todas-as.html' title=''/><author><name>Susi, a Filha do Rei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12527054838826578153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KXQ0FIUS37U/Td6cySQOmYI/AAAAAAAACM4/CwZ0zlKMwe8/s220/sus.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S0YgQhCKVws/SiBjkYCmpRI/AAAAAAAAA-c/Ffv4wlfV9sk/s72-c/inverno.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11077708.post-2613867287356531545</id><published>2009-05-21T16:50:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T19:15:52.320-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S0YgQhCKVws/ShW0JduD2YI/AAAAAAAAA9g/UPh2erRbfhY/s1600-h/amor+ver.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S0YgQhCKVws/ShW0JduD2YI/AAAAAAAAA9g/UPh2erRbfhY/s400/amor+ver.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338371008007231874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;Quando  se  está  amando vê  se  o  amor  em  todos  os  lugares?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; O amor precisa de razões, ou ele é mesmo sem vergonha e sem juízo?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;   Dê me uma,  só uma RAZÃO pra AMAR.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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/11077708-2613867287356531545?l=jardim-fechado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jardim-fechado.blogspot.com/feeds/2613867287356531545/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11077708&amp;postID=2613867287356531545&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11077708/posts/default/2613867287356531545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11077708/posts/default/2613867287356531545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jardim-fechado.blogspot.com/2009/05/quando-se-esta-amando-ve-se-o-amor-em.html' title=''/><author><name>Susi, a Filha do Rei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12527054838826578153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KXQ0FIUS37U/Td6cySQOmYI/AAAAAAAACM4/CwZ0zlKMwe8/s220/sus.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S0YgQhCKVws/ShW0JduD2YI/AAAAAAAAA9g/UPh2erRbfhY/s72-c/amor+ver.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11077708.post-6689953861856365486</id><published>2009-04-29T19:45:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T20:12:45.781-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S0YgQhCKVws/SfjdyXAPQDI/AAAAAAAAA9Y/8XM9gm33rVs/s1600-h/porquinhos.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 386px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S0YgQhCKVws/SfjdyXAPQDI/AAAAAAAAA9Y/8XM9gm33rVs/s400/porquinhos.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330254016231194674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                                                     &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;                  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;  Atchin!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;                       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;                   Por esses dias você cancelaria uma viagem gratuíta ao ao México&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11077708-6689953861856365486?l=jardim-fechado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jardim-fechado.blogspot.com/feeds/6689953861856365486/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11077708&amp;postID=6689953861856365486&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11077708/posts/default/6689953861856365486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11077708/posts/default/6689953861856365486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jardim-fechado.blogspot.com/2009/04/atchin-por-esses-dias-voce-cancelaria.html' title=''/><author><name>Susi, a Filha do Rei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12527054838826578153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KXQ0FIUS37U/Td6cySQOmYI/AAAAAAAACM4/CwZ0zlKMwe8/s220/sus.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S0YgQhCKVws/SfjdyXAPQDI/AAAAAAAAA9Y/8XM9gm33rVs/s72-c/porquinhos.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11077708.post-3368297741002984736</id><published>2009-04-13T18:50:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T19:27:53.810-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Semanas de ausência, devido a falta de paciência em lidar com a net em câmera lenta como tá.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Consegui dar uma postada, mais é só pra falar que o anônimato é horrivel, assim como um EX BBB, um ex blogueiro deve se sentir muito só e pertubado pela saudade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Nada de excepcional  para narrar por aqui depois destes dias de sumiço.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mas recentemente no sábado um grande amigo da família desde meados dos anos 80, festejou com uma festa gostosissíma do seu cinquentenário.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Luis é seu nome, o cara é muito maluco. Você se desmancha de rir com ele e dele.   Álias foi hilário vê-lo imitando Tete Spindola e Mamonas assassina com Robocop Gay&lt;/span&gt;.  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Parecia uma criança abrindo seus presentes, que no final da festa daria pra abrir uma loja de artigos corintianos, eca!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Foi um renovo rever amigas que trabalharam junto comigo. Éramos 5 garotas de 19 ou 20 poucos anos todas trabalhando juntas num escritório de contabilidade. Solteiras, magras e muito dedicadas umas as outras, um relacionamento regado de gentilezas, afetos e sonhos. De repente começou os casamentos, aqueles as pressas pelas barriguinhas que iam despontar a qualquer momento, aqueles esperado há anos , aqueles planejados com lua de mel na Espanha, aqueles suntuosos pro nosso padrão. Tudo muito marcante. Logo mais começou as gravidez uma engravidava e a outra às vezes até evitando engravidava também na mesma época. A mais novinha de todas começou logo com um casal de gêmeos dá lhe Rosely e pasmem vocês três gravidez dela e ela teria 6 filhos se não tivesse sofrido um aborto, hoje é mãe de quatro gêmeos de 2 gravidez que foi até o fim. Pensa que parou por aí? Celinha que era irmã de Carlos marido de Rosely que teve 3 gravidez de gêmeos, também engravidou e teve gêmeas, é mole? Eita quantas mulheres frutíferas foram essas amigas. E eu,  séria candidata a ter gêmeos pelo histórico da família.  Mas não,  fiz uma de cada vez.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sábado lá estavamos nos as QUARENTONAS felizes pelo tanto que rimos. Bem cuidadas,  dava pra se notar. A diferença só ficou nas cores de cabelo, talvez pra cobrir algum grisalho(não me comprometam rs), ou modismo rs. Também ocupavamos uns poucos centimetros a mais de espaço, culpa da balança contracenando com a idade? Sei lá....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mas nesta festa podia se dizer que se não existissem homens seriamos todas gordas e felizes?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tenho minhas dúvidas!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mas valeu mesmo a amizade que ainda prevalece sem etiquetas, sem eiras nem beiras, mas VERDADEIRA! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beijos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11077708-3368297741002984736?l=jardim-fechado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jardim-fechado.blogspot.com/feeds/3368297741002984736/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11077708&amp;postID=3368297741002984736&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11077708/posts/default/3368297741002984736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11077708/posts/default/3368297741002984736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jardim-fechado.blogspot.com/2009/04/semanas-de-ausencia-devido-falta-de.html' title=''/><author><name>Susi, a Filha do Rei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12527054838826578153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KXQ0FIUS37U/Td6cySQOmYI/AAAAAAAACM4/CwZ0zlKMwe8/s220/sus.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11077708.post-7620046123277002942</id><published>2009-03-20T14:24:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T15:02:15.950-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S0YgQhCKVws/ScPRXAVWW0I/AAAAAAAAA1s/OwIo6b6rErw/s1600-h/pedo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 325px; height: 384px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S0YgQhCKVws/ScPRXAVWW0I/AAAAAAAAA1s/OwIo6b6rErw/s400/pedo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315322178384059202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                               &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; Diante das aberrações que estão acontecendo, ficamos pasmos e sem voz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Mas nossa parte é denunciar e fazer muito barulho.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Ajude as crianças que estão ao seu alcance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11077708-7620046123277002942?l=jardim-fechado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jardim-fechado.blogspot.com/feeds/7620046123277002942/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11077708&amp;postID=7620046123277002942&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11077708/posts/default/7620046123277002942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11077708/posts/default/7620046123277002942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jardim-fechado.blogspot.com/2009/03/diante-das-aberracoes-que-estao.html' title=''/><author><name>Susi, a Filha do Rei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12527054838826578153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KXQ0FIUS37U/Td6cySQOmYI/AAAAAAAACM4/CwZ0zlKMwe8/s220/sus.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S0YgQhCKVws/ScPRXAVWW0I/AAAAAAAAA1s/OwIo6b6rErw/s72-c/pedo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11077708.post-1476797158754816904</id><published>2009-03-18T15:26:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T15:32:46.043-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S0YgQhCKVws/ScE9FB6FRFI/AAAAAAAAA1k/JzfufVEMnnA/s1600-h/clo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 292px; height: 206px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S0YgQhCKVws/ScE9FB6FRFI/AAAAAAAAA1k/JzfufVEMnnA/s400/clo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314596191894586450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;   &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Os Corruptos que me perdoem, mas sinceridade e integridade era fundamental. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11077708-1476797158754816904?l=jardim-fechado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jardim-fechado.blogspot.com/feeds/1476797158754816904/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11077708&amp;postID=1476797158754816904&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11077708/posts/default/1476797158754816904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11077708/posts/default/1476797158754816904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jardim-fechado.blogspot.com/2009/03/os-corruptos-que-me-perdoem-mas.html' title=''/><author><name>Susi, a Filha do Rei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12527054838826578153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KXQ0FIUS37U/Td6cySQOmYI/AAAAAAAACM4/CwZ0zlKMwe8/s220/sus.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S0YgQhCKVws/ScE9FB6FRFI/AAAAAAAAA1k/JzfufVEMnnA/s72-c/clo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11077708.post-5643228241776277622</id><published>2009-03-13T11:46:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T12:09:20.369-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S0YgQhCKVws/Sbp26TZbIpI/AAAAAAAAA08/VLKspG2Vz-4/s1600-h/sexta.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 350px; height: 264px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S0YgQhCKVws/Sbp26TZbIpI/AAAAAAAAA08/VLKspG2Vz-4/s400/sexta.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312689454448321170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Preconceito 13&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Porque o 13 seria azar, e o 13 º salário é tão quisto? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Porque a sexta feira é tão bem vinda para o fim de semana,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;e sofre preconceito depois que casou se com o 13? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Responda me se for capaz, sem falar-me de crendices do século passado e retrasado por favor.&lt;br /&gt;Já aconteceu algo de ruim com você numa sexta feira 13?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&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/11077708-5643228241776277622?l=jardim-fechado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jardim-fechado.blogspot.com/feeds/5643228241776277622/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11077708&amp;postID=5643228241776277622&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11077708/posts/default/5643228241776277622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11077708/posts/default/5643228241776277622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jardim-fechado.blogspot.com/2009/03/preconceito-13-porque-o-13-seria-azar-e.html' title=''/><author><name>Susi, a Filha do Rei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12527054838826578153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KXQ0FIUS37U/Td6cySQOmYI/AAAAAAAACM4/CwZ0zlKMwe8/s220/sus.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S0YgQhCKVws/Sbp26TZbIpI/AAAAAAAAA08/VLKspG2Vz-4/s72-c/sexta.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11077708.post-2995539839736652806</id><published>2009-03-07T17:36:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T17:33:43.876-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S0YgQhCKVws/SbLa31NE5uI/AAAAAAAAAU8/0WjM2eVYYIQ/s1600-h/advent-kc550-pink-laptop.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 270px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S0YgQhCKVws/SbLa31NE5uI/AAAAAAAAAU8/0WjM2eVYYIQ/s320/advent-kc550-pink-laptop.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310547563332822754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:180%;" &gt;Por mais que os poetas a tentem fazê-la em verso,&lt;br /&gt;Só Deus tem o mapa da alma da Mulher!&lt;br /&gt;Parabéns!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Minha homenagem Especial:&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S0YgQhCKVws/SbQrF_H33BI/AAAAAAAAAf8/SgZiACcTVbc/s1600-h/PEDIDO+II.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 285px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S0YgQhCKVws/SbQrF_H33BI/AAAAAAAAAf8/SgZiACcTVbc/s400/PEDIDO+II.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310917242420452370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11077708-2995539839736652806?l=jardim-fechado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jardim-fechado.blogspot.com/feeds/2995539839736652806/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11077708&amp;postID=2995539839736652806&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11077708/posts/default/2995539839736652806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11077708/posts/default/2995539839736652806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jardim-fechado.blogspot.com/2009/03/por-mais-que-os-poetas-tentem-faze-la.html' title=''/><author><name>Susi, a Filha do Rei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12527054838826578153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KXQ0FIUS37U/Td6cySQOmYI/AAAAAAAACM4/CwZ0zlKMwe8/s220/sus.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S0YgQhCKVws/SbLa31NE5uI/AAAAAAAAAU8/0WjM2eVYYIQ/s72-c/advent-kc550-pink-laptop.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11077708.post-2443934294307598217</id><published>2009-02-28T23:20:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T00:11:20.676-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Tô pasma!!!&lt;br /&gt;Não tinha muito o que escrever aqui, ando meio estranha e como quando tô assim,  tenho medo de escrever abobrinhas mais que o normal,  prefiro me ausentar e só espiar o cérebro alheio.&lt;br /&gt;Mas passaram se muito dias e sinto me vazia e pra não ser jogada no paredão, hoje eu ia fazer o que não costumo, postar um poema do meu então admirável DRUMOND, foi quando deparei com a coluna do jornalísta do IG  &lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://colunistas.ig.com.br/mauriciostycer/2009/02/13/o-falso-poema-de-drummond-que-circula-na-internet/"&gt;Mauricio Stycer&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt; que descobri a pirataria presente nos poemas de autores ainda não tão famosos e vice-versa, pois é o tal poema que até hoje conhecia como sendo de Drumond na verdade é de PAULO ROBERTO GAEFKE do site &lt;a href="http://www.meuanjo.com.br/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Meu anjo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; então tá aí a dica, verfique a real autoria dos poemas que vocês lêem na net.  Meus aplausos então pro verdadeiro autor de&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;" class="fr0"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Recomeçar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não importa onde você parou,&lt;br /&gt;em que momento da vida você cansou,&lt;br /&gt;o que importa é que sempre é possível&lt;br /&gt;e necessário "Recomeçar".&lt;br /&gt;Recomeçar é dar uma nova&lt;br /&gt;chance a si mesmo.&lt;br /&gt;É renovar as esperanças na vida&lt;br /&gt;e o mais importante:&lt;br /&gt;Acreditar em você de novo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;" class="fr0"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Sofreu muito nesse período?&lt;br /&gt;Foi aprendizado.&lt;br /&gt;Chorou muito?&lt;br /&gt;Foi limpeza da alma.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;" class="fr0"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ficou com raiva das pessoas?&lt;br /&gt;Foi para perdoá-las um dia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sentiu-se só por diversas vezes?&lt;br /&gt;É por que fechaste a porta até para os outros.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;" class="fr0"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Acreditou que tudo estava perdido?&lt;br /&gt;Era o início da tua melhora.Pois é!&lt;br /&gt;Agora é hora de iniciar,&lt;br /&gt;de pensar na luz, de encontrar prazer nas coisas simples de novo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que tal um novo emprego?&lt;br /&gt;Uma nova profissão?&lt;br /&gt;Um corte de cabelo arrojado, diferente?&lt;br /&gt;Um novo curso,&lt;br /&gt;ou aquele velho desejo de apender a pintar,&lt;br /&gt;desenhar,&lt;br /&gt;dominar o computador,&lt;br /&gt;ou qualquer outra coisa?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Olha quanto desafio.&lt;br /&gt;Quanta coisa nova nesse mundão&lt;br /&gt;de meu Deus te esperando.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tá se sentindo sozinho?&lt;br /&gt;Besteira!&lt;br /&gt;Tem tanta gente que você afastou&lt;br /&gt;com o seu "período de isolamento",&lt;br /&gt;tem tanta gente esperando apenas um&lt;br /&gt;sorriso teu para "chegar" perto de você.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando nos trancamos na tristeza nem&lt;br /&gt;nós mesmos nos suportamos.&lt;br /&gt;Ficamos horríveis.&lt;br /&gt;O mau humor vai comendo nosso fígado,&lt;br /&gt;até a boca ficar amarga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recomeçar!&lt;br /&gt;Hoje é um bom dia para começar&lt;br /&gt;novos desafios.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Onde você quer chegar?&lt;br /&gt;Ir alto.&lt;br /&gt;Sonhe alto,&lt;br /&gt;queira o melhor do melhor,&lt;br /&gt;queira coisas boas para a vida.&lt;br /&gt;pensamentos assim trazem para nós&lt;br /&gt;aquilo que desejamos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se pensarmos pequeno,&lt;br /&gt;coisas pequenas teremos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Já se desejarmos fortemente o melhor&lt;br /&gt;e principalmente lutarmos pelo melhor,&lt;br /&gt;o melhor vai se instalar na nossa vida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E é hoje o dia da Faxina Mental.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joga fora tudo que te prende ao passado,&lt;br /&gt;ao mundinho de coisas tristes, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;fotos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;peças de roupa,papel de bala,&lt;br /&gt;ingressos de cinema,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;bilhetes de viagens,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;e toda aquela tranqueira que guardamos&lt;br /&gt;quando nos julgamos apaixonados.&lt;br /&gt;Jogue tudo fora.&lt;br /&gt;Mas, principalmente,&lt;br /&gt;esvazie seu coração.&lt;br /&gt;Fique pronto para a vida,&lt;br /&gt;para um novo amor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lembre-se somos apaixonáveis,&lt;br /&gt;somos sempre capazes de amar&lt;br /&gt;muitas e muitas vezes.&lt;br /&gt;Afinal de contas,&lt;br /&gt;nós somos o "Amor".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" class="aut" &gt;&lt;a href="http://www.pensador.info/autor/Paulo_Roberto_Gaefke/" class="autor"&gt;Paulo Roberto Gaefke&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11077708-2443934294307598217?l=jardim-fechado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jardim-fechado.blogspot.com/feeds/2443934294307598217/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11077708&amp;postID=2443934294307598217&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11077708/posts/default/2443934294307598217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11077708/posts/default/2443934294307598217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jardim-fechado.blogspot.com/2009/02/to-pasma-nao-tinha-muito-o-que-escrever.html' title=''/><author><name>Susi, a Filha do Rei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12527054838826578153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KXQ0FIUS37U/Td6cySQOmYI/AAAAAAAACM4/CwZ0zlKMwe8/s220/sus.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11077708.post-8802980241204531633</id><published>2009-02-25T14:40:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T14:46:09.291-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S0YgQhCKVws/SaWDdE0lO3I/AAAAAAAAAQg/lK_HXwebcnw/s1600-h/bocejando.htm"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S0YgQhCKVws/SaWDdE0lO3I/AAAAAAAAAQg/lK_HXwebcnw/s320/bocejando.htm" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306792271459728242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                             Que preguiça que eu tô!!!!&lt;br /&gt;                                             Mesmo sem frequentar as folias de carnaval.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11077708-8802980241204531633?l=jardim-fechado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jardim-fechado.blogspot.com/feeds/8802980241204531633/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11077708&amp;postID=8802980241204531633&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11077708/posts/default/8802980241204531633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11077708/posts/default/8802980241204531633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jardim-fechado.blogspot.com/2009/02/que-preguica-que-eu-to-mesmo-sem.html' title=''/><author><name>Susi, a Filha do Rei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12527054838826578153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KXQ0FIUS37U/Td6cySQOmYI/AAAAAAAACM4/CwZ0zlKMwe8/s220/sus.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S0YgQhCKVws/SaWDdE0lO3I/AAAAAAAAAQg/lK_HXwebcnw/s72-c/bocejando.htm' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11077708.post-6325540643911318371</id><published>2009-02-12T14:38:00.006-02:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T01:45:57.825-02:00</updated><title type='text'>10   COISAS SOBRE MIM....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Não costumo fazer meme por aqui, mas este veio a calhar até porque há tempos a&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;rás eu postei 10 coisas sobre mim. Então praticamente é um repeteco de post. A pedido da amiga &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Ludi,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;do Em nova Caminhada. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Será que com algumas descobertas sobre mim, alguém deixará de vir aqui? Espero que não haja preconceito, porque aí vai:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1-  Sou Evangélica praticante, mas não religiosa!&lt;br /&gt;2- Não sou Rica, nem paupérrima!&lt;br /&gt;3- Acho minhas pernas muito grossas. Mas um salto alto ajuda!&lt;br /&gt;4- Sou da época do excelente antigo colegial!&lt;br /&gt;5- Não durmo com  barulho. Acordada velo pelo sono alheio!&lt;br /&gt;6- Estou acima do peso. Mas vou começar novo regime!&lt;br /&gt;7- Eu já ví um anjo. Creio no sobrenatural!&lt;br /&gt;8- Sou amiga fiel e sincera, se precisar criticar eu o faço!&lt;br /&gt;9- Viajaria num foguete, mas jamais num submarino!&lt;br /&gt;10-No momento estou preta carbonizada pelos 3 dias de praia e vadiagem. rs...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S0YgQhCKVws/SZRZO9OyynI/AAAAAAAAAOg/ZHO44exAb3E/s1600-h/maepraia+377.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S0YgQhCKVws/SZRZO9OyynI/AAAAAAAAAOg/ZHO44exAb3E/s320/maepraia+377.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301960774811568754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Percebi que por causa do post passado algumas pessoas acreditaram em escritório de verão. Que escritório que nada,  fiquei é três dias vadiando pela praia com meu marido.&lt;br /&gt;Costumo falar que meu escritório é na praia por causa da música do Charlie Brown, porque sempre que posso desço a serra rumo ao litoral. Já cheguei a fazer o percuso centro de Sampa rumo litoral em 1 hora e 20 minutos. Coisa de doido!&lt;br /&gt;Lógico dentro da velocidade permitida e trânsito livre. A verdade é que o mar me faz um bem enorme. Quero passar minha velhice perto do litoral, se possivel rolar na areia com netinhos...rs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11077708-6325540643911318371?l=jardim-fechado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jardim-fechado.blogspot.com/feeds/6325540643911318371/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11077708&amp;postID=6325540643911318371&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11077708/posts/default/6325540643911318371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11077708/posts/default/6325540643911318371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jardim-fechado.blogspot.com/2009/02/10-coisas-sobre-mim.html' title='10   COISAS SOBRE MIM....'/><author><name>Susi, a Filha do Rei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12527054838826578153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KXQ0FIUS37U/Td6cySQOmYI/AAAAAAAACM4/CwZ0zlKMwe8/s220/sus.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S0YgQhCKVws/SZRZO9OyynI/AAAAAAAAAOg/ZHO44exAb3E/s72-c/maepraia+377.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11077708.post-510275010467223280</id><published>2009-01-30T14:02:00.008-02:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T14:11:00.643-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tô indo dar plantão no meu escritório de verão.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Fiquem com a foto do mesmo. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S0YgQhCKVws/SYMlMgMgW9I/AAAAAAAAALY/N7etUElgPvQ/s1600-h/guilhermina.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297118483448880082" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S0YgQhCKVws/SYMlMgMgW9I/AAAAAAAAALY/N7etUElgPvQ/s320/guilhermina.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Terça tô de volta...Fui!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Litoral de Sampa...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11077708-510275010467223280?l=jardim-fechado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jardim-fechado.blogspot.com/feeds/510275010467223280/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11077708&amp;postID=510275010467223280&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11077708/posts/default/510275010467223280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11077708/posts/default/510275010467223280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jardim-fechado.blogspot.com/2009/01/to-indo-dar-plantao-no-meu-escritorio.html' title=''/><author><name>Susi, a Filha do Rei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12527054838826578153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KXQ0FIUS37U/Td6cySQOmYI/AAAAAAAACM4/CwZ0zlKMwe8/s220/sus.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S0YgQhCKVws/SYMlMgMgW9I/AAAAAAAAALY/N7etUElgPvQ/s72-c/guilhermina.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11077708.post-8309266451087575192</id><published>2009-01-25T15:53:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T16:35:54.991-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S0YgQhCKVws/SXywixfefrI/AAAAAAAAALQ/RZVleSgevN8/s1600-h/MIIX+MUUNDOO.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S0YgQhCKVws/SXywixfefrI/AAAAAAAAALQ/RZVleSgevN8/s320/MIIX+MUUNDOO.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295301373328260786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;São Paulo &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;mix&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; do mundo .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Parabéns !!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;455 anos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&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/11077708-8309266451087575192?l=jardim-fechado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jardim-fechado.blogspot.com/feeds/8309266451087575192/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11077708&amp;postID=8309266451087575192&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11077708/posts/default/8309266451087575192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11077708/posts/default/8309266451087575192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jardim-fechado.blogspot.com/2009/01/so-paulo-mix-do-mundo.html' title=''/><author><name>Susi, a Filha do Rei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12527054838826578153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KXQ0FIUS37U/Td6cySQOmYI/AAAAAAAACM4/CwZ0zlKMwe8/s220/sus.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S0YgQhCKVws/SXywixfefrI/AAAAAAAAALQ/RZVleSgevN8/s72-c/MIIX+MUUNDOO.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11077708.post-3993540234939218237</id><published>2009-01-21T11:18:00.006-02:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T12:34:49.456-02:00</updated><title type='text'>EU  A  1ª DAMA</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S0YgQhCKVws/SXcxohnvZEI/AAAAAAAAALI/cXnbPANn41c/s1600-h/casablanca.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293754459286889538" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S0YgQhCKVws/SXcxohnvZEI/AAAAAAAAALI/cXnbPANn41c/s320/casablanca.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Aqui em casa é certo que sou a primeira dama. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A primeira dama, cama mesa e banho.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Eu também lavo, passo, ar condiciono e refrigero. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Também advogo pra minhas garotas, aplico sentenças, medico e também dou alta.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Escolho roteiro de nossas viagens, atuo na área de psicologia e orientadora espiritual. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Redijo redações, atuo também como personal style , dou aulas de etiqueta mas também posso acabar com a tal. Como personal training dou exemplo com minha caminhada noturna e como nutricionísta faço um cardápio que varia de uma bela moqueca de carne seca ou a saladinha de cenoura ralada.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Não moro numa casa blanca, a minha é de textura mostarda no momento. Minha cadela é viralata, mas um luxo! Cheia de etiqueta. Quem escolheu o nome dela foram as meninas quando crianças e não precisou mover um país para escolher nome pra cadelinha, três garotas chegaram à um consenso sózinhas . Se ontem tivesse sido minha posse, meu Barack seria o Samuca, meu vestido teria algum tom escuro de verde, teria levado uma rasteirinha de strass com formato triangular no peito do pé, velha mas conservada pra caminhada em rumo a casa blanca, meu vestido pro baile teria sido de cor ametísta. Os meus minístros seriam vocês, amigos blogueiros. Saberia exatamente a que cargo nomeá-los.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mas meu grande segredo vou revelar agora, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;eu também opero verdadeiros milagres&lt;/span&gt;. Eles acontecem sempre na hora de pagar no caixa dos super mercados, shoppings. Porque o salário que eu ganho pra exercer minhas funções em todas essas áreas, é michuruca! Sabe o que é isso? Um beijo&lt;/em&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/11077708-3993540234939218237?l=jardim-fechado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jardim-fechado.blogspot.com/feeds/3993540234939218237/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11077708&amp;postID=3993540234939218237&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11077708/posts/default/3993540234939218237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11077708/posts/default/3993540234939218237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jardim-fechado.blogspot.com/2009/01/eu-1-dama.html' title='EU  A  1ª DAMA'/><author><name>Susi, a Filha do Rei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12527054838826578153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KXQ0FIUS37U/Td6cySQOmYI/AAAAAAAACM4/CwZ0zlKMwe8/s220/sus.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S0YgQhCKVws/SXcxohnvZEI/AAAAAAAAALI/cXnbPANn41c/s72-c/casablanca.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11077708.post-1054351117164570165</id><published>2009-01-10T11:31:00.009-02:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T14:48:12.735-02:00</updated><title type='text'>SAPATOS...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S0YgQhCKVws/SWjOPm68_OI/AAAAAAAAAI8/ycBdWGlIEsA/s1600-h/collage1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S0YgQhCKVws/SWjOPm68_OI/AAAAAAAAAI8/ycBdWGlIEsA/s320/collage1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289704529887821026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;As mulheres podem falar que odeiam, que eles machucam e que são praticamente ferramentas &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;de tortura. Mas que atire a primeira pedra, quem não tiver pelo menos um par deles no armário. E aliás, se odiassem tanto, eles não seriam a primeira opção quando se deseja transmitir poder e sensualidade. Por isso (e porque amamos ver mulheres desafiando as leis da gravidade), vamos explicar tudo sobre salto altos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;   Pode se dizer que eles existem desde a antiguidade. Há registros de que açougueiros egípicios os usavam para manter os pés longe das carniças, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;(imaginem a sujeira dos açougues antigos, nhéca), &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;e que os cavaleiros mongóis tinham botas com saltos para firmarem os pés nas estribos das montarias. Ou seja é bem provável que o imperador Gengis Khan, o sanguinário, tenha montado em cima deles. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;(Zezé Di camargo já apareceu com botas bem altinhas, mas com outros fins).&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Contudo os saltos começaram a ser usados esteticamente por volta do século 16, mas precisamente em 1.533, quando a pequena Catarina de Médici levou esses sapatos de Florença para Paris, por conta de seu casamento com Duque de Orleans. Na ocasião, todas as outras mulheres da corte correram para entrar na nova moda, afinal, Catarina era naquela época o que podemos chamar hoje de trendsetter, ou seja (lançador de modas).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Depois disso os saltos viraram verdadeira febre entre os franceses, inclusive entre os homens, o rei Luís XV não saia da cama sem eles. Além dissoos sapatos também eram símbolos de status social,  já que  não eram práticos, muito menos acessíveis, para as camadas mais pobres da sociedade.&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Sendo assim, quanto mais alto o salto, maior o status social da pessoa, que podia se dar ao luxo de machucar  os pés sem ter que se preocupar com o dia de amanhã.  &lt;/span&gt;(Já  pensou trabalhar o dia todo com um sapato de salto machucando seu calcanhar e dedão e no outro dia ter que usá-lo novamente para ir ralar na vida? É mais fácil ser pobre hoje, gente!)  &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Desde então os saltos praticamente nunca saíram de moda. Por mais que em alguns períodos  os sapatos baixos tenham sido favorecidos, os saltos sempre continuaram sendo uma ótima opção quando a mulher deseja mostra superioridade ou poder, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;(eu acrecentaria aí "mostrar elegância").&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;                         Tipos de saltos:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;ANABELA, surgiu nos anos 30  e 40 coleções MODA PRAIA, sem hifen?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;CARRAPETA, anos 60 Saltos para dentro, visto em botinhas tipo Beatles.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;LUIS XV,  Reinado de 1715, largo nas extremidades e mais fino no meio.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;SABRINA : Baixinho, usado por Audrey Hepburn no Filme "Sabrina"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;STILETTO:  PAI de todos os saltos. Símbolo máximo de poder, sensualidade, fetiche &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;(e novamente acrescento elegância). &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Surgiu na Itália, nos anos 50, se tornando logo essencial do New Look Dior.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; No começo não passava de 9 cm, necessitando de um filamento de metal em seu interior para suportar peso. No fim do século XX&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; a altura começou a aumentar, chegando à 12 cm e 15 cm. Foi alvo de muitas críticas por parte de ortopedístas e chegaram até a ser proibidos em aviões. Anyway, eles são incriveis e ninguém pode negar!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;De época em época ou moda em moda, os sapatos tendem a mudar seus nomes. Eles podem aparecer como sapatilha, scarpin, retrô, princesa, estaca, plataforma alta e baixa. Os famosos Luis xv podem ser encontrado com o nome carretel, o stiletto como agulha etc... Então bom saltos altos ou sapatos altos pra vocês!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S0YgQhCKVws/SWjOg04iucI/AAAAAAAAAJE/G1yjizRClSM/s1600-h/scarpain.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S0YgQhCKVws/SWjOg04iucI/AAAAAAAAAJE/G1yjizRClSM/s320/scarpain.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289704825693583810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Esse é o máximo, pra mim!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exceto os comentários em&lt;/span&gt; vermelho que foram  meus,  &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;o texto foi extraído de uma revista de condomínio com direitos  cedidos pela Usual Modas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;        &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11077708-1054351117164570165?l=jardim-fechado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jardim-fechado.blogspot.com/feeds/1054351117164570165/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11077708&amp;postID=1054351117164570165&amp;isPopup=true' title='16 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11077708/posts/default/1054351117164570165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11077708/posts/default/1054351117164570165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jardim-fechado.blogspot.com/2009/01/sapatos.html' title='SAPATOS...'/><author><name>Susi, a Filha do Rei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12527054838826578153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KXQ0FIUS37U/Td6cySQOmYI/AAAAAAAACM4/CwZ0zlKMwe8/s220/sus.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S0YgQhCKVws/SWjOPm68_OI/AAAAAAAAAI8/ycBdWGlIEsA/s72-c/collage1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11077708.post-6768741264287770387</id><published>2009-01-05T13:59:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T14:44:05.516-02:00</updated><title type='text'>2.000INOVE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S0YgQhCKVws/SWI4tdinbVI/AAAAAAAAAIc/faOkE41gw7w/s1600-h/1inove.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S0YgQhCKVws/SWI4tdinbVI/AAAAAAAAAIc/faOkE41gw7w/s400/1inove.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287851266161470802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;              &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Comecei inovando mesmo! Primeiro a mente, depois conceitos, um pouco do guarda roupa com as hiper liquidações do SHOPPING de RUA no Bom Retiro, uma loucura!  Já consegui despachar 100 gramas da balança iupí!  Agora com o frio de Sampa, assistindo uns filminho fora de hora e de época, indo mais vezes à igreja, dormindo e acordando tarde. Dei também uma limpada nos links do Jardim, pois dos amigos virtuais que começaram mais ou menos comigo há cinco anos atrás, restaram apenas cinco em meus links e são eles &lt;a href="http://www.miltontoshiba.blogspot.com/"&gt;Milton Toshiba&lt;/a&gt;, meu amigo japa sempre muito delicado e atencioso comigo, &lt;a href="http://www.olhosdemar.blogspot.com/"&gt;Lú- olhos de mar&lt;/a&gt; passa sempre voando de tão rápida que é, mas passa com eficiência. &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/avenidacopacabana.blogspot.com/"&gt;Jôka do avenida copacabana&lt;/a&gt; , por mim admirado pela acidez da sua sinceridade, &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/www.dynaholanda.blogspot.com/"&gt;Dy na Holanda &lt;/a&gt; sempre lutando contra o tempo para marcar presença no jardim e &lt;a href="http://www.nicinhanaholanda.blogspot.com/"&gt;Nicinha na Holanda&lt;/a&gt; sempre elevando meu espiritual, à vocês minha admiração que resiste há  longos 5 anos. Também inovei com links diferentes de pessoas inteligentes, atenciosas e ainda vou linkar outros blogs descobertos,  que pra mim vai ser ótimo tê-los por perto. Então moçada em 2.000INOVE,  TENTE, FAÇA  alguma coisa diferente!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11077708-6768741264287770387?l=jardim-fechado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jardim-fechado.blogspot.com/feeds/6768741264287770387/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11077708&amp;postID=6768741264287770387&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11077708/posts/default/6768741264287770387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11077708/posts/default/6768741264287770387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jardim-fechado.blogspot.com/2009/01/2000inove.html' title='2.000INOVE'/><author><name>Susi, a Filha do Rei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12527054838826578153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KXQ0FIUS37U/Td6cySQOmYI/AAAAAAAACM4/CwZ0zlKMwe8/s220/sus.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S0YgQhCKVws/SWI4tdinbVI/AAAAAAAAAIc/faOkE41gw7w/s72-c/1inove.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11077708.post-9111421994263924328</id><published>2008-12-30T12:28:00.006-02:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T16:44:58.947-02:00</updated><title type='text'>RETROSPECTIVA 2.008</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tudo que foi registrado aqui, foi vivido intensamente.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Tudo foi vivido com verdadeiro amor, revolta, chôro, alegria, tristeza, celebração, respeito e muito muito glamour virtual ou como diria lady Kate garamour! Tudo foi original e intenso em todos os momentos esse jardim foi "EU" por isso valeu a pena ter vivido e registrado esse Feliz Ano Velho que tá passando. Aproveitando o ensejo como dizia antigamente quero desejar à vocês UM FELIZ ANO TODO cheinho de NATAIS! TIN...TIN...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S0YgQhCKVws/SVo3cHdGzaI/AAAAAAAAAIU/WWFMx1yJ0bw/s1600-h/champagne_477ab3d26cd77.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285598068849692066" style="width: 267px; height: 400px;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S0YgQhCKVws/SVo3cHdGzaI/AAAAAAAAAIU/WWFMx1yJ0bw/s400/champagne_477ab3d26cd77.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11077708-9111421994263924328?l=jardim-fechado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jardim-fechado.blogspot.com/feeds/9111421994263924328/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11077708&amp;postID=9111421994263924328&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11077708/posts/default/9111421994263924328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11077708/posts/default/9111421994263924328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jardim-fechado.blogspot.com/2008/12/retrospectiva-2008.html' title='RETROSPECTIVA 2.008'/><author><name>Susi, a Filha do Rei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12527054838826578153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KXQ0FIUS37U/Td6cySQOmYI/AAAAAAAACM4/CwZ0zlKMwe8/s220/sus.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S0YgQhCKVws/SVo3cHdGzaI/AAAAAAAAAIU/WWFMx1yJ0bw/s72-c/champagne_477ab3d26cd77.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11077708.post-6067309045995230181</id><published>2008-12-26T12:07:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2008-12-26T12:12:19.157-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;E assim se foi o Natal. Os presentes já foram abertos, pazes foram feitas e  numa sinfonia quase que única milhões e milhões de pessoas desfiaram o pernil o peru do dia seguinte ao natal, alguns já incomodam vendedores tentando trocar seus presente bizarros criativos e repetidos. E assim segue a humanidade! Beijo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11077708-6067309045995230181?l=jardim-fechado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jardim-fechado.blogspot.com/feeds/6067309045995230181/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11077708&amp;postID=6067309045995230181&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11077708/posts/default/6067309045995230181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11077708/posts/default/6067309045995230181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jardim-fechado.blogspot.com/2008/12/e-assim-se-foi-o-natal.html' title=''/><author><name>Susi, a Filha do Rei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12527054838826578153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KXQ0FIUS37U/Td6cySQOmYI/AAAAAAAACM4/CwZ0zlKMwe8/s220/sus.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11077708.post-4068604714563289028</id><published>2008-12-19T12:23:00.009-02:00</published><updated>2008-12-20T11:13:18.097-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Então é Natal, e Ano Novo também...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S0YgQhCKVws/SUuuvvAw3OI/AAAAAAAAAH0/osa1c-_9Q9w/s1600-h/predsentes2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281507123118791906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 283px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S0YgQhCKVws/SUuuvvAw3OI/AAAAAAAAAH0/osa1c-_9Q9w/s400/predsentes2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; &lt;em&gt;Que a sua noite de natal, seja um ensaio para todos seus dia do ano que vai nascer! Um Feliz Ano Todo. Novinho, novinho e cheinho de Natais. Como já fiz outro ano, preparei a embalagem do presente, o que vai ter dentro é você que vai escolher e são 2 presentes um material e outro 1 palavra de realização tipo paz, amor, fé , din din etc...O presente pode ser caro, mais você tem que querer muito e tem que caber na embalagem. Um beijo. 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style="color:#003300;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;Fraternidadeº&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Equilíbrioº&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dignidadeº&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Benevolência&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;E MUITO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#003300;"&gt;$$$$$$$&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#003300;"&gt;$$$$$$$&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#003300;"&gt;$$$$$$$&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#003300;"&gt;$$$$$$$&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#663300;"&gt;$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;FELIZ ANO TODO!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11077708-4068604714563289028?l=jardim-fechado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jardim-fechado.blogspot.com/feeds/4068604714563289028/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11077708&amp;postID=4068604714563289028&amp;isPopup=true' title='15 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11077708/posts/default/4068604714563289028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11077708/posts/default/4068604714563289028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jardim-fechado.blogspot.com/2008/12/ento-natal-e-ano-novo-tambm.html' title='Então é Natal, e Ano Novo também...'/><author><name>Susi, a Filha do Rei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12527054838826578153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KXQ0FIUS37U/Td6cySQOmYI/AAAAAAAACM4/CwZ0zlKMwe8/s220/sus.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S0YgQhCKVws/SUuuvvAw3OI/AAAAAAAAAH0/osa1c-_9Q9w/s72-c/predsentes2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11077708.post-4643781167934376650</id><published>2008-12-14T15:39:00.006-02:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T11:15:51.809-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;Ainda é estranho ter 45! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Será que os 20 e poucos anos nunca saem da nossa mente?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Meu corpo já dá sinais da idade, mas a mente parece viver em algum lugar da minha segunda década! Que gostoso saber que nossa alma não envelhece, nosso espiríto é sempre jovem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Mas cuide-se, desde cedo. Não é bom arriscar; é bom ter a alma definida em suas escolhas, a mente em plena atividade e o corpo fazendo transparecer apenas a idade da sua alma. Policie-se a partir de hoje! Um beijo...&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279708183729411954" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; height: 185px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S0YgQhCKVws/SUVKnrjqF3I/AAAAAAAAAGs/Y8LhNL7YqfI/s320/cronometro.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;O tempo não para! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;(Cazuza)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Mas ele não precisa estar tatuado no nosso corpo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;(Susi ^Â^)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11077708-4643781167934376650?l=jardim-fechado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jardim-fechado.blogspot.com/feeds/4643781167934376650/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11077708&amp;postID=4643781167934376650&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11077708/posts/default/4643781167934376650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11077708/posts/default/4643781167934376650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jardim-fechado.blogspot.com/2008/12/ainda-estranho-ter-45-ser-que-os-20-e.html' title=''/><author><name>Susi, a Filha do Rei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12527054838826578153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KXQ0FIUS37U/Td6cySQOmYI/AAAAAAAACM4/CwZ0zlKMwe8/s220/sus.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S0YgQhCKVws/SUVKnrjqF3I/AAAAAAAAAGs/Y8LhNL7YqfI/s72-c/cronometro.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11077708.post-3276896849642682392</id><published>2008-12-09T13:32:00.005-02:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T14:02:19.882-02:00</updated><title type='text'>BANCO DE HORAS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S0YgQhCKVws/ST6WPd8ZVHI/AAAAAAAAAGk/Ob7pSE1HSBI/s1600-h/nozes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277821005804950642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 248px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S0YgQhCKVws/ST6WPd8ZVHI/AAAAAAAAAGk/Ob7pSE1HSBI/s320/nozes.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                               Bolo de  nozes para nós...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt; É pique, é pique...é hora...é hora...é hora ....e olha que são 45 anos de horas....RA TI BUMMMMM!!! Agradeço à Deus o dom da vida. É com prazer que ainda circulo por esta terra.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;À Deus a glória pelos meu banco de horas vivido com muita arte e prazer de tê-los alcançado de alguma forma. Um grande beijo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:180%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:180%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11077708-3276896849642682392?l=jardim-fechado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jardim-fechado.blogspot.com/feeds/3276896849642682392/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11077708&amp;postID=3276896849642682392&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11077708/posts/default/3276896849642682392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11077708/posts/default/3276896849642682392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jardim-fechado.blogspot.com/2008/12/banco-de-horas.html' title='BANCO DE HORAS'/><author><name>Susi, a Filha do Rei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12527054838826578153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KXQ0FIUS37U/Td6cySQOmYI/AAAAAAAACM4/CwZ0zlKMwe8/s220/sus.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S0YgQhCKVws/ST6WPd8ZVHI/AAAAAAAAAGk/Ob7pSE1HSBI/s72-c/nozes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11077708.post-8256308615463073068</id><published>2008-11-26T17:34:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T18:16:34.377-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; PIRATAS &amp;amp; PIRATARIA PIRATAS &amp;amp; PIRATARIA &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O porta-voz dos piratas somalis a bordo do petroleiro saudita Sirius Star, Mohamed Said, apelou aos proprietários do navio                   para acelerarem as negociações em relação ao pedido de resgate de 25 milhões de dólares.Entre Janeiro e Outubro, 65 navios mercantes, com cerca de 200 tripulantes cada, foram sequestrados na costa da Somália, «estimando-se que, desde o inicio de 2008, entre 25 a 30 milhões de dólares de resgates foram pagos aos piratas», afirmou o secretário-geral da ONU. Este valor não inclui o valor de um potencial resgate que poderá ser pago aos piratas, que têm na sua posse um petroleiro da Arábia Saudita com cerca de 100 milhões de dólares em crude e um navio ucraniano que transportava armamento.  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;                                                              Precauções&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p&gt;Por causa da insegurança, a companhia marítima norueguesa Odfjell ordenou que 90 de suas embarcações contornem a costa africana pelo Cabo da Boa Esperança, evitando as águas infestadas de piratas que servem de passagem para o Canal de Suez, por onde passam mais de 20 mil cargueiros todo ano.  A rota do Cabo da Boa Esperança remete os navegadores aos primórdios do comércio marítimo com o Oriente, aumentando o tempo de navegação em até 15 dias a um custo diário adicional de até US$ 30 mil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div style="border: medium none ; padding: 5px; float: left; margin-right: 10px;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.estadao.com.br/fotos/novos-piratas400%281%29.gif" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Para evitar a patrulha de navios militares, os piratas têm ampliado o raio de suas ações além do Golfo de Áden, em direção à costa sudeste da África, na altura do Quênia. Especialistas em segurança recomendam que as empresas deixem de pagar resgates e passem a contratar empresas de segurança privada.   &lt;p&gt; A recente onda de seqüestros torna ainda mais importante a necessidade de pôr fim aos 17 anos de conflito na Somália. Para os especialistas, enquanto não houver um governo central na Somália, a pirataria continuará e tentativas militares de lidar com o problema fracassarão. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Exceto por um breve período em 2006 (quando uma milícia islâmica conseguiu se manter no poder), a Somália vive mergulhada na anarquia desde 1991, quando milícias derrubaram o ditador Siad Barre. O caos tornou o país o mais falido do mundo, onde quase metade da população depende de ajuda humanitária para sobreviver.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;                                                                                                         &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Fonte: OEstadão.c0m&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;É&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;  brincadeira ! Pra quem riu muito em Piratas no Caribe com Johnny Deep fazendo suas travessuras e manobras piratianas, o que me deixam boquiaberta agora são: Os Piratas na Somália, que desde o ínicio de suas investidas já acumulam apenas em 2008 um tesouro de quase 30 milhões de doláres em resgate. E agora é assim, por onde você anda, pra você  olha  lá estão eles e ela a pirataria.  Semana passada estive numa rua paulistana onde rola todo comércio gospel de CDS Livros etc...lá estavam eles por todas as partes com seus dvds, cds piratas, atrapalhando o trânsito, a vida dos lojistas etc. Mas notei que lá presentes também estavam consumidores que compravam produtos piratas de bacia e talvez pegando trôco em balinhas como no comerciais de tv. É falta de opção mesmo? E segue se a pirataria adiante nos tênis, camisetas, bolsas, perfumes. AZEITES, rádios am e fm piratas, Meu Deus que loucura é essa? Peraí!!!outro dia num programa de TV eu ví um JESUS PIRATA, o "INRI" ! alguém aí tá precisando de um? É baratinho! Misericórdia! E como diria Bóris, Isso é uma vergonha!!! bj, me liga!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/11077708-8256308615463073068?l=jardim-fechado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jardim-fechado.blogspot.com/feeds/8256308615463073068/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11077708&amp;postID=8256308615463073068&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11077708/posts/default/8256308615463073068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11077708/posts/default/8256308615463073068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jardim-fechado.blogspot.com/2008/11/o-porta-voz-dos-piratas-somalis-bordo.html' title=''/><author><name>Susi, a Filha do Rei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12527054838826578153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KXQ0FIUS37U/Td6cySQOmYI/AAAAAAAACM4/CwZ0zlKMwe8/s220/sus.jpg'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11077708.post-1019169600925400691</id><published>2008-11-15T19:42:00.005-02:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T21:39:01.299-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S0YgQhCKVws/SR9az6K7ktI/AAAAAAAAAGM/Kb3dGPHvowM/s1600-h/Dia+25+de+maio+Dia+Nacional+da+Ado%C3%A7%C3%A3o.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S0YgQhCKVws/SR9az6K7ktI/AAAAAAAAAGM/Kb3dGPHvowM/s320/Dia+25+de+maio+Dia+Nacional+da+Ado%C3%A7%C3%A3o.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269029936881701586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Fazendo juz a minha adesão a blogagem coletiva sobre adoção, deixei para postar no último dia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Fui lá no Aurélio e&lt;/span&gt; co&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="palavra"&gt;nfirmei.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Adoção:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;1&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; Ação ou efeito de adotar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; 2&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; Aceitação legal como filho; perfilhamento (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Cód Civ&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; art&lt;/i&gt; 375).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="descricao"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Aceitação; admissão.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="descricao"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:180%;" &gt;O que sei é que aqui no Brasil se tratando da parte burocrática, enormes filas de crianças e adolescentes para serem adotadas, filas também de pessoas a fim de adotar uma criança, parece que tudo conspira para dificultar esse ato. Mas sei de casos lindos de adoção que transformaram vidas de pessoas. Há quase 30 anos, em minha adolescência pude com orgulho ver minha mãe por três vezes arrumar um lar para crianças não bem quista em seu lar biológico.Tal fato era  alegria dupla, para parte adotada e para mães adotivas que eram estéril. Elba Ramalho (cantora brasileira) declarou essa semana que está fazendo sua 3ª adoção, ela já tem um filho biológico e duas filhas adotadas. Será mais fácil uma celebridade como Elba ou Joli, adotarem  uma criança? Ponho a pensar: eu adotaria uma criança se tivesse condições financeiras? É só de qualidade de vida que elas precisam?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="descricao"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:180%;" &gt;Ainda essa semana também ví numa TV não convencional a diretora de uma ONG falando que quando passou a trabalhar na tal entidade, via aquele monte de berços numerados e as crianças eram apenas um número. Aos poucos ela foi tranformando aqueles números em histórico, exigiu que fossem trocados os números pelos seus nomes e tais crianças passaram a terem uma história. Sim, tudo passou a ser anotado e fotografado. Estas crianças quando crescerem terão fotos de seus aniversários dentro da entidade. Talvez a imagem de seus pais  façam-lhe falta na fotografia, mas as outras crianças estarão lá,  as tias, diretoras e pais adotivos fincanceiros, aqueles que adotam crianças dentro das entidades e se responsabilizam pela ajuda que dão para seu sustento e vão além disso, porque eles a visitam, presenteiam em datas comuns e especiais como dia das crianças, natal, aniversário etc... Há também aqueles que as levam para passear como se fossem pais e filhos e a tarde a devolvem para entidade. Muitos destes são pessoas idosas sem permissão para adoção ou solteiras mas  solidários. Me perguntei se há muito sofrimento na volta dessa criança para entidade. E descobri que não, porque assim como a maioria das crianças hoje em dia, filhos de pais separados sabem levar muito bem a idéia de ver o pai alguma vez na semana,  viver esse dia com muita qualidade e voltar ao lar doce lar com uma história para preencher a folha do seu diário. Acho que a idéia deveria ser expandida e até eu que não tenho grande condições financeiras estaria disposta a adotar uma criança,  ajudá-la financeiramente na entidade e dedicar-me quantas vezes na semana fosse possível, para acompanhá-la durante todo tempo que fosse preciso, para faze-lá crescer com uma boa cabeça e mais com um vínculo afetivo de amigo, coisas que as vezes não há nem dentro dos lares biológicos, lembrando que isso seria só um voluntariado de apoio, não solução .  A Luz da bíblia, o próprio Deus fez valer a adoção, ainda que espiritual , esse ato fez nos irmãos de um Deus, Jesus Cristo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Aí está o versículo:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" href="http://www.bibliaonline.com.br/acf/ef/1/5+"&gt;Efésios &lt;span&gt;1:5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;             &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;E nos predestinou para filhos de adoção por Jesus Cristo, para si mesmo, segundo o beneplácito de sua vontade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;ADOTE essa idéia, certamente você é um filho adotivo de Deus!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="descricao"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11077708-1019169600925400691?l=jardim-fechado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jardim-fechado.blogspot.com/feeds/1019169600925400691/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11077708&amp;postID=1019169600925400691&amp;isPopup=true' title='18 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11077708/posts/default/1019169600925400691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11077708/posts/default/1019169600925400691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jardim-fechado.blogspot.com/2008/11/fazendo-juz-minha-adeso-blogagem.html' title=''/><author><name>Susi, a Filha do Rei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12527054838826578153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KXQ0FIUS37U/Td6cySQOmYI/AAAAAAAACM4/CwZ0zlKMwe8/s220/sus.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S0YgQhCKVws/SR9az6K7ktI/AAAAAAAAAGM/Kb3dGPHvowM/s72-c/Dia+25+de+maio+Dia+Nacional+da+Ado%C3%A7%C3%A3o.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11077708.post-9109169570374763420</id><published>2008-11-05T19:11:00.004-02:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T11:00:15.154-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S0YgQhCKVws/SRIM0rTMr9I/AAAAAAAAAGE/xRJN2AgWQ7E/s1600-h/Obama_PresidenteUSAcandidato.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265285013465509842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 290px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S0YgQhCKVws/SRIM0rTMr9I/AAAAAAAAAGE/xRJN2AgWQ7E/s320/Obama_PresidenteUSAcandidato.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Dá lhe... Obama!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Barack Obama! Enquanto a cor da pele for, mais importante que o brilho dos olhos, haverá guerra! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(Bob Marley)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;WASHINGTON (AFP) — A filha do líder da luta pelos direitos urnas para que isto fosse possível. É um novo dia que começa nos Estados Unidos"civis nos Estados Unidos Martin Luther King, Bernice King, celebrou nesta terça-feira a eleição de Barack Obama como o primeiro presidente negro dos Estados Unidos e afirmou que seu pai "estaria orgulhoso".&lt;br /&gt;"Eu sei que meu pai estaria orgulhoso dos Estados Unidos por isto", disse Bernice King em entrevista ao canal CNN, pouco depois do anúncio da vitória do democrata Barack Obama.&lt;br /&gt;"Isto significa que o trabalho pelo qual meu pai e minha mãe se sacrificaram não foi em vão. (...) Fiquei muito nervosa esta noite e chorei à espera do anúncio", afirmou de Atlanta, Geórgia, a filha do mártir da luta pelos direitos civis, assassinado há 40 anos.&lt;br /&gt;"Martin Luther King estaria orgulhoso da grande quantidade de jovens que compareceram às urnas"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Copyright 2008 AFP.  Todos os direitos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11077708-9109169570374763420?l=jardim-fechado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jardim-fechado.blogspot.com/feeds/9109169570374763420/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11077708&amp;postID=9109169570374763420&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11077708/posts/default/9109169570374763420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11077708/posts/default/9109169570374763420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jardim-fechado.blogspot.com/2008/11/d-lhe.html' title=''/><author><name>Susi, a Filha do Rei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12527054838826578153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KXQ0FIUS37U/Td6cySQOmYI/AAAAAAAACM4/CwZ0zlKMwe8/s220/sus.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S0YgQhCKVws/SRIM0rTMr9I/AAAAAAAAAGE/xRJN2AgWQ7E/s72-c/Obama_PresidenteUSAcandidato.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11077708.post-2747120381293481112</id><published>2008-10-31T12:02:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T12:37:59.759-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S0YgQhCKVws/SQsXTdvTuaI/AAAAAAAAAF8/U1vQm1WQxdo/s1600-h/alianÃ§a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263326212680563106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 142px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 190px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S0YgQhCKVws/SQsXTdvTuaI/AAAAAAAAAF8/U1vQm1WQxdo/s320/alian%C3%A7a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;21 anos de Casados&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Maioridade conjugal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;21 anos de casados é:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Votos de fidelidade renovados.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;E direitos conjugais tributados no relacionamento.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;21 anos de casados a volúpia da paixão, saiu do coração e subiu ao cérebro. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Sim é com a cabeça que o amor é sustentado no coração. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Você tem que decidir amar a pessoa todos os dias.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;O coração está sujeito ao cérebro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;A cabeça diz: DECIDI amar meu parceiro!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;O cérebro dá a ordem ao coração, que gentilmente obedece,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;já que é no coração se concentra a alma, que é nosso porta sentimentos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Parabéns prá mim, parabéns pro Samuca gente! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Que Deus nos abençoe sempre!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11077708-2747120381293481112?l=jardim-fechado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jardim-fechado.blogspot.com/feeds/2747120381293481112/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11077708&amp;postID=2747120381293481112&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11077708/posts/default/2747120381293481112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11077708/posts/default/2747120381293481112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jardim-fechado.blogspot.com/2008/10/21-anos-de-casados-maioridade-conjugal.html' title=''/><author><name>Susi, a Filha do Rei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12527054838826578153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KXQ0FIUS37U/Td6cySQOmYI/AAAAAAAACM4/CwZ0zlKMwe8/s220/sus.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S0YgQhCKVws/SQsXTdvTuaI/AAAAAAAAAF8/U1vQm1WQxdo/s72-c/alian%C3%A7a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11077708.post-5882556329201837522</id><published>2008-10-23T10:16:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T10:40:24.110-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S0YgQhCKVws/SQBwB2_DkOI/AAAAAAAAAF0/MDYqC9_BACA/s1600-h/caminho_suave2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260327542010908898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 224px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S0YgQhCKVws/SQBwB2_DkOI/AAAAAAAAAF0/MDYqC9_BACA/s320/caminho_suave2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Sessão Nostalgia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Fui alfabetizada com esta cartilha, a após quase 35 anos praticamente sem lembrar dela, pude revê-la em destaque na Feira do Livro em Sampa. Essa cartilha, cuja 1ª. edição é de 1948, parece ter sido um fenômeno de vendas no Brasil: calcula-se que todas edições, até a década de 1990, venderam 40 milhões de exemplares. Há um exemplar de edição bem posterior, editada em 1980, quando a cartilha foi modificada e vários exercícios foram incluídos." E você chegou a conhecer esta cartilha?&lt;/span&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/11077708-5882556329201837522?l=jardim-fechado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jardim-fechado.blogspot.com/feeds/5882556329201837522/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11077708&amp;postID=5882556329201837522&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11077708/posts/default/5882556329201837522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11077708/posts/default/5882556329201837522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jardim-fechado.blogspot.com/2008/10/sesso-nostalgia-fui-alfabetizada-com.html' title=''/><author><name>Susi, a Filha do Rei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12527054838826578153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KXQ0FIUS37U/Td6cySQOmYI/AAAAAAAACM4/CwZ0zlKMwe8/s220/sus.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S0YgQhCKVws/SQBwB2_DkOI/AAAAAAAAAF0/MDYqC9_BACA/s72-c/caminho_suave2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11077708.post-3493013116784344975</id><published>2008-10-19T15:05:00.005-02:00</published><updated>2008-10-19T17:10:31.029-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S0YgQhCKVws/SPtum_9v_iI/AAAAAAAAAFs/YnDt5rqYm6Q/s1600-h/ATgAAADHZQd4bF33XEqMbzh_PR4h88rXXMUHYmAQmugYBfpL633by8oryutAYK83bow2NX-PIY7XFa5yWs-lWghkY2QQAJtU9VDsQVqv0wejknLhnn9oCIEgKHDC7A.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258918606169701922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S0YgQhCKVws/SPtum_9v_iI/AAAAAAAAAFs/YnDt5rqYm6Q/s320/ATgAAADHZQd4bF33XEqMbzh_PR4h88rXXMUHYmAQmugYBfpL633by8oryutAYK83bow2NX-PIY7XFa5yWs-lWghkY2QQAJtU9VDsQVqv0wejknLhnn9oCIEgKHDC7A.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ele havia falado: -Se a policia invadir eu acabo com elas! Essa era a ameaça. A policia não trocou o certo pelo incerto, já que ele por várias vezes avisou que a decisão era da policia. INVASÃO=MORTE. A policia fez o que ele queria, invadiu ele atirou! Não estou defendendo o sequestrador, o lado B dele estava inrrustido todo esse tempo. Ele lavrou a sentença e a policia caiu, a polícia não foi INTELIGENTE! Talvez ele tivesse sido vencido pelo cansaço, talvez o SNIPER não erraria o tiro, ( Liso) estaria morto. Talvez hoje (Liso) estaria preso apenas pelo sequestro. Talvez hoje Eloah almoçaria com sua família e ou amigos. Que Deus conforte os coração de sua mãe, familiares e amigos!&lt;/em&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/11077708-3493013116784344975?l=jardim-fechado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jardim-fechado.blogspot.com/feeds/3493013116784344975/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11077708&amp;postID=3493013116784344975&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11077708/posts/default/3493013116784344975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11077708/posts/default/3493013116784344975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jardim-fechado.blogspot.com/2008/10/ele-havia-falado-se-policia-invadir-eu.html' title=''/><author><name>Susi, a Filha do Rei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12527054838826578153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KXQ0FIUS37U/Td6cySQOmYI/AAAAAAAACM4/CwZ0zlKMwe8/s220/sus.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S0YgQhCKVws/SPtum_9v_iI/AAAAAAAAAFs/YnDt5rqYm6Q/s72-c/ATgAAADHZQd4bF33XEqMbzh_PR4h88rXXMUHYmAQmugYBfpL633by8oryutAYK83bow2NX-PIY7XFa5yWs-lWghkY2QQAJtU9VDsQVqv0wejknLhnn9oCIEgKHDC7A.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11077708.post-8713730745402794471</id><published>2008-10-12T20:03:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T20:56:33.356-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S0YgQhCKVws/SPKKttJcTqI/AAAAAAAAAE8/SkTGDZwpH90/s1600-h/Ampulheta+31.12.2007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S0YgQhCKVws/SPKKttJcTqI/AAAAAAAAAE8/SkTGDZwpH90/s320/Ampulheta+31.12.2007.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256416232912735906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Hoje estava me lembrando dos saudosos anos 70  quando era criança e do assombro que era para mim e outras crianças  quando ouviamos nossas mães e tias vizinhas, conversando sobre a  chegada do ano 2.000 . Sim a conversa soava nos sinistra pois falava se que em 2.000 aconteceria o fim do mundo. Era nossa infância tão feliz e não nos conformavamos com a idéia do fim.  Já existia a morte que ceifava vidas de pessoas queridas e deixava uma saudade imensa. Agora o fim era demais, afinal com o fim de todas as coisas, as boas que nos cercavam faria falta. Não poderiamos nos encontrarmos no finalzinho da tarde e brincarmos até o sol se por correndo pelas ruas aos redores de casa Assim sem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt; ao menos um  prenúncio de uma nova vida após o fim, tudo era amedontrador. Hoje também lembro do último dia de 1.999,  mamãe e várias outras pessoas que conversavam sobre o assunto fim do mundo já não esta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;vam entre nós. E no revelion de 99 apenas eu,  meu ma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;rido, meu irmão,  um casal de amigos e sua filha  brindamos a chegada do bicho papão chamado Ano  2.000.  Lembrei com saudade dos que se foram sem ver a chegada do ano 2.000, não puderam ver a continuação da nossa história e a vida seguiu se normal.  Apenas uma coisa  que mudou. Certa vez me falaram que na bíblia estava escrito que no fim dos tempos,  os dias seriam abreviados. E parece que foi ontem que brindamos a chegada do ano 2.000 e agora quase concluída 1ª década do século 21. Os dias tem passado voando e até eu que últimamente tenho levado uma vida mansa sem trabalhar,  noto os dias estão mesmo voando...O &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;TEMPO parece ter sido mesmo ABREVIADO.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;___&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;___________________________________________________________________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;CÁPSULAS DE VINAGRE DE MAÇA  pra quem quer vida longa, emagrecer, tratar várias coisinhas? Eu tô tomando há duas semanas, notei por enquant&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;o que ele me desperta mais vezes a tomar água. Vamos ver no que vai dar!&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S0YgQhCKVws/SPKLw37iwLI/AAAAAAAAAFE/3zilbPuF_xA/s1600-h/Vinagre_maca.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S0YgQhCKVws/SPKLw37iwLI/AAAAAAAAAFE/3zilbPuF_xA/s320/Vinagre_maca.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256417386858463410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11077708-8713730745402794471?l=jardim-fechado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jardim-fechado.blogspot.com/feeds/8713730745402794471/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11077708&amp;postID=8713730745402794471&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11077708/posts/default/8713730745402794471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11077708/posts/default/8713730745402794471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jardim-fechado.blogspot.com/2008/10/hoje-estava-me-lembrando-dos-saudosos.html' title=''/><author><name>Susi, a Filha do Rei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12527054838826578153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KXQ0FIUS37U/Td6cySQOmYI/AAAAAAAACM4/CwZ0zlKMwe8/s220/sus.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S0YgQhCKVws/SPKKttJcTqI/AAAAAAAAAE8/SkTGDZwpH90/s72-c/Ampulheta+31.12.2007.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11077708.post-3758887025385698752</id><published>2008-09-23T15:14:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T16:10:41.271-03:00</updated><title type='text'>COMENTANDO meus COMENTÁRIOS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S0YgQhCKVws/SNk0q33msGI/AAAAAAAAAE0/psuij0eGX6c/s1600-h/cozinhar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249284751833346146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S0YgQhCKVws/SNk0q33msGI/AAAAAAAAAE0/psuij0eGX6c/s320/cozinhar.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ainda ontem lí no Luz &lt;a href="http://www.luzdeluma.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://www.luzdeluma.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt; sobre a arte de cozinhar e agora mais que nunca acho que cozinhar é paixão. Não basta ler uma receita e pronto. Até porque eu já perdi barras e barras de chocolate tentando fazer apenas um espetinho de chocolate e nada! vai ser burra assim lá longe? não creio que seja isso. Acho mesmo que tem algo mais entre o querer e o desenvolver da culinária. Mas querer é poder! Sim, mas na cozinha não basta apenas abrir um livro de receita e pronto. Tem segredos que só um grande chef pode te passar ou então querida você tem que nascer com o dom! Ainda bem que existe um vasto trivial e eu faço me valer dele aqui na minha cozinha. Vai um miojo aí?rs...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Já na Grace &lt;a href="http://www.eueorenascerdascinzas.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://www.eueorenascerdascinzas.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt; lí sobre links e lembrei que preciso também dar uma varrida aqui no jardim, até porque tem uns lins de blogs que nem existem mais.  Estar linkada em blogs por aí realmente é muito gratificante, mas linkar pessoas é querer estreitar caminhos criar pontes para estarem sempre juntas,  sem ter que andar pela contramão, sim sempre um caminho direto pra casa do seu amigo querido num simples click! Então é importante mesmo linkar um número razoável de pessoas que você vai poder visitar com frequência. Valeu a dica dela? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ser aprovada no vestibular que ótimo! Ganhar bolsa no curso de seus sonhos ?UAU!! foi o que lí lá na Lu, &lt;a href="http://www.minhasinsanidades.blogger.com.br/"&gt;http://www.minhasinsanidades.blogger.com.br/&lt;/a&gt;aliás ser aprovada em tudo na vida é algo prazeiroso e isso porque geralmente envolve mais que uma pessoa feliz. Sim vai ter sempre uma  família, amigo, parentes congratulando com você alguma conquista. Vale ressaltar que  sempre poderá ter alguém torcendo contra, mas aí é que a vitória tem gostinho bão né não? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Uma semana de Sucesso !!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11077708-3758887025385698752?l=jardim-fechado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jardim-fechado.blogspot.com/feeds/3758887025385698752/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11077708&amp;postID=3758887025385698752&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11077708/posts/default/3758887025385698752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11077708/posts/default/3758887025385698752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jardim-fechado.blogspot.com/2008/09/comentando-meus-comentrios.html' title='COMENTANDO meus COMENTÁRIOS'/><author><name>Susi, a Filha do Rei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12527054838826578153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KXQ0FIUS37U/Td6cySQOmYI/AAAAAAAACM4/CwZ0zlKMwe8/s220/sus.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S0YgQhCKVws/SNk0q33msGI/AAAAAAAAAE0/psuij0eGX6c/s72-c/cozinhar.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11077708.post-2347337202790902255</id><published>2008-09-05T19:10:00.013-03:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T21:48:12.270-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;SEÇÃO 32&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nem todo fim tem começo, nem tudo que é bom tem seu preço,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt; nem tudo que tenho mereço, nem tudo que brota é do chão.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nem todo rei tem seu trono, nem todo cão tem seu dono.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nem tudo que dorme tem sono, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;nem toda regra, exceção&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nem tudo que morre é de fome, nem tudo que mata se come.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nem tudo que é dor me consome&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;nem toda poesia, refrão.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nem todo carro tem freio &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242703239443526450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S0YgQhCKVws/SMHS0bnSMzI/AAAAAAAAADk/qM1aaOsAfRY/s320/uno.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nem toda partilha é ao meio. Nem toda festa é rodeio, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;nem tudo que roda é pião.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nem toda obra se prima.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;Nem tudo que é pobre se rima. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nem tudo que é nobre se esgrima.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;Nem tudo que sobra é lixão.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;Nem tudo que fito é o que vejo. Nem tudo bonito eu almejo. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nem tudo que excita é desejo,&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;Nem todo desejo é tesão. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;                                                    Nem tudo o que ganho é o que valho&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242681736674077554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S0YgQhCKVws/SMG_Qzji63I/AAAAAAAAADE/8jM5TGog_Z0/s320/174_2034dinheiro.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;N&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;em tudo que jogo é baralho. Nem tudo que cansa é trabalho, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;n&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;em tudo que se dança é baião, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nem todo amor é em vão. Nem toda crença, ilusão. Nem todo Deus, comunhão. Nem todo pecado, perdão. Nem tudo que sobra é lixão, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nem toda poesia é refrão.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nem tudo que dança é baião&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242684326492106354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S0YgQhCKVws/SMHBnjYR7nI/AAAAAAAAADM/Um6xpenNnSY/s320/bale" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt; Música linda de (Vander Lee)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_______________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Frase Feita&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Se dizes que vem às quatro, desde as três eu começo ser feliz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Saint Exupery)&lt;br /&gt;_______________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Ação &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Adstringente&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242696208449493186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S0YgQhCKVws/SMHMbLHrWMI/AAAAAAAAADc/kCkzzhFU6Hc/s320/ma%C3%A7a" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Limpeza do trato vocal, são indicados a maçã, que por sua propriedade adstringente auxilia a limpeza da boca e da faringe, favorecendo uma voz com melhor ressonância.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Fonte Behlau, Mara e Pontes, Paulo. Higiene Vocal: Cuidando da Voz. Revinter, 1999 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;PS " &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Agora é só comer maça e correr pro Karaokê&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/11077708-2347337202790902255?l=jardim-fechado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jardim-fechado.blogspot.com/feeds/2347337202790902255/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11077708&amp;postID=2347337202790902255&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11077708/posts/default/2347337202790902255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11077708/posts/default/2347337202790902255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jardim-fechado.blogspot.com/2008/09/seo-32.html' title=''/><author><name>Susi, a Filha do Rei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12527054838826578153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KXQ0FIUS37U/Td6cySQOmYI/AAAAAAAACM4/CwZ0zlKMwe8/s220/sus.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S0YgQhCKVws/SMHS0bnSMzI/AAAAAAAAADk/qM1aaOsAfRY/s72-c/uno.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11077708.post-5195923514856915773</id><published>2008-09-03T11:13:00.006-03:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T15:07:29.087-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;O CAÇADOR DE PIPAS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Assisti ontem o Caçador de Pipas amei e recomendo, agora tô ansiosa por ler o livro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Valeu a pena, mas como de costu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;me eu &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;em&gt;acrescentaria duas coisas ao filme. Entregaria a&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Pipa do concurso &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;de quando Amir Jan era pequeno, ao último garoto que aparece no filme&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;e &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Amir Jan depois de adulto, diria a verdade ao pai sobre a acusação indevida á respeito de Hassan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Hoje assistirei CLUBE DA LUTA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt; sugestão &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;da Janaina do &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-FAMILY: lucida grande" href="http://livroantigo.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;ALFARRÁ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-FAMILY: lucida grande" href="http://livroantigo.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;BIO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;E você já ficou incorforma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;do com algum final de filme ou mudaria algum trecho dele&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt; Qual filme&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;______________________________________________________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S0YgQhCKVws/SL6fnpCKKbI/AAAAAAAAACs/38lRJwLVf5I/s1600-h/clube_da_luta.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241802519684458930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S0YgQhCKVws/SL6fnpCKKbI/AAAAAAAAACs/38lRJwLVf5I/s320/clube_da_luta.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(255,0,0); FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Hoje vou conferir esse filme " Clube da&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt; Luta"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;Brad Pit atuando de vendedor de sabonete.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;Quem for assistir prepare-se para:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;Um soco na mente!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;__________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Frase da hora&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;A vida é mais simples do que a gente pensa; basta aceitar o impossível, dispensar o indispensável e suportar o intolerável." (Kathleen Norris)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11077708-5195923514856915773?l=jardim-fechado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jardim-fechado.blogspot.com/feeds/5195923514856915773/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11077708&amp;postID=5195923514856915773&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11077708/posts/default/5195923514856915773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11077708/posts/default/5195923514856915773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jardim-fechado.blogspot.com/2008/09/o-cacador-de-pipas-assisti-ontem-o.html' title=''/><author><name>Susi, a Filha do Rei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12527054838826578153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KXQ0FIUS37U/Td6cySQOmYI/AAAAAAAACM4/CwZ0zlKMwe8/s220/sus.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S0YgQhCKVws/SL6fnpCKKbI/AAAAAAAAACs/38lRJwLVf5I/s72-c/clube_da_luta.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11077708.post-5673200478612474645</id><published>2008-09-01T11:52:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T12:18:07.349-03:00</updated><title type='text'>DIA DE FAZER DIFERENÇA</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ontem foi o dia de fazer a diferença e pensando bem parei pra pensar onde e quando faço diferença. Descobri que aqui  no meu mundinho as  coisas passam por um processo seletivo para eu mudar ou não os valores ou consequências dos acontecimentos. Descobri que com certos desastres que minhas garotas cometem, posso me tornar um alarme oooonnnnn e acionar o pai delas, ou me tornar uma sala de som super estufada para não vazar som,  como a que ele trabalha e isso para que ele mesmo não detecte nada de errado no ar até que eu consiga contornar a situação,  já que eu funciono em casa como uma espécie de advogada de três adolescente. Eu realmente procuro fazer  diferença onde chego e as vezes essa diferença  consiste em estar em um lugar e fazer com que se passe desapercebida entendeu?  Me sinto diferente!  Procuro manter em minha vida um pouco de delicadeza, um pouco de sutileza, um pouco de liderança. E você faz muita diferença por onde passa? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11077708-5673200478612474645?l=jardim-fechado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jardim-fechado.blogspot.com/feeds/5673200478612474645/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11077708&amp;postID=5673200478612474645&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11077708/posts/default/5673200478612474645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11077708/posts/default/5673200478612474645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jardim-fechado.blogspot.com/2008/09/dia-de-fazer-diferena.html' title='DIA DE FAZER DIFERENÇA'/><author><name>Susi, a Filha do Rei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12527054838826578153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KXQ0FIUS37U/Td6cySQOmYI/AAAAAAAACM4/CwZ0zlKMwe8/s220/sus.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11077708.post-5245161985824805157</id><published>2008-08-20T17:38:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T19:30:12.098-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ela fez 18 anos....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S0YgQhCKVws/SKyaJqSvbiI/AAAAAAAAACc/9ZP1hX1QTos/s1600-h/kaedi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S0YgQhCKVws/SKyaJqSvbiI/AAAAAAAAACc/9ZP1hX1QTos/s320/kaedi.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236729957487439394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ela é uma menina cheia de ideais, ama um descedente de japonês, que atualmente mora no Japão. Entre seus estudos que se dividem entre o 3º ano do colégio e o Técnico em Designer de Interiores, ela sonha com a volta de seu amor ao Brasil. Ela conta os dias e conta as horas para poder estar com ele novamente. Ao meu ver ele a ama também e às vezes parece que bate o desespero pelo tempo que ainda falta para vê-la. E do outro lado do mundo ele son&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ha, quando ela acorda pra realidade e quando ele tem que enfrentar a relidade dele é ela que vai dormir. O amor mantém-se em chamas com doze horas de diferença num fuso horário. Isso é parte de uma novela real que se passa em minha vida. Ela é minha filha Karol, ele é o Kian, Diego Kian. Eu a vejo suspirar todos os dias por ele. Eles quando estão juntos é a coisa mais linda de ver. O amor pra mim hoje tem a cara deles. Parabéns KAKÁ. Te amo....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S0YgQhCKVws/SKya0NsfH-I/AAAAAAAAACk/GvoddZ-jqSM/s1600-h/Karol033_filtered22.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S0YgQhCKVws/SKya0NsfH-I/AAAAAAAAACk/GvoddZ-jqSM/s320/Karol033_filtered22.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236730688545169378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11077708-5245161985824805157?l=jardim-fechado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jardim-fechado.blogspot.com/feeds/5245161985824805157/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11077708&amp;postID=5245161985824805157&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11077708/posts/default/5245161985824805157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11077708/posts/default/5245161985824805157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jardim-fechado.blogspot.com/2008/08/ela-fez-18-anos.html' title=''/><author><name>Susi, a Filha do Rei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12527054838826578153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KXQ0FIUS37U/Td6cySQOmYI/AAAAAAAACM4/CwZ0zlKMwe8/s220/sus.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S0YgQhCKVws/SKyaJqSvbiI/AAAAAAAAACc/9ZP1hX1QTos/s72-c/kaedi.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11077708.post-4232957458752501432</id><published>2008-07-15T10:56:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2008-07-15T11:37:26.498-03:00</updated><title type='text'>ACABOU-SE OS 30 DIAS</title><content type='html'>É fiz aquela mini viagem de final de férias que falei. Exceto Campos do Jordão o pessoal desistiu. Então fomos à BH, aquela cidade semelhante as grandes metrópoles mas hiper arborizada. No domingo fomos novamente a Ouro Preto, a pedido das minhas filhas que foram lá quando eram pequenas. Foi uma viagem gostosa onde dá se a impressão de ter voltado no tempo. Até tirei umas fotos com roupas do século XIX. A feirinha que vende objetos esculturados com pedras locais uma graça! Aconselho vocês que se forem à BH, tenham cautela em dobro pois parece que Aécio resolveu derrubar a BH de JK e construir uma BH versão Aécio. O trânsito conturbadíssímo, deixa qualquer paulistano doido. Até parece que vão sediar as olimpiadas que será em Pequim, tamanhas obras e  construções de viadutos. Haja paciência! mas vale a pena ir a BH, você pode desfrutar de várias serras com cachoeiras etc, pertissímo do centro de BH. E pra quem curte a noite, barzinhos charmosos pra todos os lados. Amanhã volto ao trabalho...que preguiça!!!Nunca 30 dias passaram-se tão rápido. Que Deus me acuda! Beijo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Eu, Ouro Preto, século XIX.&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_S0YgQhCKVws/SHywywJLmPI/AAAAAAAAACE/HNHau7jay08/s1600-h/bh-minas+gerais+195.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223244053806291186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_S0YgQhCKVws/SHywywJLmPI/AAAAAAAAACE/HNHau7jay08/s320/bh-minas+gerais+195.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu , parque Municipal no centro de BH&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;vários kilinhos a mais rs...snif...&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_S0YgQhCKVws/SHyz0HAkGdI/AAAAAAAAACM/UXPbvOGUxDw/s1600-h/bh-minas+gerais+265.jpg"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223247375658916306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_S0YgQhCKVws/SHyz0HAkGdI/AAAAAAAAACM/UXPbvOGUxDw/s320/bh-minas+gerais+265.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Eu, família, Ouro Preto século XXI&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_S0YgQhCKVws/SHyz0AB04WI/AAAAAAAAACU/c16stnZY0jA/s1600-h/bh-minas+gerais+144.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223247373785162082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_S0YgQhCKVws/SHyz0AB04WI/AAAAAAAAACU/c16stnZY0jA/s320/bh-minas+gerais+144.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11077708-4232957458752501432?l=jardim-fechado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jardim-fechado.blogspot.com/feeds/4232957458752501432/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11077708&amp;postID=4232957458752501432&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11077708/posts/default/4232957458752501432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11077708/posts/default/4232957458752501432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jardim-fechado.blogspot.com/2008/07/acabou-se-os-30-dias.html' title='ACABOU-SE OS 30 DIAS'/><author><name>Susi, a Filha do Rei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12527054838826578153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KXQ0FIUS37U/Td6cySQOmYI/AAAAAAAACM4/CwZ0zlKMwe8/s220/sus.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_S0YgQhCKVws/SHywywJLmPI/AAAAAAAAACE/HNHau7jay08/s72-c/bh-minas+gerais+195.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11077708.post-5488771294097775844</id><published>2008-07-07T10:56:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2008-07-07T11:09:25.375-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Restinho de férias...</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;É... restinho de férias, agora vou dar uns rolês. Minha programação? Belo Horizonte com uma passada em Ouro Preto e se tudo der certo passaremos em Tiradentes, cidade tb histórica, já tem uma casa nos reservada pra nós obâ!!! Mas antes disso talves no feriado de 9 de julho uma galera que  nos convidou pra irmos ir à Campos do Jordão com eles,  eles nunca foram e nós seremos guia rs...  é sempre gostoso subir a Serra e desfrutar de toda aquela beleza gelada.De férias,  até agora só consegui assistir muito filme e comer muita bobagem também! Tenho que dar uma passeada e descansar muito por dois dias antes de voltar ao trabalho. E aí começará toda rotina novamente! Doce rotina!!!Inté las vistas...baby...&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/11077708-5488771294097775844?l=jardim-fechado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jardim-fechado.blogspot.com/feeds/5488771294097775844/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11077708&amp;postID=5488771294097775844&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11077708/posts/default/5488771294097775844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11077708/posts/default/5488771294097775844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jardim-fechado.blogspot.com/2008/07/restinho-de-frias.html' title='Restinho de férias...'/><author><name>Susi, a Filha do Rei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12527054838826578153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KXQ0FIUS37U/Td6cySQOmYI/AAAAAAAACM4/CwZ0zlKMwe8/s220/sus.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11077708.post-1762674030149495892</id><published>2008-06-29T19:00:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2008-06-29T19:16:28.153-03:00</updated><title type='text'>DOMINGO É ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Os meus dias de domingo, são na sua maioria um dia CRISTÃO, nada muda nas tardes silenciosas e preguiçosas, salvo a hora de arrumar-me para ir a igreja pra momentos de adoração e reflexão espiritual. Porque que os domingos são tão melancólicos, não eu não sou uma pessoa triste, mas domingo é um dia solitário, não acho ele propício para visitar amigos, parentes., morro de preguiça de sair de casa pra um passeio qualquer...Qual seria o motivo da minha mudança de humor aos domingos?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Será que uma ida a casa da mamãe me faz falta? ou será que os domingos me lembra as fugas verpertinas na minha adolescência. Será que devo  modificar os meus domingos, enchê-los de compromissos inadiáveis como um dia qualquer? Não, eu não daria conta! Domingo, olho pra dentro de mim e não me acho se não for espiritualmente falando. Seria o domingo um dia espirítual? E você como costuma passar seus domingos. Beijo e uma ótoma semana pra você.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11077708-1762674030149495892?l=jardim-fechado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jardim-fechado.blogspot.com/feeds/1762674030149495892/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11077708&amp;postID=1762674030149495892&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11077708/posts/default/1762674030149495892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11077708/posts/default/1762674030149495892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jardim-fechado.blogspot.com/2008/06/domingo.html' title='DOMINGO É ...'/><author><name>Susi, a Filha do Rei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12527054838826578153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KXQ0FIUS37U/Td6cySQOmYI/AAAAAAAACM4/CwZ0zlKMwe8/s220/sus.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11077708.post-3186170100876310505</id><published>2008-06-23T22:16:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2008-06-23T22:30:33.111-03:00</updated><title type='text'>O inverno chegou messsmooo!</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;MAMA MIA!!!! o inverno chegou mesmo aqui em Sampa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Ele veio gelado mas me trouxe um monte de coisas boas:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;férias, nivers da Jack,Lara e Samuca(maridovisk). Parabéns pra vocês amores da minha vida. Se não fosse vocês, minha vida não seria um Bradesco rs, ou seja COMPLETA. Tá muito gelado aqui, são 22:22 hrs da noite, cansei do tricô, acabei de assistir um filme chatinho com Meg Ryan  já tomei chá quentinho e vim pro PC passar um pouco do tempo, tô parecendo uma velhinha não? Vou visitar um pessoal virtual que perdi de vistae depois vou começar ver outro filme SIN CITY, nunca assisti clro mas já me falaram tanto dele que hoje eu o peguei na locadora. Hoje não tive pique nem de preparar uma sopinha, fomos de sanduba e miojo,é mole? Miojo é.!!! bj&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/11077708-3186170100876310505?l=jardim-fechado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jardim-fechado.blogspot.com/feeds/3186170100876310505/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11077708&amp;postID=3186170100876310505&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11077708/posts/default/3186170100876310505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11077708/posts/default/3186170100876310505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jardim-fechado.blogspot.com/2008/06/o-inverno-chegou-messsmooo.html' title='O inverno chegou messsmooo!'/><author><name>Susi, a Filha do Rei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12527054838826578153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KXQ0FIUS37U/Td6cySQOmYI/AAAAAAAACM4/CwZ0zlKMwe8/s220/sus.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11077708.post-1004003727052149642</id><published>2008-06-06T11:06:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2008-06-06T11:18:37.930-03:00</updated><title type='text'>E O INVERNO TÁ CHEGANDO...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;E época que eu amo, acho que o inverno é tudo de bom, fica aberta a temporada para as botas casacos,  sobretudo, cachecóis ; maquiagem mais forte e disposição. Sem contar que a gastronomia enriquece o paladar de qualquer um com seus variados e  requintados fondues.  Aquela comida calórica mineira uai,  as sopas,  caldos e cremes com bases em mandiocas e carne secas vixê. Ai vem as festas juninas cheias de guloseimas entre elas as paçoquinhas hummm. E aquele cobertor quentinho? O filme debaixo das mantas na sala e você livre pra ficar alí, sabendo que lá fora  rola um friozão e você não precisa enfrentá-lo porque é sua folga.  Deus abençoe as campanhas de  inverno. Pra completar tudo isso muito agasalho e uma subidinha relâmpago ou não  à Campos do Jordão.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11077708-1004003727052149642?l=jardim-fechado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jardim-fechado.blogspot.com/feeds/1004003727052149642/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11077708&amp;postID=1004003727052149642&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11077708/posts/default/1004003727052149642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11077708/posts/default/1004003727052149642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jardim-fechado.blogspot.com/2008/06/e-o-inverno-t-chegando.html' title='E O INVERNO TÁ CHEGANDO...'/><author><name>Susi, a Filha do Rei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12527054838826578153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KXQ0FIUS37U/Td6cySQOmYI/AAAAAAAACM4/CwZ0zlKMwe8/s220/sus.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11077708.post-2243075755787052845</id><published>2008-05-22T17:56:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2008-05-22T18:11:21.860-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt;Cuidado com o ladrão!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt;Ainda ontem lí num blog famoso de copacabana, o relato da violência nas grandes cidades. Ontem chegou a vez aqui em casa. Maridovicks foi ao banco&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt;sacou uma quantia razoável em dinheiro entre (quatro e cinco mil reais) vacilou claro! veio pra casa, mas ele tinha que estar com o dinheiro em mãos. Veio em casa pegar uns documentos estacionou na calçada porque ia sair rápido, quando foi abrir a porta do carro, lá estava ele um jovem que desceu de uma moto que não fazia barulho algum,  com uma pistola 765 encostada no peito do Samuca pedindo o dinheiro que ele sacou no banco . Tudo muito rápido  e o outro esperando por ele na moto. Foi-se tudo R$ R$ R$, relógio e celular. Graças à Deus as vidas foram poupadas. Ele terminou o assalto pediu a chave do carrinho zerinho zerinho, o bichinho faz 1 mês amanhã. Me dá a chave do carro! Subiu na moto e disse: - Vai na esquina buscar a chave do seu carro e nada de policia porque já sei onde você mora. Eu que assisti de perto calada finalmente falei algo: VAI EM PAZ MOÇO! E você já sofreu algum assalto?  Desconfie sempre das motos que não fazem barulho e com um dos mocinhos vestindo camiseta rosa e capacete branco. Se precisar levar dinheiro pr casa, espalhe ele  pela  roupa  quando entrar no carro. Não esqueça deixe uma quantia razoável pro ladrão e vá em paz! Afinal que graça tem viver sem ter paz! Beijo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11077708-2243075755787052845?l=jardim-fechado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jardim-fechado.blogspot.com/feeds/2243075755787052845/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11077708&amp;postID=2243075755787052845&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11077708/posts/default/2243075755787052845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11077708/posts/default/2243075755787052845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jardim-fechado.blogspot.com/2008/05/cuidado-com-o-ladro-ainda-ontem-l-num.html' title=''/><author><name>Susi, a Filha do Rei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12527054838826578153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KXQ0FIUS37U/Td6cySQOmYI/AAAAAAAACM4/CwZ0zlKMwe8/s220/sus.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11077708.post-5126520799612682905</id><published>2008-05-18T11:25:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T11:42:17.748-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://cache.gettyimages.com/xc/71571656.jpg?v=1&amp;amp;c=CFW&amp;amp;k=2&amp;amp;d=03D4E2D2202DE60F5F703A552359CF86E30A760B0D811297"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://cache.gettyimages.com/xc/71571656.jpg?v=1&amp;amp;c=CFW&amp;amp;k=2&amp;amp;d=03D4E2D2202DE60F5F703A552359CF86E30A760B0D811297" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Novamente bateu saudade de tudo isso aqui! Andei, andei, andei mas a na cabeça o pensamento sempre passava por aqui e no coração a saudade de vocês era uma constante. Descobri que o orkut os relacionamentos são mais frios, que a porta de nossas casas não ficam realmente destrancadas pra os amigos entrarem e compartilharem as alegrias e as tristezas. Achei ele ótimo pra localizar parentes e amigos antigos; mas nada se compara com a felicidade de vir aqui postar aquilo que queremos e esperar vocês  pra um bate papo gostoso em forma de comentário. Haverá dias que não terei um excelente assunto,  mas virei sempre falar de algo inusitado que ví a caminho do trabalho, algo quer vivi com minhas filhas, algo que vi na tv. Tem sempre algo que  a gente  pode dividir aqui. Então eu vou tentar ficar aqui para sempre, nem que eu poste esporadicamente, mas espiarei todos os dias os mais antenados  e descolados amigos  virtuais.  Uma semana de sucesso pra você. bj&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11077708-5126520799612682905?l=jardim-fechado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jardim-fechado.blogspot.com/feeds/5126520799612682905/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11077708&amp;postID=5126520799612682905&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11077708/posts/default/5126520799612682905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11077708/posts/default/5126520799612682905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jardim-fechado.blogspot.com/2008/05/novamente-bateu-saudade-de-tudo-isso.html' title=''/><author><name>Susi, a Filha do Rei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12527054838826578153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KXQ0FIUS37U/Td6cySQOmYI/AAAAAAAACM4/CwZ0zlKMwe8/s220/sus.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11077708.post-10287168818112547</id><published>2007-10-13T11:19:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2007-11-15T10:45:42.906-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S0YgQhCKVws/Rxjb-VpT4YI/AAAAAAAAABE/jGoJa0LtH3E/s1600-h/jaaaaaaaack2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123086440142725506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S0YgQhCKVws/Rxjb-VpT4YI/AAAAAAAAABE/jGoJa0LtH3E/s320/jaaaaaaaack2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Fui impulsionada a postar. É que a Jack debutou e resolvi fazer uma comemoração relâmpago, devido ao tempo que consegui alugar no salão de festas e o pouco tempo que tive pra preparar as coisas. A Jack é na verdade Jaqueline, o nome veio da admiração do pai pela grande Jacqueline Kennedy. Ela acabou por ser ora admirável ora rebelde. A noite da festa, foi a noite mais fria do inverno paulistano 2007, os termômetros beiraram 4º graus aquela noite. Muitas das poucas pessoas convidadas não foram, devido a outros compromissos prévios. Mas quem pôde comparecer, foi suficiente para uma recepção super tranquila e aconchegante, apesar do clima das montanhas de Campos do Jordão. Ela que já é linda, apenas coloriu sua beleza em tom lilás, vaidosa estreando seu primeiro sapato de saltos altos, andava pra lá e pra cá, como se já andasse em cima deles à muito tempo. Demos muitas gargalhadas, quando deixou de lado a timidez e nos surpreendeu lendo sem tremer a voz quando foi chamada a frente pelo orador oficial da festa. O tema da leitura foi: "Coisas que aprendi neste 15 anos comendo chocolate". Valeu a pena ao esforço pra festa relâmpago. Foi um Debute que não teve tempo de prometer nada. E o mais importante é que ela saiu satisfeitíssima e eu super orgulhosa. Vale a pena conferir a beleza vestida de lilás. Beijo Jack, Que Deus a faça prosperar espiritual e material, te amo! Você é uma linda e rara jóia que Deus me deu de presente. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123089047187874210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S0YgQhCKVws/RxjeWFpT4aI/AAAAAAAAABU/TbB4ME-kXiY/s320/1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11077708-10287168818112547?l=jardim-fechado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jardim-fechado.blogspot.com/feeds/10287168818112547/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11077708&amp;postID=10287168818112547&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11077708/posts/default/10287168818112547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11077708/posts/default/10287168818112547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jardim-fechado.blogspot.com/2007/10/fui-impulsionada-postar.html' title=''/><author><name>Susi, a Filha do Rei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12527054838826578153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KXQ0FIUS37U/Td6cySQOmYI/AAAAAAAACM4/CwZ0zlKMwe8/s220/sus.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S0YgQhCKVws/Rxjb-VpT4YI/AAAAAAAAABE/jGoJa0LtH3E/s72-c/jaaaaaaaack2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11077708.post-2901470847734667586</id><published>2007-10-07T22:10:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-10-07T22:24:40.755-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sinto-me a lagarta virando borboleta do blog olhos de mar da Lú.&lt;br /&gt;Bateu saudade de tudo aqui, vim na net espiei alguns cantinhos e o que encontrei:&lt;br /&gt;Vacas espalhadas numa praia famosa, lagartas que viram borboletas, amor no ar...&lt;br /&gt;Acho que vou voltar.  Além da saudade, devo um post pra minha Jack que debutou no final de junho. Eu tô voltando,  podem se preparar. Grace não esqueço te rosto e o da Isa...saudades...&lt;br /&gt;Jôka não esqueço o tom rouco da tua voz virtual que eu criei rs nem do glamour de copa.  Rê não acredito em magia,  a saudade é mais forte. Alguém tem notícias da Diacui? o que terá acontecido com ela,&lt;br /&gt;encontrou a felicidade, ou se fechou deprimida no apto solitário?  Vou voltar, não vou marcar dia nem hora. Apenas vou voltar,  a qualquer dia a qualquer hora. Podem se preparar por que eu tô voltando. Beijo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11077708-2901470847734667586?l=jardim-fechado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jardim-fechado.blogspot.com/feeds/2901470847734667586/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11077708&amp;postID=2901470847734667586&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11077708/posts/default/2901470847734667586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11077708/posts/default/2901470847734667586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jardim-fechado.blogspot.com/2007/10/sinto-me-lagarta-virando-borboleta-do.html' title=''/><author><name>Susi, a Filha do Rei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12527054838826578153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KXQ0FIUS37U/Td6cySQOmYI/AAAAAAAACM4/CwZ0zlKMwe8/s220/sus.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
