<?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-6703685317744254303</id><updated>2012-01-01T21:40:08.360-03:00</updated><category term='Ano novo'/><category term='2009'/><category term='desejos'/><title type='text'>Um pedacinho de gente...</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pedacodegente.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6703685317744254303/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pedacodegente.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Camila Florêncio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15834259029759812251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pWfUHGNCzOc/SnntifflkhI/AAAAAAAAAOM/59Zpyai_ANs/S220/DSC00072.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>79</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6703685317744254303.post-858134597942177801</id><published>2009-11-19T11:50:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-11-19T11:51:26.729-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Todo dia ela faz tudo sempre igual...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Ela acorda todo dia à 6h19, depois de umas três ou quatro sonecas. Com a cara amassada toma o banho corrido, escova os dentes, veste a primeira roupa que está na frente. A calça, muitas vezes, insiste em ser a mesma vários dias da semana.  Normalmente ela erra a roupa. Frio em tempos de calor, e blusinhas de alça com o tempo frio.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Pega o lanche, joga na bolsa e sai. São três quarteirões ladeira abaixo, algumas vezes a passos rápidos. No ônibus, sempre apertado, a localização deve ser estratégica para sentar pelo menos um pouco. Fones de ouvidos trabalham com as mesmas músicas de sempre.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Sete horas. As deliciosas músicas dão espaço para o jornal da manhã. Desce do ônibus, e anda mais um pouco até o destino final – da manhã. Passos rápidos dão uma paradinha para a garrafinha ser abastecida de água.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Entra, liga o computador e a rotina começa – ou continua. Lê, transcreve, escreve, escreve, escreve, escreve... Ouve, assiste... Aprende! Muito!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Seis horas depois ela sai dali e, mesmo com o destino incerto, acaba sendo tudo igual. Casa, trabalhos e algumas vezes sono, concreto ou não.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;A “rotina noturna” começa às 17h com os preparativos, às 18h, o barulho da buzina  dá início à viagem. No destino, muita enrolação, aprendizado e alguns bons amigos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Já de volta, por volta de 23h30, o namoro de verdade se transforma em virtual por alguns 20 minutos. Assuntos colocados em dia e cama!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;No meio dessa rotina, na parte noturna de uma terça-feira, ela se vÊ cansada! Ela deseja mais força para fazer diferente e agir mais.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Ela se vê meio triste, meio frustrada e meio mais ou menos: o cabelo mais ou menos, a pele, o rosto e o corpo. Tudo mais ou menos. As férias – não acadêmicas – não existem. A possibilidade de uma viagem cada dia mais distante. O salário não deve ser comentado. O tempo para ler um livro é aquele dentro do ônibus – quando ela não se entrega ao cansaço e cochila – ou em salas de espera. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Mesmo assim, o desejo ode manter os sonhos e realizá-los estão ali, sempre por inteiro.&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/6703685317744254303-858134597942177801?l=pedacodegente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pedacodegente.blogspot.com/feeds/858134597942177801/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6703685317744254303&amp;postID=858134597942177801' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6703685317744254303/posts/default/858134597942177801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6703685317744254303/posts/default/858134597942177801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pedacodegente.blogspot.com/2009/11/todo-dia-ela-faz-tudo-sempre-igual.html' title='Todo dia ela faz tudo sempre igual...'/><author><name>Camila Florêncio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15834259029759812251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pWfUHGNCzOc/SnntifflkhI/AAAAAAAAAOM/59Zpyai_ANs/S220/DSC00072.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6703685317744254303.post-3314866023585087414</id><published>2009-11-09T20:55:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T21:04:52.747-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Eu só queria...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;...chegar em um lugar onde tivesse alguém me esperando!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não qualquer lugar, mas um lugar onde eu quisesse ficar com pessoas queridas, conhecer lugares, passar bons momentos. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Momentos bons o suficiente para que todos esses sonhos que insistem em atormentar meu sono não apareçam mais e que tudo de difícil que tem acontecido suma com eles!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Queria viajar, pra longe ou pra perto! Nesse exato momento, assumo que meu destino desejado é bem longe daqui.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Querendo demais? Imagina!&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/6703685317744254303-3314866023585087414?l=pedacodegente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pedacodegente.blogspot.com/feeds/3314866023585087414/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6703685317744254303&amp;postID=3314866023585087414' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6703685317744254303/posts/default/3314866023585087414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6703685317744254303/posts/default/3314866023585087414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pedacodegente.blogspot.com/2009/11/eu-so-queria.html' title='Eu só queria...'/><author><name>Camila Florêncio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15834259029759812251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pWfUHGNCzOc/SnntifflkhI/AAAAAAAAAOM/59Zpyai_ANs/S220/DSC00072.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6703685317744254303.post-4907497252977996784</id><published>2009-10-10T11:56:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T21:10:20.119-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Viciadinha nesses dois...</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/2j94JioBlLQ&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/2j94JioBlLQ&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&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/6703685317744254303-4907497252977996784?l=pedacodegente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pedacodegente.blogspot.com/feeds/4907497252977996784/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6703685317744254303&amp;postID=4907497252977996784' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6703685317744254303/posts/default/4907497252977996784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6703685317744254303/posts/default/4907497252977996784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pedacodegente.blogspot.com/2009/10/viciadinha-nesses-dois.html' title='Viciadinha nesses dois...'/><author><name>Camila Florêncio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15834259029759812251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pWfUHGNCzOc/SnntifflkhI/AAAAAAAAAOM/59Zpyai_ANs/S220/DSC00072.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6703685317744254303.post-11609613448553420</id><published>2009-10-05T23:31:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T23:32:37.798-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Diálogos de uma quinta-feira febril</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;N&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;a fila da C&amp;amp;A:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;- Qual a forma de pagamento?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;- Dinheiro?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;- Me empresta o CPF, por favor?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;- Oi? Como assim?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;- Vou ver se temos alguma promoção para você.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;- ¬¬ Não, obrigada!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;*****&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Esperando o ônibus:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;- Os anos passam voando, Né?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;- Eh...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;- Nossa, teve uma vez que eu tava na praia e tomei tanto sol que só fui lembrar do meu aniversário quatro dias depois... (gargalhadas)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&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/6703685317744254303-11609613448553420?l=pedacodegente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pedacodegente.blogspot.com/feeds/11609613448553420/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6703685317744254303&amp;postID=11609613448553420' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6703685317744254303/posts/default/11609613448553420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6703685317744254303/posts/default/11609613448553420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pedacodegente.blogspot.com/2009/10/dialogos-de-uma-quinta-feira-febril.html' title='Diálogos de uma quinta-feira febril'/><author><name>Camila Florêncio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15834259029759812251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pWfUHGNCzOc/SnntifflkhI/AAAAAAAAAOM/59Zpyai_ANs/S220/DSC00072.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6703685317744254303.post-8600844889751851062</id><published>2009-09-27T14:56:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T15:00:43.966-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Eh... Talvez eu seja sim uma pessoa sem planos certos para a vida e o futuro! E dizer que não tenho muitos planos certos não significa que não tenho sonhos... Porque esses sim eu tenho até sobrando!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Eu tento... Penso e repenso... Mas é colocar tudo no papel, ou na tela, que dá vontade de chorar!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Tô tentando dar o primeiro passo. Só espero que meus sonhos não se tornem 'menores' ou menos intensos ao se encontrarem com a realidade planejada!&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/6703685317744254303-8600844889751851062?l=pedacodegente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pedacodegente.blogspot.com/feeds/8600844889751851062/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6703685317744254303&amp;postID=8600844889751851062' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6703685317744254303/posts/default/8600844889751851062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6703685317744254303/posts/default/8600844889751851062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pedacodegente.blogspot.com/2009/09/eh.html' title=''/><author><name>Camila Florêncio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15834259029759812251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pWfUHGNCzOc/SnntifflkhI/AAAAAAAAAOM/59Zpyai_ANs/S220/DSC00072.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6703685317744254303.post-5754059674410694981</id><published>2009-09-19T22:10:00.006-03:00</published><updated>2009-09-19T22:34:04.786-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pWfUHGNCzOc/SrWETuyYoII/AAAAAAAAAO0/Bqk7hF0QSqo/s1600-h/DSC00612.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/_pWfUHGNCzOc/SrWETuyYoII/AAAAAAAAAO0/Bqk7hF0QSqo/s400/DSC00612.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383354404103037058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;E o dia começou com um sonho bom... Muito bom! O melhor é, saber que vai ser realizado em nove meses! ;) Não... Eu não estou grávida!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Apesar do calor em excesso, o dia foi de paz. De família reunida sem brigas, o que é quase milagre. Companhia da minha vó, que estava ótima, tbm foi muito boa... Como aquela veinha é venenosa e inocente, ao mesmo tempo! "O que a gente tá fazendo aqui? Pra ver gente a gente sentava na porta do mercado e não passava esse calor todo."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;É muito difícil, mas estamos conseguindo rir da sua memória falha! Dos nomes que ela esquece, da casa que ela mora há pouco tempo e dos vizinhos que ela jura que não conhece. Foi bom ver pelo menos um pedaço da família ali, reunida em torno dela! Linda...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pWfUHGNCzOc/SrWCwGaWM0I/AAAAAAAAAOs/amdViC3U8Go/s1600-h/DSC00607.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pWfUHGNCzOc/SrWCwGaWM0I/AAAAAAAAAOs/amdViC3U8Go/s400/DSC00607.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383352692457747266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Porém, foi difícil descobrir que aquele primo que eu não gostava de pequeno, pela chatice, está com problemas de verdade. Uma criança que, devido à depressão pós-parto da mãe foi rejeitada, não amamentou e sempre teve muitos conflitos ao redor. Muito triste... E a cara do meu pai de tristeza pelo irmão mais novo foi o pior.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;O dia também foi de conversa! E das boas... Ouvir tuuuudo aquilo que estou cansada de saber de outra pessoa é diferente. E com um olhar direto e a percepção de uma vontade de fazer a diferença! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Amanhã, muitos planjos... Encontrinho básico com Deus, clube, fazer uma graça pra mamis e lavar o carro e, quem sabe, rever um certo alguém que fez o favor de incluir nesta lista de "como foi o meu dia" muita saudade... E invejinha também!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;So, this is it! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Looking for better days!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Update: PRECISO aprender a cantar pra fazer isso no meu casamento!&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/6703685317744254303-5754059674410694981?l=pedacodegente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pedacodegente.blogspot.com/feeds/5754059674410694981/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6703685317744254303&amp;postID=5754059674410694981' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6703685317744254303/posts/default/5754059674410694981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6703685317744254303/posts/default/5754059674410694981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pedacodegente.blogspot.com/2009/09/e-o-dia-comecou-com-um-sonho-bom.html' title=''/><author><name>Camila Florêncio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15834259029759812251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pWfUHGNCzOc/SnntifflkhI/AAAAAAAAAOM/59Zpyai_ANs/S220/DSC00072.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pWfUHGNCzOc/SrWETuyYoII/AAAAAAAAAO0/Bqk7hF0QSqo/s72-c/DSC00612.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6703685317744254303.post-6504285942742337187</id><published>2009-08-25T15:34:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T15:47:13.580-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: 13px; "&gt;Não, professor... Não estamos nos deliciando e também não estamos nem um pouco animados/empolgados em fazer uma pauta que exige um personagem que só é encontrado três vezes (no máximo) por ano... Ou alguém por aí anda roubando coisas por desespero e sai contando pra todo mundo?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;Hoje eu estou ácida e preguiçosa!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;E muito puta por não poder estar deitada na minha cama quentinha... E olha que estou centimetros longe dela!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;Voltando para a cruel realidade, vamos lá... Fazer pauta pra uma coisa que eu não gosto pra ser avaliada por alguém que tem um ? na testa! Fazer matéria que exige personagem, sem presonagem! E me estressar um pocuo com o projeto experimental. Mas, disso tudo aí, esse pelo menos eu sei que vai valer a pena...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;Chega de resmungar por hoje... Porque o tempo ruge e a sapucaí é grande!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;PS: Tardes mais produtivas agora que Senhora do Destino acabou (e deixou saudades).&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/6703685317744254303-6504285942742337187?l=pedacodegente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pedacodegente.blogspot.com/feeds/6504285942742337187/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6703685317744254303&amp;postID=6504285942742337187' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6703685317744254303/posts/default/6504285942742337187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6703685317744254303/posts/default/6504285942742337187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pedacodegente.blogspot.com/2009/08/nao-professor.html' title=''/><author><name>Camila Florêncio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15834259029759812251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pWfUHGNCzOc/SnntifflkhI/AAAAAAAAAOM/59Zpyai_ANs/S220/DSC00072.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6703685317744254303.post-6097931993789245664</id><published>2009-08-17T15:29:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T15:41:53.278-03:00</updated><title type='text'>A resposta...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style=" border-collapse: collapse;  font-family:arial;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 10pt; margin-left: 0in; text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:'comic sans ms';font-size:130%;color:#CC0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:16px;"&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center;line-height:normal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#C0C0C0;"&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center;line-height:normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;color:#D9D9D9;mso-themecolor:background1;mso-themeshade:217; mso-fareast-language:PT-BR"&gt;Ha muuuuitos anos….eu pedia muito para minha mãe uma irmazinha...mas tinha que ser irmãzinha...se fosse irmãozinho não servia... depois de muita insistência....no dia 17 de agosto de 1988 ganhei minha irmãzinha de presente... quase de aniversario...um presente 17 dias atrasado...mas tava valendo... sabe qdo vc ganha aquela boneca dos seus sonhos....que sorri, chora...enfim.....ganhei minha boneca...curti todos os momentos possíveis com essa bonequinha... troquei fralda, dei comidinha, vestia do jeito que eu queria, o cabelo então, milhões de marias chiquinhas....rsss... a primeira vez que dormiu no meu colo.... lembro ate hoje...mas enfim.... para minha surpresa...a bonequinha começou a crescer... e criar vida própria....falar, chorar de verdade!!! O pior....escolher que roupa vestir e como fazer o cabelo...nessa hora....eu comecei a perceber que estava perdendo a minha boneca... foi meio assustador...mas fui acostumando também...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center;line-height:normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;color:#D9D9D9;mso-themecolor:background1;mso-themeshade:217; mso-fareast-language:PT-BR"&gt;Já passamos por muitas.. sair praticamente voando da escola para ir buscar na escolinha, um trajeto que uma pessoa normal ia levar meia hora eu tinha que fazer em 10 minutos, pq a escola ia fechar, a professora nao podia ficar....blabla...mas tudo bem....fiz isso uns 3 anos!! E sem reclamar!!! Pq depois da escola, para ir para casa íamos passeando pelo bairro....acho que conhecemos cada pedacinho do bairro...rsss... o pior e qdo alguém parava e perguntava se vc era minha filha....não e minha boneca...não ta vendo???? E ela que ja falava, e pelos cotovelos, falava sim...ela e minha mae!!! Foi qdo surgiu o tal de irmãe....rssss... que eu preferia...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center;line-height:normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;color:#D9D9D9;mso-themecolor:background1;mso-themeshade:217; mso-fareast-language:PT-BR"&gt;Saiu da escolinha, foi para a  escola grande... agora alem de falar sabia ler e escrever....agora sim....perdi minha bonequinha para o mundo....dai foi um pulo...  começou a ter amigos, depois namorados... sim... namorados...pq ate achar o certo....nossa.....já aguentei muito choro!!!! Porque pela mae...so poderia começar a namorar com 170 anos de idade!!!! Rsss....&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center;line-height:normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;color:#D9D9D9;mso-themecolor:background1;mso-themeshade:217; mso-fareast-language:PT-BR"&gt;Hj minha bonequinha, ou meu bebe.... ta de verdade de maior!!! Mulher feita.... qdo vc chegou la em casa, ninguém tinha me falado que vc iria crescer!!! E crescer tanto!!! Não veio com instrucoes... principalmente para quando chegasse aos 21 anos!!!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center;line-height:normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;color:#D9D9D9;mso-themecolor:background1;mso-themeshade:217; mso-fareast-language:PT-BR"&gt;Hj a unica coisa que eu sei e que te amo...de uma forma que so uma irmãe mesmo poderia amar... do nosso jeito mesmo... hj estamos a distancia...sim..eu sei...tenho perdido muita coisa aqui.... e tb me assustado muito.... por exemplo nunca imaginaria que vc um dia teria um dom tao lindo como esse que vc tem...o de escrever... para quem so lia um unico livro a vida inteira.... (Amor de verão, lembra?). As vezes vc deve ter odio de mim, por eu estar aqui....e não ai... mas como ja te disse cada um segue um caminho.....o meu por enquanto ta me levando para ca... amanhã eu não sei onde vou estar....&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center;line-height:normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;color:#D9D9D9;mso-themecolor:background1;mso-themeshade:217; mso-fareast-language:PT-BR"&gt;Mas a única certeza que eu tenho....e que eu tenho uma família que eu amo, uma irmã linda que eh e sempre vai ser meu objetivo de vida....e que ha 21 anos eu peguei no colo pela primeira vez....e eu não sei  se vc sabe....mas a única vez que eu não tive festa de aniversario foi por sua causa.... pq vc já estava para nascer.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center;line-height:normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;color:#D9D9D9;mso-themecolor:background1;mso-themeshade:217; mso-fareast-language:PT-BR"&gt;Mas mesmo assim, eu posso dizer que eu sou uma pessoa realizada.... eu posso dizer com o peito aberto... que meus pais me deram quando eu tinha 10 nos de idade...uma boneca que chorava de verdade!!! Rssss&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center;line-height:normal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;mso-fareast-Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-fareast-language:PT-BRfont-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:10.0pt;color:black;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/6703685317744254303-6097931993789245664?l=pedacodegente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pedacodegente.blogspot.com/feeds/6097931993789245664/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6703685317744254303&amp;postID=6097931993789245664' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6703685317744254303/posts/default/6097931993789245664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6703685317744254303/posts/default/6097931993789245664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pedacodegente.blogspot.com/2009/08/resposta.html' title='A resposta...'/><author><name>Camila Florêncio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15834259029759812251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pWfUHGNCzOc/SnntifflkhI/AAAAAAAAAOM/59Zpyai_ANs/S220/DSC00072.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6703685317744254303.post-2694674048232377990</id><published>2009-08-03T15:20:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T15:38:15.230-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Obrigada pela mensagem...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;"Obrigada pela mensagem..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Foi essa frase que me fez passar boa parte do final de semana pensando na minha vida e no que tenho e sou hoje. Infelizmente cheguei a algumas conclusões não muito positivas. Porém, importantes para tomar algumas atitudes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Percebi que sou presa demais no meu passado. Meus posts nostálgicos que o digam... Então, decidi deixar o passado onde está. Ele deve vir a minha memória apenas naqueles momentos de descobrimento de quem eu sou, de onde eu vim e do que me tornei.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Vou cuidar mais da minha saúde, alimentação,  independência... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;Cuidar mais dos meus estudos, independente de quem queria ou não...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Quero aproveitar mais meus dias, meus finais de semana e as pessoas que tenho e gosto... Meus amigos, poucos e bons!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;E cheguei a todas essas conclusões porque descobri que tenho poucos planos pra minha vida por N motivos. Medo de não conseguir? Comodismo?  Não sei... Mas como tenho uma vida muito incerta, vou começar do que é pequeno e do que depende apenas de mim e da minha força de vontade. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6703685317744254303-2694674048232377990?l=pedacodegente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pedacodegente.blogspot.com/feeds/2694674048232377990/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6703685317744254303&amp;postID=2694674048232377990' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6703685317744254303/posts/default/2694674048232377990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6703685317744254303/posts/default/2694674048232377990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pedacodegente.blogspot.com/2009/08/obrigada-pela-mensagem.html' title='Obrigada pela mensagem...'/><author><name>Camila Florêncio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15834259029759812251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pWfUHGNCzOc/SnntifflkhI/AAAAAAAAAOM/59Zpyai_ANs/S220/DSC00072.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6703685317744254303.post-9071111900621868528</id><published>2009-08-01T00:01:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-08-05T15:35:09.013-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Te amo com a certeza de que irá voltar...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pWfUHGNCzOc/SnOapYFLjUI/AAAAAAAAAOE/YgIdLH1Ljns/s1600-h/torta+pregui%C3%A7a+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 274px; " src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pWfUHGNCzOc/SnOapYFLjUI/AAAAAAAAAOE/YgIdLH1Ljns/s400/torta+pregui%C3%A7a+005.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364801616757886274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;E então, certo dia, dormi chorando achando que você ia para os Estados Unidos! Você tinha acabado de formar na Funec e o papai queria te mandar nem que fosse dentro de uma mala. Eu, criança, imaginei vc de verdade dentro de uma indo pra casa do Luizinho. Graças a Deus, mamãe foi firme e não permitiu isso...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pWfUHGNCzOc/SnOZFTlPnoI/AAAAAAAAANM/uRQGdr-wpTg/s1600-h/torta+pregui%C3%A7a+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 306px; " src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pWfUHGNCzOc/SnOZFTlPnoI/AAAAAAAAANM/uRQGdr-wpTg/s400/torta+pregui%C3%A7a+002.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364799897563274882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;... Não antes de você fazer faculdade! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Alguns anos depois - uns sete? - formada como administradora, a ideia foi ir para a Inglaterra. "Mais uma vez" se tornou a música tema da sua vida e aquela que nos lembra você até hoje! Tudo deu errado e passou a dar certo pra outro lado... Então, as mesmas lágrimas caíram quando você entrou naquele ônibus. Essa data sei exatamente: 22 de fevereiro de 2005 - Quatro anos e cinco meses atrás.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pWfUHGNCzOc/SnOZF8Vh0vI/AAAAAAAAANs/aNPU7JO5YJY/s1600-h/torta+pregui%C3%A7a+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pWfUHGNCzOc/SnOZF8Vh0vI/AAAAAAAAANs/aNPU7JO5YJY/s400/torta+pregui%C3%A7a+001.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364799908503212786" style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 306px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Desde então, certas coisas pequenas para os outros, passaram a ter um significado muito maior na minha vida. Infelizmente, no passado. E, quem sabe, no futuro?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Sinto saudade de dividir minhas festas com você. De ter 10 das suas 20 rosas, 7 das 17, 8 das 18...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Sinto saudade de quando você amarrava a pontinha do meu lençol pra ter certeza que você foi ali me dar um beijo, mesmo depois de trabalhar o dia todo e estudar a noite! Sempre a última da van...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Sinto saudade da sua comida, a única que consegue ser gostosa igual da mamãe... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Do colo que você me dava quando a mamãe, sempre ela, não deixava eu namorar os carinhas que eu "amava para sempre"....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pWfUHGNCzOc/SnOZFa94UmI/AAAAAAAAANU/GCViq0PKLlM/s1600-h/torta+pregui%C3%A7a+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pWfUHGNCzOc/SnOZFa94UmI/AAAAAAAAANU/GCViq0PKLlM/s400/torta+pregui%C3%A7a+006.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364799899545653858" style="text-align: justify; display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 274px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Sinto saudade de ir pra feira hippie com você, rodar ela inteira e gastar até o último centavo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Sinto saudades de viajar confortável esparramada no seu colo, enquanto você ficava espremida no canto...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Saudades de ter você nas fotos das placas em viagens...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pWfUHGNCzOc/SnOZFkUy0hI/AAAAAAAAANc/9hol9Axm2PE/s1600-h/torta+pregui%C3%A7a+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pWfUHGNCzOc/SnOZFkUy0hI/AAAAAAAAANc/9hol9Axm2PE/s400/torta+pregui%C3%A7a+003.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364799902057681426" style="text-align: justify; display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 306px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pWfUHGNCzOc/SnOZFa94UmI/AAAAAAAAANU/GCViq0PKLlM/s1600-h/torta+pregui%C3%A7a+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pWfUHGNCzOc/SnOZFa94UmI/AAAAAAAAANU/GCViq0PKLlM/s1600-h/torta+pregui%C3%A7a+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pWfUHGNCzOc/SnOZFa94UmI/AAAAAAAAANU/GCViq0PKLlM/s1600-h/torta+pregui%C3%A7a+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Saudades de te irritar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Saudades de te chamar de mãe, quando você me buscava na escola...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Sinto saudade de roubar os anjos do seu quarto. Agora estão todos lá, nem tem maios graça...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Saudades de quando você chorou de rir, mas estava ali, quando tentei cantar "Bem que se quis" pra mamãe...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Saudades dos cartões de aniversário...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Sinto saudades de sempre te acompanhar nas festas dos seus amigos... E de sentir pavor com as histórias contadas!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pWfUHGNCzOc/SnOafffiSBI/AAAAAAAAAN8/NnnjmQgznk0/s1600-h/torta+pregui%C3%A7a+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pWfUHGNCzOc/SnOafffiSBI/AAAAAAAAAN8/NnnjmQgznk0/s400/torta+pregui%C3%A7a+007.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364801446948784146" style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 299px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Talvez eu não consiga transparecer, mas a coisa que eu e todos mais desejamos é que você seja feliz, seja lá onde for. Porém, essa sua busca pela felicidade tem tirado um pedaço de nós e de nossa alegria completa...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Sua ida, sua busca, deixam saudades de coisas que nem aconteceram. Vontade de que essas coisas estivessem na lista acima, no futuro. Você me viu nascer e crescer, Caroline. Mas esteve longe em alguns dos momentos mais importantes da minha vida, até então. Faculdade. van - realmente é a segunda melhor coisa da faculdade - namorado, conquistas... Queria que você estivesse aqui, ao meu lado! Para me dar o seu colo e a sua ajuda. E como eu precisei!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pWfUHGNCzOc/SnOZF6v8g3I/AAAAAAAAANk/de4AWbXPCSo/s1600-h/torta+pregui%C3%A7a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pWfUHGNCzOc/SnOZF6v8g3I/AAAAAAAAANk/de4AWbXPCSo/s400/torta+pregui%C3%A7a.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364799908077142898" style="text-align: justify; display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 319px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Mas hoje, Carolzinha, seu aniversário, eu desejo que Deus ilumine sua mente e sua vida! Que você seja feliz fazendo aquilo que desejar, onde você for melhor acolhida.Vou manter as ameaças de que você pode ficar sem irmã caso não volte até minha formatura, mas você sempre vai ser minha melhor amiga, minha melhor irMÃE e a maior e melhor ligação que terei do meu passado, no futuro!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Eu te amo e desejo que você tenha um dia feliz e um ano e desejos realizados....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Feliz aniversário!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pWfUHGNCzOc/SnOaPTBPBXI/AAAAAAAAAN0/cfJRN9fpX8M/s1600-h/torta+pregui%C3%A7a+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pWfUHGNCzOc/SnOaPTBPBXI/AAAAAAAAAN0/cfJRN9fpX8M/s400/torta+pregui%C3%A7a+008.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364801168722560370" style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 299px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Saudade até dói...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Beijos!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="  font-style: italic; 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LINE-HEIGHT: normal; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:7;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:48;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:7;"&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: normal; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Arial','sans-serif'; mso-fareast-: PT-BRfont-family:'Times New Roman';font-size:10;color:black;"   &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Quando criança, não me lembro de sonhar - dormindo ou acordada - com o príncipe encantado! Na verdade, acho que nunca acreditei nele. Tinha a capacidade de me derreter assistindo "O jardim secreto", e mesmo assim manter os pés no chão. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: normal; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Fui crescendo e o pensamento continuou o mesmo. Aos poucos, fui descobrindo que precisava sim de estar apaixonada para estar feliz. Apaixonada pelos meus amigos, apaixonada “pra sempre” pelo meu namoradinho de três meses... Apaixonada! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: normal; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Há quatro anos, devido exatamente a esta data (dois dias depois), eu me apaixonei. Tá, eu não sabia disso ainda, mas meu coração bateu mais forte. Encontrei uma pessoa com tudo aquilo que eu não procurava, mas o destino "encontrou" por mim. Sim, só pode ter sido o destino! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: normal; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Brincadeiras, um fotolog, fotos, e-mail, msn... Como diz Lulu Santos, quis evitar seus olhos mas não pude reagir. E deu nisso: estamos juntos! Você me tirou de uma história infeliz e trouxe mais cor e muito mais paixão pra minha vida! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: normal; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Hoje, não precisamos provar nada para ninguém, nem para nós mesmos. Sinto cada vez mais que somos dois corações batendo como um só. E a sua dor, dói também em mim, não se esqueça! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: normal; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Sou feliz com você e me orgulho de quem você tem se tornado. A cada dificuldade, a cada tombo, a cada obstáculo... E, acima de bons amantes, me orgulho de sermos grandes amigos. Como diz a música abaixo, &lt;i&gt;You're part time lover and full time friend&lt;/i&gt;... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: normal; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Bem, meu &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;amor&lt;/span&gt;, desejo a você que o &lt;b&gt;seu&lt;/b&gt; ano, que começa nesse dia, seja muito especial e com muitas conquistas. Quando precisar de alguma coisa, em qualquer momento, bom ou ruim, olhe para o seu lado, pois eu sempre estarei lá! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: normal; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;“Não importa o lugar, desde que estejamos juntos!” &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: normal; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Feliz aniversário!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: normal; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Te amo muito! Beijos...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: normal; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: normal; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="340" height="285"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/nBDbUVXXp-U&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;color2=0xcd311b&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/nBDbUVXXp-U&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;color2=0xcd311b&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="340" height="285"&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/6703685317744254303-2033472180830371610?l=pedacodegente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pedacodegente.blogspot.com/feeds/2033472180830371610/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6703685317744254303&amp;postID=2033472180830371610' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6703685317744254303/posts/default/2033472180830371610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6703685317744254303/posts/default/2033472180830371610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pedacodegente.blogspot.com/2009/07/anyone-else-but-you.html' title='Anyone else but you...'/><author><name>Camila Florêncio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15834259029759812251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pWfUHGNCzOc/SnntifflkhI/AAAAAAAAAOM/59Zpyai_ANs/S220/DSC00072.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6703685317744254303.post-3015343757710210859</id><published>2009-07-24T18:24:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T18:37:41.671-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Férias?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Férias? What the hell is that?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Rumo ao terceiro ano seguido sem conhecer o que essa palavra significa!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;O motivo é nobre: Muito trabalho, muito aprendizado e garantia do mínimo de experiência para ajudar a enfrentar o pânico do mercado de trabalho.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;Saudades das viagens em família pro &lt;i&gt;Espitusantu&lt;/i&gt;, quintalzinho aqui de &lt;i&gt;Mins&lt;/i&gt;. De como eu sempre voltava branca e mesmo assim ardendo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;Lembro exatamente de um dia, ali na salinha de TV do hotel de Marataízes, que uma menina me perguntou com uma inocencia que não sei se existe hoje em criança: Vc é menina ou menino? E eu, sem me sentir ofendida, com meu cabelo curtinho de "nuca abatida" respondi que era menina! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;Foi também nesse dia que vivi a maior aventura da minha vida até então: Sai do hotel, sozinha com essa amiguinha relâmpago, fui no outro quarteirão pra comprar estalinhos! Com o "armamento" em mãos, espalhamos vários deles pelo passeio e ríamos de chorar quando alguém pisava e se assustava! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;Lembro também da lanchonete de lá, onde todos os sanduíches tinham nome de personagens. O meu favorito era o da Margarida, namorada do Pato Donalds.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;Saudades do apartamento do padrinho em Jacaraípe. De passar as tardes jogando mau-mau com amigos feitos ali, na hora! Saudades da família completa...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&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/6703685317744254303-3015343757710210859?l=pedacodegente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pedacodegente.blogspot.com/feeds/3015343757710210859/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6703685317744254303&amp;postID=3015343757710210859' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6703685317744254303/posts/default/3015343757710210859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6703685317744254303/posts/default/3015343757710210859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pedacodegente.blogspot.com/2009/07/ferias.html' title='Férias?'/><author><name>Camila Florêncio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15834259029759812251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pWfUHGNCzOc/SnntifflkhI/AAAAAAAAAOM/59Zpyai_ANs/S220/DSC00072.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6703685317744254303.post-4243280939595882286</id><published>2009-06-19T16:52:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T17:04:46.971-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Nostalgia (?)!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foram dias na medida, para não dizer perfeitos!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Sabe quando tudo tem um começo certinho, um desenrolar arrumado e não tem fim? Pois é... Não teve fim porque ficou na memória! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;As coisas simplesmente aconteceram... Os planos não vieram, mas os desejos foram muitos!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;E hoje, seis meses depois, vejo que eu consegui realizar muitos deles...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Mas, infelizmente, não todos... Talvez não veio um dos que eu mais desejava!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Daqueles dias, sinto falta do lugar. Do cheiro. Das pessoas. Do meu cabelo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Sinto falta da certeza e de um tratamento que parece que se arrastaram tanto nesse tempo que deixou pedaços pra trás. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;E o engraçado - para não dizer outra coisa - é que parece que só eu tenho essa impressão. E sentir isso, parece que atrai o oposto. Parece que o medo e a vontade de ter cuidado para não deixar mais nenhuma migalha ficou em mim! Só em mim. Às vezes, parece até pirraça!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pWfUHGNCzOc/SjvuYR5H13I/AAAAAAAAAHc/eNPrCv5uLak/s1600-h/DSC08014.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pWfUHGNCzOc/SjvuYR5H13I/AAAAAAAAAHc/eNPrCv5uLak/s400/DSC08014.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349131083319859058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Semi-descabelada, pensando em como conquistar o mundo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&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/6703685317744254303-4243280939595882286?l=pedacodegente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pedacodegente.blogspot.com/feeds/4243280939595882286/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6703685317744254303&amp;postID=4243280939595882286' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6703685317744254303/posts/default/4243280939595882286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6703685317744254303/posts/default/4243280939595882286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pedacodegente.blogspot.com/2009/06/nostalgia.html' title='Nostalgia (?)!'/><author><name>Camila Florêncio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15834259029759812251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pWfUHGNCzOc/SnntifflkhI/AAAAAAAAAOM/59Zpyai_ANs/S220/DSC00072.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pWfUHGNCzOc/SjvuYR5H13I/AAAAAAAAAHc/eNPrCv5uLak/s72-c/DSC08014.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6703685317744254303.post-6464643362455379087</id><published>2009-06-15T17:49:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T17:51:16.420-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>O medo tá aqui e não quer ir embora...&lt;div&gt;Sua frieza me apavora! Mas a vontade de fazer dar certo supera tudo isso!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6703685317744254303-6464643362455379087?l=pedacodegente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pedacodegente.blogspot.com/feeds/6464643362455379087/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6703685317744254303&amp;postID=6464643362455379087' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6703685317744254303/posts/default/6464643362455379087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6703685317744254303/posts/default/6464643362455379087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pedacodegente.blogspot.com/2009/06/o-medo-ta-aqui-e-nao-quer-ir-embora.html' title=''/><author><name>Camila Florêncio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15834259029759812251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pWfUHGNCzOc/SnntifflkhI/AAAAAAAAAOM/59Zpyai_ANs/S220/DSC00072.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6703685317744254303.post-2542553448281821146</id><published>2009-05-30T00:26:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T00:29:05.312-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Tenho tido mil ideias de coisas pra postar aqui...&lt;div&gt;Vontade de escrever de coisas que não tenha sangue, lágrimas, economia e política!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Necessidade enorme de passar pra essa tela em branco um pouco do que estou descobrindo, pra ver se consigo entender...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6703685317744254303-2542553448281821146?l=pedacodegente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pedacodegente.blogspot.com/feeds/2542553448281821146/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6703685317744254303&amp;postID=2542553448281821146' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6703685317744254303/posts/default/2542553448281821146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6703685317744254303/posts/default/2542553448281821146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pedacodegente.blogspot.com/2009/05/tenho-tido-mil-ideias-de-coisas-pra.html' title=''/><author><name>Camila Florêncio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15834259029759812251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pWfUHGNCzOc/SnntifflkhI/AAAAAAAAAOM/59Zpyai_ANs/S220/DSC00072.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6703685317744254303.post-8001735995511470803</id><published>2009-05-10T19:36:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T19:45:44.761-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pWfUHGNCzOc/SgdZAuy3TMI/AAAAAAAAAHU/q6SyGRLx3_Q/s1600-h/Foto+037.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/_pWfUHGNCzOc/SgdZAuy3TMI/AAAAAAAAAHU/q6SyGRLx3_Q/s400/Foto+037.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334330152739884226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;É engraçado como uma pessoa tem o poder de nos tirar as palavras quando se tem tanto a dizer sobre ela.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Em uma das poucos twittadas de hoje, disse apenas que hoje foi um dia estranho...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Na verdade, acredito que foi mais um dia com muitos sentimentos!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hoje, não tenho mais 100% da minha mãe. E hoje, acho que pela primeira vez ela falou sobre isso. Ela se permitiu mostrar sua fraqueza... E esse excesso de sentimentos é graças a uma pessoa que nos enche de outros muitos sentimentos...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Amor!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Brigas!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Raiva!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Torcida!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Saudades!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Saudades!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Saudades...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mãe, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;você não vai ler isso. Por você sinto orgulho! Em você, vejo um espelho de características que eu já tenho e de muitas outras coisas que eu quero ter... Quem me dera conseguir chegar pelo menos perto de ser quem você é!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Te amo, mãe!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Por tudo que você é... Por tudo que você faz por mim e por todos....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E apesar do que a gente acaba recebendo de retorno, tudo vale a pena! Pq eu sei que Deus está sempre do nosso lado...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6703685317744254303-8001735995511470803?l=pedacodegente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pedacodegente.blogspot.com/feeds/8001735995511470803/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6703685317744254303&amp;postID=8001735995511470803' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6703685317744254303/posts/default/8001735995511470803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6703685317744254303/posts/default/8001735995511470803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pedacodegente.blogspot.com/2009/05/e-engracado-como-uma-pessoa-tem-o-poder.html' title=''/><author><name>Camila Florêncio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15834259029759812251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pWfUHGNCzOc/SnntifflkhI/AAAAAAAAAOM/59Zpyai_ANs/S220/DSC00072.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pWfUHGNCzOc/SgdZAuy3TMI/AAAAAAAAAHU/q6SyGRLx3_Q/s72-c/Foto+037.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6703685317744254303.post-7678668450376148155</id><published>2009-05-03T22:55:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T22:57:08.138-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>O horário de levantar será, mais ou menos, 6 da matina!&lt;div&gt;Pra quem me conhece, sabe que isso é um insulto!!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mas, a culpa é minha que procurei isso... Que fui atrás de um sonho. E consegui!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Agora, espero que eu consiga  atender expectativas: as minhas e as dos outros...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Que seja realmente aquilo que eu espero... E olha que eu espero muito!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Espero que, mesmo acordando de madrugada, eu seja feliz!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Obrigada, Deus! Prometo não decepcionar, mas continuo contando con sua luz...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6703685317744254303-7678668450376148155?l=pedacodegente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pedacodegente.blogspot.com/feeds/7678668450376148155/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6703685317744254303&amp;postID=7678668450376148155' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6703685317744254303/posts/default/7678668450376148155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6703685317744254303/posts/default/7678668450376148155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pedacodegente.blogspot.com/2009/05/o-horario-de-levantar-sera-mais-ou.html' title=''/><author><name>Camila Florêncio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15834259029759812251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pWfUHGNCzOc/SnntifflkhI/AAAAAAAAAOM/59Zpyai_ANs/S220/DSC00072.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6703685317744254303.post-4195425148609061881</id><published>2009-04-26T22:46:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T23:00:21.289-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Sem palavras...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pWfUHGNCzOc/SfURg3v3hkI/AAAAAAAAAHM/R_Qekb7sz6E/s1600-h/DSC09247.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pWfUHGNCzOc/SfURg3v3hkI/AAAAAAAAAHM/R_Qekb7sz6E/s400/DSC09247.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329184990481057346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pWfUHGNCzOc/SfURgsJMtwI/AAAAAAAAAHE/450J0QTc6kU/s1600-h/DSC09155.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pWfUHGNCzOc/SfURgsJMtwI/AAAAAAAAAHE/450J0QTc6kU/s400/DSC09155.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329184987366078210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pWfUHGNCzOc/SfURgcW4A6I/AAAAAAAAAG8/ymS-1u_yEss/s1600-h/DSC09206.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/_pWfUHGNCzOc/SfURgcW4A6I/AAAAAAAAAG8/ymS-1u_yEss/s400/DSC09206.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329184983128474530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pWfUHGNCzOc/SfURgNK55uI/AAAAAAAAAG0/sd6vjLLZ97Q/s1600-h/DSC09080.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/_pWfUHGNCzOc/SfURgNK55uI/AAAAAAAAAG0/sd6vjLLZ97Q/s400/DSC09080.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329184979051734754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pWfUHGNCzOc/SfURf4UiZrI/AAAAAAAAAGs/4vqLcravvW0/s1600-h/DSC09066.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/_pWfUHGNCzOc/SfURf4UiZrI/AAAAAAAAAGs/4vqLcravvW0/s400/DSC09066.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329184973454993074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6703685317744254303-4195425148609061881?l=pedacodegente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pedacodegente.blogspot.com/feeds/4195425148609061881/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6703685317744254303&amp;postID=4195425148609061881' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6703685317744254303/posts/default/4195425148609061881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6703685317744254303/posts/default/4195425148609061881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pedacodegente.blogspot.com/2009/04/sem-palavras.html' title='Sem palavras...'/><author><name>Camila Florêncio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15834259029759812251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pWfUHGNCzOc/SnntifflkhI/AAAAAAAAAOM/59Zpyai_ANs/S220/DSC00072.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pWfUHGNCzOc/SfURg3v3hkI/AAAAAAAAAHM/R_Qekb7sz6E/s72-c/DSC09247.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6703685317744254303.post-6597982295879408531</id><published>2009-04-14T19:17:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T19:25:19.235-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Agora são seis...</title><content type='html'>"E a qualidade de vida que eu vou ter e você não?", foi o que eu respondi, em tom de brincadeira. Mas, será? &lt;div&gt;O primeiro dia dessa experiência - mesmo sendo atípico - está sendo produtivo! Blogs atualizados, trabalhos colocados em dia... Cama e companhia da minha mãe!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Vamos ver o que vai dar... Se o tempo não for perdido no trânsito, será melhor. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;De qualquer forma, que pelo menos venha a carteira!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;PS1: Na melhor definição possível, descobri hoje que sou um post!! Valeu &lt;a href="http://twitter.com/natcordova"&gt;Cocovinha&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;PS2: Tem sido mais fácil me encontrar &lt;a href="http://twitter.com/camilaflorencio"&gt;aqui&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/6703685317744254303-6597982295879408531?l=pedacodegente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pedacodegente.blogspot.com/feeds/6597982295879408531/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6703685317744254303&amp;postID=6597982295879408531' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6703685317744254303/posts/default/6597982295879408531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6703685317744254303/posts/default/6597982295879408531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pedacodegente.blogspot.com/2009/04/agora-sao-seis.html' title='Agora são seis...'/><author><name>Camila Florêncio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15834259029759812251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pWfUHGNCzOc/SnntifflkhI/AAAAAAAAAOM/59Zpyai_ANs/S220/DSC00072.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6703685317744254303.post-1134216044277327322</id><published>2009-04-07T20:03:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T20:06:26.352-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Foi tão bom chegar no trabalho hoje e receber parabéns pelo dia do jornalaista! =)&lt;div&gt;(Achando que isso aqui é twitter)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6703685317744254303-1134216044277327322?l=pedacodegente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pedacodegente.blogspot.com/feeds/1134216044277327322/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6703685317744254303&amp;postID=1134216044277327322' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6703685317744254303/posts/default/1134216044277327322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6703685317744254303/posts/default/1134216044277327322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pedacodegente.blogspot.com/2009/04/foi-tao-bom-chegar-no-trabalho-hoje-e.html' title=''/><author><name>Camila Florêncio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15834259029759812251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pWfUHGNCzOc/SnntifflkhI/AAAAAAAAAOM/59Zpyai_ANs/S220/DSC00072.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6703685317744254303.post-2801054353971644327</id><published>2009-04-01T20:14:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T20:18:07.699-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Correndo contra o tempo...&lt;div&gt;Para dar uma parada de leve na semana que vem!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6703685317744254303-2801054353971644327?l=pedacodegente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pedacodegente.blogspot.com/feeds/2801054353971644327/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6703685317744254303&amp;postID=2801054353971644327' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6703685317744254303/posts/default/2801054353971644327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6703685317744254303/posts/default/2801054353971644327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pedacodegente.blogspot.com/2009/04/correndo-contra-o-tempo.html' title=''/><author><name>Camila Florêncio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15834259029759812251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pWfUHGNCzOc/SnntifflkhI/AAAAAAAAAOM/59Zpyai_ANs/S220/DSC00072.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6703685317744254303.post-8532811461071876731</id><published>2009-03-22T22:52:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T22:56:47.143-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Levo a vida devagar, pra não faltar amor...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Não parecia que eles estavam sem tocar juntos a tanto tempo... Não mesmo!&lt;div&gt;A sintonia continua a mesma! A qualidade sonora, também! Foi pela tv, mas eu revi meus amados hermanos juntos, novamente...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E quem estava ali, dormindo nos meus braços neste momento, teve a oportunidade de sentir um pouco do que sinto pensando nele, quando ouço certas músicas...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6703685317744254303-8532811461071876731?l=pedacodegente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pedacodegente.blogspot.com/feeds/8532811461071876731/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6703685317744254303&amp;postID=8532811461071876731' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6703685317744254303/posts/default/8532811461071876731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6703685317744254303/posts/default/8532811461071876731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pedacodegente.blogspot.com/2009/03/levo-vida-devagar-pra-nao-faltar-amor.html' title='Levo a vida devagar, pra não faltar amor...'/><author><name>Camila Florêncio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15834259029759812251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pWfUHGNCzOc/SnntifflkhI/AAAAAAAAAOM/59Zpyai_ANs/S220/DSC00072.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6703685317744254303.post-4109398676643016869</id><published>2009-03-22T13:02:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T13:04:55.153-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Eu, eu mesma e o projeto!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Oi! Sou um ser sem vida social!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bjos, me &lt;a href="http://twitter.com/camilaflorencio"&gt;lika&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;PS: Tá mais fácil me encontrar &lt;a href="http://resenhasdeumprojeto.blogspot.com/"&gt;aqui&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;Getting crazy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6703685317744254303-4109398676643016869?l=pedacodegente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pedacodegente.blogspot.com/feeds/4109398676643016869/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6703685317744254303&amp;postID=4109398676643016869' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6703685317744254303/posts/default/4109398676643016869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6703685317744254303/posts/default/4109398676643016869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pedacodegente.blogspot.com/2009/03/eu-eu-mesma-e-o-projeto.html' title='Eu, eu mesma e o projeto!'/><author><name>Camila Florêncio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15834259029759812251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pWfUHGNCzOc/SnntifflkhI/AAAAAAAAAOM/59Zpyai_ANs/S220/DSC00072.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6703685317744254303.post-305679546637754044</id><published>2009-03-08T13:36:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T14:37:48.872-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pWfUHGNCzOc/SbP0v-xusCI/AAAAAAAAAF8/gldqDwgDMqU/s1600-h/DSC08723.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pWfUHGNCzOc/SbP0v-xusCI/AAAAAAAAAF8/gldqDwgDMqU/s400/DSC08723.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310857490742554658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Como pode um ser tão pequetito deixar uma saudade tão grande quando está longe, hen?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6703685317744254303-305679546637754044?l=pedacodegente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pedacodegente.blogspot.com/feeds/305679546637754044/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6703685317744254303&amp;postID=305679546637754044' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6703685317744254303/posts/default/305679546637754044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6703685317744254303/posts/default/305679546637754044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pedacodegente.blogspot.com/2009/03/como-pode-um-ser-tao-pequetito-deixar.html' title=''/><author><name>Camila Florêncio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15834259029759812251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pWfUHGNCzOc/SnntifflkhI/AAAAAAAAAOM/59Zpyai_ANs/S220/DSC00072.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pWfUHGNCzOc/SbP0v-xusCI/AAAAAAAAAF8/gldqDwgDMqU/s72-c/DSC08723.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6703685317744254303.post-4951287318462273930</id><published>2009-03-04T23:33:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T23:34:48.655-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hoje eu acordei com o pé direito!&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E como diria a tonta da &lt;a href="http://juribbeiro.blogspot.com/"&gt;Ju&lt;/a&gt; - em uma das melhores coisas que ela me ensinou - eu entrego, confio, aceito e agradeço.... Sempre!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6703685317744254303-4951287318462273930?l=pedacodegente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pedacodegente.blogspot.com/feeds/4951287318462273930/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6703685317744254303&amp;postID=4951287318462273930' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6703685317744254303/posts/default/4951287318462273930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6703685317744254303/posts/default/4951287318462273930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pedacodegente.blogspot.com/2009/03/hoje-eu-acordei-com-o-pe-direito-e-como.html' title=''/><author><name>Camila Florêncio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15834259029759812251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pWfUHGNCzOc/SnntifflkhI/AAAAAAAAAOM/59Zpyai_ANs/S220/DSC00072.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6703685317744254303.post-5903899746448219519</id><published>2009-03-01T23:05:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T23:07:54.996-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Dois menos um, é zero!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pWfUHGNCzOc/Sas_YkBzgxI/AAAAAAAAAFs/6dLWNGXF0k0/s1600-h/DSC08682.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/_pWfUHGNCzOc/Sas_YkBzgxI/AAAAAAAAAFs/6dLWNGXF0k0/s400/DSC08682.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308406277006918418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Soma sem subtração, múltiplos sem divisão. Dois que se amavam então, éramos multidão!"&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/6703685317744254303-5903899746448219519?l=pedacodegente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pedacodegente.blogspot.com/feeds/5903899746448219519/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6703685317744254303&amp;postID=5903899746448219519' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6703685317744254303/posts/default/5903899746448219519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6703685317744254303/posts/default/5903899746448219519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pedacodegente.blogspot.com/2009/03/dois-menos-um-e-zero.html' title='Dois menos um, é zero!'/><author><name>Camila Florêncio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15834259029759812251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pWfUHGNCzOc/SnntifflkhI/AAAAAAAAAOM/59Zpyai_ANs/S220/DSC00072.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pWfUHGNCzOc/Sas_YkBzgxI/AAAAAAAAAFs/6dLWNGXF0k0/s72-c/DSC08682.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6703685317744254303.post-9161234430526705698</id><published>2009-02-27T20:19:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T20:21:01.091-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Tenho sentido dificuldades em manter a pose de forte!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Profissional, centrada, equilibrada...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Na carteira de identidade, uma simples data registra como eu devo ser e me portar!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Ainda acho estranho quando se referem a mim como mulher, e não mais como menina, como era a tão pouco tempo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Responsabilidades diversas e desagradáveis!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Sorrir para alguém - que você quer enforcar - para manter a classe, ser educada e manter o emprego.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Dizer sim, quando o oposto dessa resposta é tudo que se quer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Tenho 40 dias pela frente para vencer um desafio! E o maior obstáculo nesse desafio, sou eu mesma!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Fazer a escolha certa ou buscar uma resposta do mundo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Dessa vez, não queria ter que sujar minhas mãos...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6703685317744254303-9161234430526705698?l=pedacodegente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pedacodegente.blogspot.com/feeds/9161234430526705698/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6703685317744254303&amp;postID=9161234430526705698' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6703685317744254303/posts/default/9161234430526705698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6703685317744254303/posts/default/9161234430526705698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pedacodegente.blogspot.com/2009/02/tenho-sentido-dificuldades-em-manter.html' title=''/><author><name>Camila Florêncio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15834259029759812251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pWfUHGNCzOc/SnntifflkhI/AAAAAAAAAOM/59Zpyai_ANs/S220/DSC00072.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6703685317744254303.post-5862414035629382796</id><published>2009-02-26T23:30:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T23:37:01.937-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Balanço final!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="border-collapse: collapse;   font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Uma caixinha de surpresas!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Assim pode ser resumido o meu feriado....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Amigos, família, palavras e conselhos...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Sorrisos , lágrimas, alegria e tristeza...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Paixão, decepção, amor e saudade!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Sentimentos opostos e de intensidades particulares!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Certeza de que posso contar com pessoas que nem imaginava... Outras certezas que, como são muito passageiras, confusas e incertas, deixam de ser certezas. Então, melhor deixar pra lá!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Enfim... Não fui atrás do trio elétrico... Mas acompanhei a passagem de alguns deles! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;E foi bom... Muito bom!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;E quer saber?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Eu te perdoo, de coração!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&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/6703685317744254303-5862414035629382796?l=pedacodegente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pedacodegente.blogspot.com/feeds/5862414035629382796/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6703685317744254303&amp;postID=5862414035629382796' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6703685317744254303/posts/default/5862414035629382796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6703685317744254303/posts/default/5862414035629382796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pedacodegente.blogspot.com/2009/02/uma-caixinha-de-surpresas-assim-pode.html' title='Balanço final!'/><author><name>Camila Florêncio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15834259029759812251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pWfUHGNCzOc/SnntifflkhI/AAAAAAAAAOM/59Zpyai_ANs/S220/DSC00072.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6703685317744254303.post-2713388302991398936</id><published>2009-02-23T18:14:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T18:19:35.896-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Carnaval bombando!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Seis pessoas em um carro!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Penetras de uma festa de família cuja localização era desconhecida!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sorte! Chegamos na hora certa...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Missa pela metade... Salão!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Beber, Comer e dançar!&lt;/div&gt;Festa interrompida graças a uma briga familiar!&lt;div&gt;Seis pessoas dormindo em três camas de um hotel com banheiro no corredor!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cidade desconhecida!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Calor... MUITO calor!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Filmes interrompidos pelo sono!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Esse é o resumo do meu carnaval, até agora!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E que venha o churrascão com amigos e família!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;=)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6703685317744254303-2713388302991398936?l=pedacodegente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pedacodegente.blogspot.com/feeds/2713388302991398936/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6703685317744254303&amp;postID=2713388302991398936' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6703685317744254303/posts/default/2713388302991398936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6703685317744254303/posts/default/2713388302991398936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pedacodegente.blogspot.com/2009/02/carnaval-bombando.html' title='Carnaval bombando!'/><author><name>Camila Florêncio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15834259029759812251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pWfUHGNCzOc/SnntifflkhI/AAAAAAAAAOM/59Zpyai_ANs/S220/DSC00072.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6703685317744254303.post-6813375720003759398</id><published>2009-02-18T23:19:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T23:20:28.536-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Eu tenho um temaaa e você não teee-eeem!&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/6703685317744254303-6813375720003759398?l=pedacodegente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pedacodegente.blogspot.com/feeds/6813375720003759398/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6703685317744254303&amp;postID=6813375720003759398' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6703685317744254303/posts/default/6813375720003759398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6703685317744254303/posts/default/6813375720003759398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pedacodegente.blogspot.com/2009/02/eu-tenho-um-temaaa-e-voce-nao-teee-eeem.html' title=''/><author><name>Camila Florêncio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15834259029759812251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pWfUHGNCzOc/SnntifflkhI/AAAAAAAAAOM/59Zpyai_ANs/S220/DSC00072.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6703685317744254303.post-4202571753374362336</id><published>2009-02-12T22:52:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T22:58:08.987-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Queria muito saber explicar o que é saudade...&lt;div&gt;O que é sentir falta do cheiro... Da presença... Da voz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mas, infelizmente, quem não sente assim, não vai entender!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6703685317744254303-4202571753374362336?l=pedacodegente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pedacodegente.blogspot.com/feeds/4202571753374362336/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6703685317744254303&amp;postID=4202571753374362336' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6703685317744254303/posts/default/4202571753374362336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6703685317744254303/posts/default/4202571753374362336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pedacodegente.blogspot.com/2009/02/queria-muito-saber-explicar-o-que-e.html' title=''/><author><name>Camila Florêncio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15834259029759812251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pWfUHGNCzOc/SnntifflkhI/AAAAAAAAAOM/59Zpyai_ANs/S220/DSC00072.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6703685317744254303.post-5462863187967577414</id><published>2009-02-03T19:18:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T19:20:01.512-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="border-collapse: collapse;   font-family:arial;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Engraçado como depois de 2 anos e meio de faculdade, o primeiro dia de aula desse semestre deu um frio na barriga!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Dessa vez, teríamos sim novos coleguinhas - como nos tempos de escola. E, devido à experiências anteriores, as expectativas não são as melhores.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Enfim... Começou! E, apesar da distância dos amigos e de 3 andares de escada, a expectativa para essa nova etapa é bem positiva. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Nova etapa, por que vai ser agora que vamos confirmar - ou não - nossos encantamentos... Agora que vamos ver o que mais nos atrai... O que não nos atrai... No que focar... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Agora, sou oficialmente estudante de jornalismo! Uma futura jornalista, com boas noções da atuação de um RP e de um PP.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;É bom confirmar isso e poder usar aquela bonequinha que ganhei quando passei no vestibular com o título de Jornalista! A dúvida rondou muitas vezes pela minha cabeça! Mas a paixão falou mais alto, e com tranquilidade, escolhi aquelas matérias que me perseguiriam por mais um semestre...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;Para mim e para todos meus companheiros, só posso desejar sorte! E que tenhamos feitos a escolha certa!&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/6703685317744254303-5462863187967577414?l=pedacodegente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pedacodegente.blogspot.com/feeds/5462863187967577414/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6703685317744254303&amp;postID=5462863187967577414' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6703685317744254303/posts/default/5462863187967577414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6703685317744254303/posts/default/5462863187967577414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pedacodegente.blogspot.com/2009/02/engracado-como-depois-de-2-anos-e-meio.html' title=''/><author><name>Camila Florêncio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15834259029759812251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pWfUHGNCzOc/SnntifflkhI/AAAAAAAAAOM/59Zpyai_ANs/S220/DSC00072.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6703685317744254303.post-788729385757547816</id><published>2009-02-01T21:23:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T21:41:10.105-03:00</updated><title type='text'>This is the end...</title><content type='html'>Então, é isso...&lt;br /&gt;Acabou o que era doce!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E posso dizer, que fechei essas tão esperadas férias com chave de ouro!&lt;br /&gt;Tudo foi muito bom... Todo momento, aproveitado com o maior gás, vontade e, na maioria das vezes, com a melhor companhia do mundo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Riscamos do mapa, Pitangui, Lavras e Carrancas!&lt;br /&gt;E cada uma dessas cidades, nos trouxe sensações, desejos e momentos diferentes... Claro, cada um melhor que o outro!&lt;br /&gt;O primeiro passo do ano, foi com o pé direito. Tenho certeza! Por mais que eu não tenha parado pra reparar nisso... Nem em simpatias... Nem em promessas...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Já o dia 30/01, merece destaque especial!&lt;br /&gt;Eram três... Mas o grande esperado, era um só: Amarante!&lt;br /&gt;E nesse dia, ele me mostrou porque o tal Music Hall lotado, gritava o nome dele.&lt;br /&gt;Que presença de palco! Que simpatia! Que voz! Músicas!!!&lt;br /&gt;Até a parceria ele soube escolher! Moretti: Ótimo!  Biki: Linda, mas não tããããão simpática assim!&lt;br /&gt;Foi apenas uma hora de show!! Mas posso afirmar que foi uma hora intensa, de MUITO suor e calor! Mas ainda não consigo dizer se era pelo espaço fechado ou pela energia de todo mundo que estava alí.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E a noite que me esperava, ainda aguardava muito mais.&lt;br /&gt;Muito mais amor! Muito mais alguém!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enfim... De volta à rotina completa, com a alma e o espírito renovados!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pWfUHGNCzOc/SYZAuhGp-pI/AAAAAAAAAFY/jeUH14uOQzc/s1600-h/DSC08521.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pWfUHGNCzOc/SYZAuhGp-pI/AAAAAAAAAFY/jeUH14uOQzc/s400/DSC08521.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297993179552414354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;"I count my blessing, knowing you will take me home!"&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/6703685317744254303-788729385757547816?l=pedacodegente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pedacodegente.blogspot.com/feeds/788729385757547816/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6703685317744254303&amp;postID=788729385757547816' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6703685317744254303/posts/default/788729385757547816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6703685317744254303/posts/default/788729385757547816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pedacodegente.blogspot.com/2009/02/this-is-end.html' title='This is the end...'/><author><name>Camila Florêncio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15834259029759812251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pWfUHGNCzOc/SnntifflkhI/AAAAAAAAAOM/59Zpyai_ANs/S220/DSC00072.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pWfUHGNCzOc/SYZAuhGp-pI/AAAAAAAAAFY/jeUH14uOQzc/s72-c/DSC08521.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6703685317744254303.post-9159068783392760813</id><published>2009-01-27T19:47:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T20:08:56.464-03:00</updated><title type='text'>1 ano de saudades...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Coração apertado o dia inteiro.&lt;br /&gt;Não sei bem se estava esperando o momento certo...&lt;br /&gt;Se era isso, o momento chegou!&lt;br /&gt;E as lágrimas se aproveitaram disso, para sairem quase pulando de mim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foi no dia 27 de Janeiro de 2008 que o céu ganhou mais um anjo!&lt;br /&gt;Anjo este, que ficou na terra tempo suficiente para deixar marcas.&lt;br /&gt;Essas marcas, foram deixadas em cada uma daquelas várias pessoas que passaram um domingo chorando sua partida.&lt;br /&gt;"Parece até entrada de show", disse alguém. E parecia mesmo. Todos aqueles amigos ali, reunidos. Alguns que não se viam há anos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Festeiro que é, fez questão de comemorar seu aniversário como nunca havia feito antes. Oportunidade para se despedir dos seus amigos? Não sei! Mas eu estive lá, e o abracei forte! E revi outros amigos... E passamos momentos bons!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lembranças são infinitas... Momentos vividos juntos...&lt;br /&gt;Muita história pra contar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A forma como aconteceu, deve ser esquecida, ou se tornar apenas um detalhe! Sim, foi triste. Mas o histórico nos mostrava que talvez deveria ser assim!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Morriz, Augordo, Gustinho, Tinho... Augusto!&lt;br /&gt;Faz um ano, que tenho a certeza de que você está nos abençoando aí do céu!&lt;br /&gt;Obrigada por tudo... Não sei se sabia disso - talvez sim, mas eu amo você!!!! Sou feliz por tudo que vivemos... Por todos os sorrisos... Fotos... Patricks... Pirulitos... Enfim, obrigada AMIGO - não adianta relutar, seremos sempre amigos, sim! Rs...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pWfUHGNCzOc/SX-RkVf_K8I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/lVWEJRhj99M/s1600-h/Foto+141.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/_pWfUHGNCzOc/SX-RkVf_K8I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/lVWEJRhj99M/s400/Foto+141.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296111740243618754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;A imagem que vai ficar, será sempre assim!&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/6703685317744254303-9159068783392760813?l=pedacodegente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pedacodegente.blogspot.com/feeds/9159068783392760813/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6703685317744254303&amp;postID=9159068783392760813' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6703685317744254303/posts/default/9159068783392760813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6703685317744254303/posts/default/9159068783392760813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pedacodegente.blogspot.com/2009/01/1-ano-de-saudades.html' title='1 ano de saudades...'/><author><name>Camila Florêncio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15834259029759812251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pWfUHGNCzOc/SnntifflkhI/AAAAAAAAAOM/59Zpyai_ANs/S220/DSC00072.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pWfUHGNCzOc/SX-RkVf_K8I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/lVWEJRhj99M/s72-c/Foto+141.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6703685317744254303.post-7828480055577563282</id><published>2009-01-15T22:14:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T22:14:23.095-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Aproveitando cada segundo das férias!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6703685317744254303-7828480055577563282?l=pedacodegente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pedacodegente.blogspot.com/feeds/7828480055577563282/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6703685317744254303&amp;postID=7828480055577563282' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6703685317744254303/posts/default/7828480055577563282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6703685317744254303/posts/default/7828480055577563282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pedacodegente.blogspot.com/2009/01/aproveitando-cada-segundo-das-frias.html' title=''/><author><name>Camila Florêncio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15834259029759812251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pWfUHGNCzOc/SnntifflkhI/AAAAAAAAAOM/59Zpyai_ANs/S220/DSC00072.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6703685317744254303.post-1748220157638309735</id><published>2009-01-04T11:34:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T11:39:03.556-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>2009!&lt;br /&gt;É estranho como quatro numerozinhos trazem tanto significado!&lt;br /&gt;Para mim, trazem muita expectativa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o ano começou como deveria ser...&lt;br /&gt;Sem dúvidas, o melhor início!&lt;br /&gt;Com pessoas especiais, com amor, com música, dança e sorrisos...&lt;br /&gt;Nada de beber aqueles espumantes horríveis pq é assim que deve ser...&lt;br /&gt;Nada de promessas.. Simpatias... O ano simplesmente começou!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meus desejos são mtos!&lt;br /&gt;E minha única promessa, é de me esforçar ao máximo para que eu consiga realizá-los!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pWfUHGNCzOc/SWDJ6WV0X7I/AAAAAAAAAEw/U92q0tdO5Oc/s1600-h/DSC07995.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/_pWfUHGNCzOc/SWDJ6WV0X7I/AAAAAAAAAEw/U92q0tdO5Oc/s400/DSC07995.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287447966799650738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6703685317744254303-1748220157638309735?l=pedacodegente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pedacodegente.blogspot.com/feeds/1748220157638309735/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6703685317744254303&amp;postID=1748220157638309735' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6703685317744254303/posts/default/1748220157638309735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6703685317744254303/posts/default/1748220157638309735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pedacodegente.blogspot.com/2009/01/2009-estranho-como-quatro-numerozinhos.html' title=''/><author><name>Camila Florêncio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15834259029759812251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pWfUHGNCzOc/SnntifflkhI/AAAAAAAAAOM/59Zpyai_ANs/S220/DSC00072.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pWfUHGNCzOc/SWDJ6WV0X7I/AAAAAAAAAEw/U92q0tdO5Oc/s72-c/DSC07995.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6703685317744254303.post-5263846508355691225</id><published>2008-12-28T00:01:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2008-12-28T00:12:54.538-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>É engraçado como a teoria às vezes se distância tanto da prática!&lt;br /&gt;E quando tem sentimento na história?&lt;br /&gt;Tô ficando louca!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6703685317744254303-5263846508355691225?l=pedacodegente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pedacodegente.blogspot.com/feeds/5263846508355691225/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6703685317744254303&amp;postID=5263846508355691225' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6703685317744254303/posts/default/5263846508355691225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6703685317744254303/posts/default/5263846508355691225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pedacodegente.blogspot.com/2008/12/engraado-como-teoria-s-vezes-se.html' title=''/><author><name>Camila Florêncio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15834259029759812251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pWfUHGNCzOc/SnntifflkhI/AAAAAAAAAOM/59Zpyai_ANs/S220/DSC00072.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6703685317744254303.post-9080994793216210669</id><published>2008-12-26T10:48:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2008-12-26T10:56:30.124-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2009'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='desejos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ano novo'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>E não é que o ano está acabando?&lt;br /&gt;Momento de fazer retrospectiva do que passou e deve ficar pra 2009...&lt;br /&gt;Do que passou e deve ficar em 2008, mesmo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Achei tanta coisa de 2008 que nem me atrevo a detalhar aqui!&lt;br /&gt;Mas, posso afirmar que foi um ano complexo! De extremos!&lt;br /&gt;Dividido em dois... Primeiro e segundo semestre... Os porques dessa divisão, é melhor deixar pra lá!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pra 2009, eu espero mais tempo...&lt;br /&gt;Espero cumprir todas aquelas promessas idiotas que fazemos na meia noite do dia 31/12!&lt;br /&gt;Espero atualizar e me dedicar mais a esse blog e poder passar a limpo todos os posts que acabam ficando sempre na minha cabeça!&lt;br /&gt;Espero ter meus amigos mais por perto...&lt;br /&gt;Espero conseguir uma coisa que desejo muito...&lt;br /&gt;Espero errar! Acertar! Aprender sempre! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Espero ter momentos bons...&lt;br /&gt;E com clareza, percebê-los!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Espero planos possíveis! Impossíveis! Desejos realizados! E simplesmente desejos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sim! Espero muito de 2009! E espero muito de mim, também!&lt;br /&gt;Porque eu sei que a maioria das coisas que eu desejo, serão realizadas se a mudança começar aqui dentro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Espero sempre o melhor... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para mim!&lt;br /&gt;Para você!&lt;br /&gt;Para nós!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Desejo a todos um ano maravilhoso!&lt;br /&gt;De mto amor, amigos, fé e sorrisos!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beijos!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6703685317744254303-9080994793216210669?l=pedacodegente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pedacodegente.blogspot.com/feeds/9080994793216210669/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6703685317744254303&amp;postID=9080994793216210669' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6703685317744254303/posts/default/9080994793216210669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6703685317744254303/posts/default/9080994793216210669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pedacodegente.blogspot.com/2008/12/e-no-que-o-ano-est-acabando-momento-de.html' title=''/><author><name>Camila Florêncio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15834259029759812251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pWfUHGNCzOc/SnntifflkhI/AAAAAAAAAOM/59Zpyai_ANs/S220/DSC00072.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6703685317744254303.post-7079464092597510879</id><published>2008-11-22T22:31:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2008-11-22T22:31:42.033-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Saudade de tempos passados... &lt;br /&gt;Saudade de momentos vividos... &lt;br /&gt;Saudade de pessoas queridas... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muita saudade!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6703685317744254303-7079464092597510879?l=pedacodegente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pedacodegente.blogspot.com/feeds/7079464092597510879/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6703685317744254303&amp;postID=7079464092597510879' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6703685317744254303/posts/default/7079464092597510879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6703685317744254303/posts/default/7079464092597510879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pedacodegente.blogspot.com/2008/11/saudade-de-tempos-passados.html' title=''/><author><name>Camila Florêncio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15834259029759812251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pWfUHGNCzOc/SnntifflkhI/AAAAAAAAAOM/59Zpyai_ANs/S220/DSC00072.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6703685317744254303.post-1198420976504979837</id><published>2008-11-16T10:01:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T10:02:57.184-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Esperar cansa!!&lt;br /&gt;Só você não sabe o quanto!&lt;br /&gt;Claro! Pelo menos por mim, você nunca é colocado nessa situação...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas tenha certeza, Cansa!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6703685317744254303-1198420976504979837?l=pedacodegente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pedacodegente.blogspot.com/feeds/1198420976504979837/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6703685317744254303&amp;postID=1198420976504979837' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6703685317744254303/posts/default/1198420976504979837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6703685317744254303/posts/default/1198420976504979837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pedacodegente.blogspot.com/2008/11/esperar-cansa-s-voc-no-sabe-o-quanto.html' title=''/><author><name>Camila Florêncio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15834259029759812251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pWfUHGNCzOc/SnntifflkhI/AAAAAAAAAOM/59Zpyai_ANs/S220/DSC00072.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6703685317744254303.post-4969952693615828789</id><published>2008-11-08T23:38:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2008-11-08T23:44:45.999-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pWfUHGNCzOc/SRZOMZsdisI/AAAAAAAAAEo/3Tb5TOj9zR8/s1600-h/DSC07417.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/_pWfUHGNCzOc/SRZOMZsdisI/AAAAAAAAAEo/3Tb5TOj9zR8/s400/DSC07417.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266482789219142338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sabe quando o cara é simplesmente foda?!&lt;div&gt;Todas as palavras do mundo não seriam suficientes pra qualificar o dia 05/11/2008...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pq pelo que venho vivendo, ouvir tudo que ele cantou pra mim (foi só pra mim e pronto), foi indescritívell!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6703685317744254303-4969952693615828789?l=pedacodegente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pedacodegente.blogspot.com/feeds/4969952693615828789/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6703685317744254303&amp;postID=4969952693615828789' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6703685317744254303/posts/default/4969952693615828789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6703685317744254303/posts/default/4969952693615828789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pedacodegente.blogspot.com/2008/11/sabe-quando-o-cara-simplesmente-foda.html' title=''/><author><name>Camila Florêncio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15834259029759812251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pWfUHGNCzOc/SnntifflkhI/AAAAAAAAAOM/59Zpyai_ANs/S220/DSC00072.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pWfUHGNCzOc/SRZOMZsdisI/AAAAAAAAAEo/3Tb5TOj9zR8/s72-c/DSC07417.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6703685317744254303.post-3733995812581972216</id><published>2008-11-02T15:39:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T15:41:53.515-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pWfUHGNCzOc/SQ30Om6jWhI/AAAAAAAAAEg/gIkJOwFLgsE/s1600-h/DSC07314.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/_pWfUHGNCzOc/SQ30Om6jWhI/AAAAAAAAAEg/gIkJOwFLgsE/s400/DSC07314.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264132071267457554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A única coisa boa do quinto - dos infernos - período!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6703685317744254303-3733995812581972216?l=pedacodegente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pedacodegente.blogspot.com/feeds/3733995812581972216/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6703685317744254303&amp;postID=3733995812581972216' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6703685317744254303/posts/default/3733995812581972216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6703685317744254303/posts/default/3733995812581972216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pedacodegente.blogspot.com/2008/11/nica-coisa-boa-do-quinto-dos-infernos.html' title=''/><author><name>Camila Florêncio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15834259029759812251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pWfUHGNCzOc/SnntifflkhI/AAAAAAAAAOM/59Zpyai_ANs/S220/DSC00072.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pWfUHGNCzOc/SQ30Om6jWhI/AAAAAAAAAEg/gIkJOwFLgsE/s72-c/DSC07314.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6703685317744254303.post-6512605398818725603</id><published>2008-11-02T15:38:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T15:39:29.627-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Contando os dias!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;E o amor é lindo deixo&lt;br /&gt;Tudo que quiser eu não me queixo em ser&lt;br /&gt;Acho normal ver o mundo feito faz o mar num grão de areia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6703685317744254303-6512605398818725603?l=pedacodegente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pedacodegente.blogspot.com/feeds/6512605398818725603/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6703685317744254303&amp;postID=6512605398818725603' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6703685317744254303/posts/default/6512605398818725603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6703685317744254303/posts/default/6512605398818725603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pedacodegente.blogspot.com/2008/11/e-o-amor-lindo-deixo-tudo-que-quiser-eu.html' title='Contando os dias!!!!!'/><author><name>Camila Florêncio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15834259029759812251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pWfUHGNCzOc/SnntifflkhI/AAAAAAAAAOM/59Zpyai_ANs/S220/DSC00072.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6703685317744254303.post-839506341735462340</id><published>2008-11-01T17:14:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T17:16:27.959-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy (or unhappy) Hallowen!</title><content type='html'>E viva o dia das bruxas!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;E como elas se fizeram presentes no meu dia!&lt;br /&gt;o.O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fds mal começou e já trouxe sentimentos indescritíveis!!!&lt;br /&gt;Bons, ruins, ótimos... E assim vai!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É quarta-feira!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Finally!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6703685317744254303-839506341735462340?l=pedacodegente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pedacodegente.blogspot.com/feeds/839506341735462340/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6703685317744254303&amp;postID=839506341735462340' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6703685317744254303/posts/default/839506341735462340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6703685317744254303/posts/default/839506341735462340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pedacodegente.blogspot.com/2008/11/happy-or-unhappy-hallowen.html' title='Happy (or unhappy) Hallowen!'/><author><name>Camila Florêncio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15834259029759812251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pWfUHGNCzOc/SnntifflkhI/AAAAAAAAAOM/59Zpyai_ANs/S220/DSC00072.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6703685317744254303.post-1579020707371408218</id><published>2008-10-19T12:05:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2008-10-19T12:07:33.159-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Tenho saudades disso aqui...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saudades de escrever e sentir aquele alívio quase instantâneo que jogar os sentimentos na tela do pc traz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ultimamente, esses sentimentos tem sido muitos, e intensos demais!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saudades de tempos em que tinha-mos mais tempo...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6703685317744254303-1579020707371408218?l=pedacodegente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pedacodegente.blogspot.com/feeds/1579020707371408218/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6703685317744254303&amp;postID=1579020707371408218' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6703685317744254303/posts/default/1579020707371408218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6703685317744254303/posts/default/1579020707371408218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pedacodegente.blogspot.com/2008/10/tenho-saudades-disso-aqui.html' title=''/><author><name>Camila 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alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254603740482405410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6703685317744254303-4743419714487010157?l=pedacodegente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pedacodegente.blogspot.com/feeds/4743419714487010157/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6703685317744254303&amp;postID=4743419714487010157' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6703685317744254303/posts/default/4743419714487010157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6703685317744254303/posts/default/4743419714487010157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pedacodegente.blogspot.com/2008/10/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Camila Florêncio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15834259029759812251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pWfUHGNCzOc/SnntifflkhI/AAAAAAAAAOM/59Zpyai_ANs/S220/DSC00072.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pWfUHGNCzOc/SOwaQoXaATI/AAAAAAAAADs/M21NShv2M6s/s72-c/Camila_e_Hesbolah.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6703685317744254303.post-277441990114682842</id><published>2008-10-02T19:09:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T19:13:05.651-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sabe quando você simplesmente espera mais do que palavras?????&lt;br /&gt;Espera, na verdade, por atitudes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6703685317744254303-277441990114682842?l=pedacodegente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pedacodegente.blogspot.com/feeds/277441990114682842/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6703685317744254303&amp;postID=277441990114682842' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6703685317744254303/posts/default/277441990114682842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6703685317744254303/posts/default/277441990114682842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pedacodegente.blogspot.com/2008/10/sabe-quando-voc-simplesmente-espera.html' title=''/><author><name>Camila Florêncio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15834259029759812251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pWfUHGNCzOc/SnntifflkhI/AAAAAAAAAOM/59Zpyai_ANs/S220/DSC00072.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6703685317744254303.post-4279248041538165880</id><published>2008-09-25T22:18:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T22:20:56.766-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Dia divertido...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pWfUHGNCzOc/SNw4sNRORhI/AAAAAAAAADk/5bWM_Y9jmjQ/s1600-h/DSC06638.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pWfUHGNCzOc/SNw4sNRORhI/AAAAAAAAADk/5bWM_Y9jmjQ/s400/DSC06638.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250133597734454802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6703685317744254303-4279248041538165880?l=pedacodegente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pedacodegente.blogspot.com/feeds/4279248041538165880/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6703685317744254303&amp;postID=4279248041538165880' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6703685317744254303/posts/default/4279248041538165880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6703685317744254303/posts/default/4279248041538165880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pedacodegente.blogspot.com/2008/09/dia-divertido.html' title='Dia divertido...'/><author><name>Camila Florêncio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15834259029759812251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pWfUHGNCzOc/SnntifflkhI/AAAAAAAAAOM/59Zpyai_ANs/S220/DSC00072.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pWfUHGNCzOc/SNw4sNRORhI/AAAAAAAAADk/5bWM_Y9jmjQ/s72-c/DSC06638.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6703685317744254303.post-4179690053830346339</id><published>2008-09-24T00:19:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T00:21:08.562-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Tô de cara!&lt;br /&gt;Só isso...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6703685317744254303-4179690053830346339?l=pedacodegente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pedacodegente.blogspot.com/feeds/4179690053830346339/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6703685317744254303&amp;postID=4179690053830346339' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6703685317744254303/posts/default/4179690053830346339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6703685317744254303/posts/default/4179690053830346339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pedacodegente.blogspot.com/2008/09/t-de-cara-s-isso.html' title=''/><author><name>Camila Florêncio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15834259029759812251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pWfUHGNCzOc/SnntifflkhI/AAAAAAAAAOM/59Zpyai_ANs/S220/DSC00072.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6703685317744254303.post-5985566131581668617</id><published>2008-09-21T23:29:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T23:35:31.196-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Pense em uma pessoa cansada?!&lt;br /&gt;Eis-me aqui!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Três provas... &lt;br /&gt;Uns sete textos, com uma média de 20 páginas cada...&lt;br /&gt;Evento chegando...&lt;br /&gt;Único ser do setor de marketing de uma empresa...&lt;br /&gt;Pesquisa de mercado sem foco certo...&lt;br /&gt;Engenherês...&lt;br /&gt;Rota contrária...&lt;br /&gt;Manifesto...&lt;br /&gt;Chuva...&lt;br /&gt;Sair da cama mais quentinha do mundo de madrugada...&lt;br /&gt;Ônibus...&lt;br /&gt;Namorado em casa...&lt;br /&gt;E eu não!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A semana vai ser punk...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Só me resta respirar fundo...&lt;br /&gt;Bater no peito e dizer:&lt;br /&gt;TÔ FUDIDA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bjos...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6703685317744254303-5985566131581668617?l=pedacodegente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pedacodegente.blogspot.com/feeds/5985566131581668617/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6703685317744254303&amp;postID=5985566131581668617' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6703685317744254303/posts/default/5985566131581668617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6703685317744254303/posts/default/5985566131581668617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pedacodegente.blogspot.com/2008/09/pense-em-uma-pessoa-cansada-eis-me-aqui.html' title=''/><author><name>Camila Florêncio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15834259029759812251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pWfUHGNCzOc/SnntifflkhI/AAAAAAAAAOM/59Zpyai_ANs/S220/DSC00072.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6703685317744254303.post-7536987155081735444</id><published>2008-09-19T23:44:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-09-19T23:46:11.350-03:00</updated><title type='text'>1099 dias, 36 meses, 3 anos...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"O que se deixa pra trás não mais se recupera. Então viva, porque a vida não espera quando a boa vontade virá de você.. Porque a vida não se preocupa por quantos amores você ainda vai se perder... Ela apenas quer ser percebida, valorizada... A vida só quer passar pra dizer que uma pessoa por várias vezes foi amada. A vida, a minha vida quer você! Não queremos nada perfeito, é preciso defeitos para verdadeiramente amar. Porque amar o esplendido não é difícil, é simplesmente comum. O que te faz especial não são somente suas qualidades, mas o lado oposto que você acredita não ser aceito. Pois vem viver direito! Deixe um defeito seu, um defeito meu encantar você!"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Autor desconhecido.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6703685317744254303-7536987155081735444?l=pedacodegente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pedacodegente.blogspot.com/feeds/7536987155081735444/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6703685317744254303&amp;postID=7536987155081735444' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6703685317744254303/posts/default/7536987155081735444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6703685317744254303/posts/default/7536987155081735444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pedacodegente.blogspot.com/2008/09/1099-dias-36-meses-3-anos.html' title='1099 dias, 36 meses, 3 anos...'/><author><name>Camila Florêncio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15834259029759812251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pWfUHGNCzOc/SnntifflkhI/AAAAAAAAAOM/59Zpyai_ANs/S220/DSC00072.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6703685317744254303.post-3342785342772585953</id><published>2008-09-14T12:53:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T12:55:46.324-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pWfUHGNCzOc/SM0z-qxoHUI/AAAAAAAAADc/WWhL71oO-ik/s1600-h/image0011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pWfUHGNCzOc/SM0z-qxoHUI/AAAAAAAAADc/WWhL71oO-ik/s400/image0011.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245906292683840834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6703685317744254303-3342785342772585953?l=pedacodegente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pedacodegente.blogspot.com/feeds/3342785342772585953/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6703685317744254303&amp;postID=3342785342772585953' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6703685317744254303/posts/default/3342785342772585953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6703685317744254303/posts/default/3342785342772585953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pedacodegente.blogspot.com/2008/09/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Camila Florêncio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15834259029759812251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pWfUHGNCzOc/SnntifflkhI/AAAAAAAAAOM/59Zpyai_ANs/S220/DSC00072.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pWfUHGNCzOc/SM0z-qxoHUI/AAAAAAAAADc/WWhL71oO-ik/s72-c/image0011.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6703685317744254303.post-2454901672865713069</id><published>2008-09-13T20:56:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-09-13T21:00:11.371-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"Camila, &lt;br /&gt;Um ótimo dia para você. &lt;br /&gt;Desejar um ótimo dia é muito pouco para uma pessoa especial! A minha filha querida. &lt;br /&gt;Então resolvi pedir a Deus que te guarde, te ilumine e abençoe cada dia de sua existência. &lt;br /&gt;Que seus dias sejam de superação e muita alegria. &lt;br /&gt;Enorme beijo no seu coração! &lt;br /&gt;Te amo!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6703685317744254303-2454901672865713069?l=pedacodegente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pedacodegente.blogspot.com/feeds/2454901672865713069/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6703685317744254303&amp;postID=2454901672865713069' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6703685317744254303/posts/default/2454901672865713069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6703685317744254303/posts/default/2454901672865713069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pedacodegente.blogspot.com/2008/09/camila-um-timo-dia-para-voc.html' title=''/><author><name>Camila Florêncio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15834259029759812251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pWfUHGNCzOc/SnntifflkhI/AAAAAAAAAOM/59Zpyai_ANs/S220/DSC00072.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6703685317744254303.post-1903157719319903165</id><published>2008-09-08T22:05:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T22:07:51.044-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>E como o dia foi longo...&lt;br /&gt;E estranho...&lt;br /&gt;E gostoso ao mesmo tempo!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muitas surpresas...&lt;br /&gt;Algumas agradáveis outras não!&lt;br /&gt;Espero que das agradáveis surjam frutos e que as outras deixem de ser surpresas e se resolvam!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saudades já, da companhia que tive durante o dia...&lt;br /&gt;Desde 5:40 até agorinha!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ai...&lt;br /&gt;E que venha a rotina amanhã de novo...&lt;br /&gt;E que eu possa concluir meus planos e tenha força para realizá-los!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que tanto de sentimento misturado...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6703685317744254303-1903157719319903165?l=pedacodegente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pedacodegente.blogspot.com/feeds/1903157719319903165/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6703685317744254303&amp;postID=1903157719319903165' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6703685317744254303/posts/default/1903157719319903165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6703685317744254303/posts/default/1903157719319903165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pedacodegente.blogspot.com/2008/09/e-como-o-dia-foi-longo.html' title=''/><author><name>Camila Florêncio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15834259029759812251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pWfUHGNCzOc/SnntifflkhI/AAAAAAAAAOM/59Zpyai_ANs/S220/DSC00072.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6703685317744254303.post-3427712838863814220</id><published>2008-09-03T23:41:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T23:41:52.693-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Definitivo, como tudo o que é simples. &lt;br /&gt;Nossa dor não advém das coisas vividas, &lt;br /&gt;mas das coisas que foram sonhadas e não se cumpriram. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sofremos por quê? Porque automaticamente esquecemos &lt;br /&gt;o que foi desfrutado e passamos a sofrer pelas nossas projeções &lt;br /&gt;irrealizadas, por todas as cidades que gostaríamos de ter conhecido ao lado &lt;br /&gt;do nosso amor e não conhecemos, por todos os filhos que gostaríamos de ter &lt;br /&gt;tido junto e não tivemos, por todos os shows e livros e silêncios que &lt;br /&gt;gostaríamos de ter compartilhado, e não compartilhamos. &lt;br /&gt;Por todos os beijos cancelados, pela eternidade. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sofremos não porque nosso trabalho é desgastante e paga pouco, mas por todas &lt;br /&gt;as horas livres que deixamos de ter para ir ao cinema, para conversar com um &lt;br /&gt;amigo, para nadar, para namorar. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sofremos não porque nossa mãe é impaciente conosco, mas por todos os &lt;br /&gt;momentos em que poderíamos estar confidenciando a ela nossas mais profundas &lt;br /&gt;angústias se ela estivesse interessada em nos compreender. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sofremos não porque nosso time perdeu, mas pela euforia sufocada. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sofremos não porque envelhecemos, mas porque o futuro está sendo &lt;br /&gt;confiscado de nós, impedindo assim que mil aventuras nos aconteçam, &lt;br /&gt;todas aquelas com as quais sonhamos e nunca chegamos a experimentar. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por que sofremos tanto por amor? &lt;br /&gt;O certo seria a gente não sofrer, apenas agradecer por termos conhecido uma &lt;br /&gt;pessoa tão bacana, que gerou em nós um sentimento intenso e que nos fez &lt;br /&gt;companhia por um tempo razoável,um tempo feliz. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como aliviar a dor do que não foi vivido? A resposta é simples como um &lt;br /&gt;verso: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se iludindo menos e vivendo mais!!! &lt;br /&gt;A cada dia que vivo, mais me convenço de que o desperdício da vida &lt;br /&gt;está no amor que não damos, nas forças que não usamos, &lt;br /&gt;na prudência egoísta que nada arrisca, e que, esquivando-se do &lt;br /&gt;sofrimento,perdemos também a felicidade. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A dor é inevitável. &lt;br /&gt;O sofrimento é opcional... &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;Carlos Drumond de Andrade&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6703685317744254303-3427712838863814220?l=pedacodegente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pedacodegente.blogspot.com/feeds/3427712838863814220/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6703685317744254303&amp;postID=3427712838863814220' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6703685317744254303/posts/default/3427712838863814220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6703685317744254303/posts/default/3427712838863814220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pedacodegente.blogspot.com/2008/09/definitivo-como-tudo-o-que-simples.html' title=''/><author><name>Camila Florêncio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15834259029759812251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pWfUHGNCzOc/SnntifflkhI/AAAAAAAAAOM/59Zpyai_ANs/S220/DSC00072.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6703685317744254303.post-5511881732515737160</id><published>2008-09-01T23:33:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T12:57:02.394-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Telefone toca...</title><content type='html'>Hoje o telefone tocou!&lt;br /&gt;Do outro lado, uma voz com notícias que eu queria ter ouvido!&lt;br /&gt;Mas que foram transmitidas pela pessoa mais doce da minha vida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Notícias de um sonho...&lt;br /&gt;De um amigo que tem andado pelo meu pensamento nos últimos dias!&lt;br /&gt;Mas que, infelizmente, não posso ligar nem chamar no msn pra saber das novidades!&lt;br /&gt;No sonho contado pela melhor pessoa da vida dele para a melhor pessoa da minha, ele sorria ao me ver... Sorriso tão largo que deu forças pra essa ligação!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saudades do Patrick!&lt;br /&gt;Das voltas da escola!&lt;br /&gt;Dos papos no icq!&lt;br /&gt;Das zilhões de fotos!&lt;br /&gt;Das festinhas!&lt;br /&gt;Dos pirulitos e intermináveis papos na porta de casa - às veses na minha, outras na sua!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saudades assim... Simplesmente! Docemente!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saudade que me faz ter vontade de viver cada dia com intensidade, porque você, amigo, me mostrou que é assim que deve ser... Porque nunca se sabe qnd será o último dia para viver.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sempre vou te amar...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6703685317744254303-5511881732515737160?l=pedacodegente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pedacodegente.blogspot.com/feeds/5511881732515737160/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6703685317744254303&amp;postID=5511881732515737160' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6703685317744254303/posts/default/5511881732515737160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6703685317744254303/posts/default/5511881732515737160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pedacodegente.blogspot.com/2008/09/telefone-toca.html' title='Telefone toca...'/><author><name>Camila Florêncio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15834259029759812251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pWfUHGNCzOc/SnntifflkhI/AAAAAAAAAOM/59Zpyai_ANs/S220/DSC00072.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6703685317744254303.post-3272289956022362518</id><published>2008-08-31T11:36:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2008-08-31T11:45:53.802-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"Mas nós, vibramos em outra frequência&lt;br /&gt;Sabemos que não é bem assim&lt;br /&gt;Se fosse fácil achar o caminho das pedras&lt;br /&gt;Tantas pedras no caminho não seria tão ruim!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pWfUHGNCzOc/SLqtvK_FgJI/AAAAAAAAADA/jYjjkOBZG7o/s1600-h/Foto+136.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pWfUHGNCzOc/SLqtvK_FgJI/AAAAAAAAADA/jYjjkOBZG7o/s320/Foto+136.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240692142313406610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                        &lt;em&gt;Amo!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6703685317744254303-3272289956022362518?l=pedacodegente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pedacodegente.blogspot.com/feeds/3272289956022362518/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6703685317744254303&amp;postID=3272289956022362518' title='2 Comentários'/><link 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width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6703685317744254303.post-3358649754430800949</id><published>2008-08-24T10:37:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2008-08-24T10:42:34.176-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Domingo...</title><content type='html'>(Jura?!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me surpreendo cada dia mais com as pessoas!&lt;br /&gt;E essas surpresas tem sido - ainda bem - tão boas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6703685317744254303-3358649754430800949?l=pedacodegente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pedacodegente.blogspot.com/feeds/3358649754430800949/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6703685317744254303&amp;postID=3358649754430800949' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6703685317744254303/posts/default/3358649754430800949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6703685317744254303/posts/default/3358649754430800949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pedacodegente.blogspot.com/2008/08/domingo.html' title='Domingo...'/><author><name>Camila Florêncio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15834259029759812251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pWfUHGNCzOc/SnntifflkhI/AAAAAAAAAOM/59Zpyai_ANs/S220/DSC00072.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6703685317744254303.post-3412724290420406184</id><published>2008-08-22T20:50:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T20:50:42.048-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Bom...&lt;br /&gt;O primeiro passo foi dado!&lt;br /&gt;Que venham os próximos!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;\0/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6703685317744254303-3412724290420406184?l=pedacodegente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pedacodegente.blogspot.com/feeds/3412724290420406184/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6703685317744254303&amp;postID=3412724290420406184' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6703685317744254303/posts/default/3412724290420406184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6703685317744254303/posts/default/3412724290420406184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pedacodegente.blogspot.com/2008/08/bom.html' title=''/><author><name>Camila Florêncio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15834259029759812251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pWfUHGNCzOc/SnntifflkhI/AAAAAAAAAOM/59Zpyai_ANs/S220/DSC00072.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6703685317744254303.post-5894980769824516130</id><published>2008-08-19T23:30:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T23:31:14.151-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Precisando mudar de vida...&lt;br /&gt;Precisando de tempo, para pelo menos começar pelo cabelo!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6703685317744254303-5894980769824516130?l=pedacodegente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pedacodegente.blogspot.com/feeds/5894980769824516130/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6703685317744254303&amp;postID=5894980769824516130' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6703685317744254303/posts/default/5894980769824516130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6703685317744254303/posts/default/5894980769824516130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pedacodegente.blogspot.com/2008/08/precisando-mudar-de-vida.html' title=''/><author><name>Camila Florêncio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15834259029759812251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pWfUHGNCzOc/SnntifflkhI/AAAAAAAAAOM/59Zpyai_ANs/S220/DSC00072.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6703685317744254303.post-6589636324694513640</id><published>2008-08-17T21:58:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T08:45:37.613-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"... desejo, neste dia, apenas os seus desejos.&lt;br /&gt;Mesmo os mais insanos e incompreensíveis...&lt;br /&gt;Além disso tudo, desejo saúde, serenidade, sucesso e muita paz.&lt;br /&gt;Desejo amores verdadeiros, momentos inesquecíveis, vento no rosto, coração disparado, tremor pelo corpo todo e muita aprendizagem...&lt;br /&gt;Desejo alegria e uma vontade louca de viver cada dia...&lt;br /&gt;Desejo muita fé e muita proteçao para vc, Menina Camila...&lt;br /&gt;Aproveite o Dia porque ele é seu&lt;br /&gt;e trate de encantá-lo para que ele deixe saudade&lt;br /&gt;Parabéns e um ano repleto de luz&lt;br /&gt;amoooooooo"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pq hoje o dia é meu e de mais ninguém!&lt;br /&gt;E os problemas com telecomunicações não impediram de receber uma mensagem tão sincera e linda!&lt;br /&gt;Obrigada Ju!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E eu sabia... Era tudo culpa do meu inferno astral!&lt;br /&gt;E eu recebi o presente mais lindo do mundo... O que eu mais esperava e temia não receber... &lt;br /&gt;Espero que essa seja a última vez que eu espere por um presente como esse!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enfim... Acho que o brilho dos olhos voltaram!&lt;br /&gt;E eu espero que tenha sido pra ficar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu entreguei! Confiei! Aceitei! E agora agradeço... Sempre!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obrigada pelas visitas e telefonemas das pessoas mais lindas do mundo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PARABÉNS PRA MIM!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: Eu te amo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Update: Agora que vi que a postagem saiu como se tivesse sido feito no dia 18! =/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6703685317744254303-6589636324694513640?l=pedacodegente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pedacodegente.blogspot.com/feeds/6589636324694513640/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6703685317744254303&amp;postID=6589636324694513640' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6703685317744254303/posts/default/6589636324694513640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6703685317744254303/posts/default/6589636324694513640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pedacodegente.blogspot.com/2008/08/blog-post_18.html' title=''/><author><name>Camila Florêncio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15834259029759812251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pWfUHGNCzOc/SnntifflkhI/AAAAAAAAAOM/59Zpyai_ANs/S220/DSC00072.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6703685317744254303.post-8577989190220692718</id><published>2008-08-13T23:25:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T23:26:51.095-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Entrego! Confio! Aceito! Agradeço!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E é isso que tem me dado forças...&lt;br /&gt;Obrigada a quem está do meu lado agora!&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bjos&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6703685317744254303-8577989190220692718?l=pedacodegente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pedacodegente.blogspot.com/feeds/8577989190220692718/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6703685317744254303&amp;postID=8577989190220692718' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6703685317744254303/posts/default/8577989190220692718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6703685317744254303/posts/default/8577989190220692718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pedacodegente.blogspot.com/2008/08/entrego-confio-aceito-agradeo-e-isso.html' title=''/><author><name>Camila Florêncio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15834259029759812251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pWfUHGNCzOc/SnntifflkhI/AAAAAAAAAOM/59Zpyai_ANs/S220/DSC00072.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6703685317744254303.post-2992067314360565280</id><published>2008-08-10T15:36:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2008-08-10T15:41:06.285-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Dia dos pais...</title><content type='html'>E hoje é o dia dos pais!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Ninguém melhor para ser homenageado do que o homem da minha vida!&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pWfUHGNCzOc/SJ82Eq_RC7I/AAAAAAAAAC4/Zhiw3oo8bZA/s1600-h/Imagem+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pWfUHGNCzOc/SJ82Eq_RC7I/AAAAAAAAAC4/Zhiw3oo8bZA/s320/Imagem+009.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232960745914829746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pq hoje, ele fez por merecer mais do que homenagem!&lt;br /&gt;Fez confirmar a gratidão que sempre terei por ele...&lt;br /&gt;Foi ele que me deu o colo que precisava, e me ajudou a recuperar a respiração!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pai,&lt;br /&gt;Eu simplesmente te amo!&lt;br /&gt;Parabéns por todos os dias que vc é o melhor dos pais pra mim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parabéns a todos os outros papais também!&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6703685317744254303-2992067314360565280?l=pedacodegente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pedacodegente.blogspot.com/feeds/2992067314360565280/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6703685317744254303&amp;postID=2992067314360565280' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6703685317744254303/posts/default/2992067314360565280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6703685317744254303/posts/default/2992067314360565280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pedacodegente.blogspot.com/2008/08/dia-dos-pais.html' title='Dia dos pais...'/><author><name>Camila Florêncio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15834259029759812251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pWfUHGNCzOc/SnntifflkhI/AAAAAAAAAOM/59Zpyai_ANs/S220/DSC00072.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pWfUHGNCzOc/SJ82Eq_RC7I/AAAAAAAAAC4/Zhiw3oo8bZA/s72-c/Imagem+009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6703685317744254303.post-6053014352958066466</id><published>2008-08-09T21:11:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-08-09T21:13:00.453-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"This is the end&lt;br /&gt;Beautiful friend&lt;br /&gt;This is the end&lt;br /&gt;My only friend, the end&lt;br /&gt;Of our elaborate plans, the end&lt;br /&gt;Of everything that stands, the end&lt;br /&gt;No safety or surprise, the end&lt;br /&gt;I'll never look into your eyes...again&lt;br /&gt;Can you picture what will be&lt;br /&gt;So limitless and free&lt;br /&gt;Desperately in need...of some...stranger's hand&lt;br /&gt;In a...desperate land?"&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/6703685317744254303-6053014352958066466?l=pedacodegente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pedacodegente.blogspot.com/feeds/6053014352958066466/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6703685317744254303&amp;postID=6053014352958066466' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6703685317744254303/posts/default/6053014352958066466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6703685317744254303/posts/default/6053014352958066466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pedacodegente.blogspot.com/2008/08/blog-post_10.html' title=''/><author><name>Camila Florêncio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15834259029759812251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pWfUHGNCzOc/SnntifflkhI/AAAAAAAAAOM/59Zpyai_ANs/S220/DSC00072.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6703685317744254303.post-6683943578994370441</id><published>2008-08-06T23:25:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T23:26:48.290-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Porque essa foto me dá saudades!&lt;br /&gt;De alguma coisa que não sei exatamente o que - ou sei...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pWfUHGNCzOc/SJpdUlbnYmI/AAAAAAAAACo/B2Yz76qKJxA/s1600-h/Imagem+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pWfUHGNCzOc/SJpdUlbnYmI/AAAAAAAAACo/B2Yz76qKJxA/s320/Imagem+002.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231596525370958434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6703685317744254303-6683943578994370441?l=pedacodegente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pedacodegente.blogspot.com/feeds/6683943578994370441/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6703685317744254303&amp;postID=6683943578994370441' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6703685317744254303/posts/default/6683943578994370441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6703685317744254303/posts/default/6683943578994370441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pedacodegente.blogspot.com/2008/08/porque-essa-foto-me-d-saudades-de.html' title=''/><author><name>Camila Florêncio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15834259029759812251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pWfUHGNCzOc/SnntifflkhI/AAAAAAAAAOM/59Zpyai_ANs/S220/DSC00072.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pWfUHGNCzOc/SJpdUlbnYmI/AAAAAAAAACo/B2Yz76qKJxA/s72-c/Imagem+002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6703685317744254303.post-4736334524478056706</id><published>2008-08-05T23:32:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T23:32:55.718-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Quero meus professores do quarto período de volta!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ponto final.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6703685317744254303-4736334524478056706?l=pedacodegente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pedacodegente.blogspot.com/feeds/4736334524478056706/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6703685317744254303&amp;postID=4736334524478056706' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6703685317744254303/posts/default/4736334524478056706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6703685317744254303/posts/default/4736334524478056706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pedacodegente.blogspot.com/2008/08/quero-meus-professores-do-quarto-perodo.html' title=''/><author><name>Camila Florêncio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15834259029759812251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pWfUHGNCzOc/SnntifflkhI/AAAAAAAAAOM/59Zpyai_ANs/S220/DSC00072.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6703685317744254303.post-6108312746836886108</id><published>2008-08-04T23:24:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2008-08-04T23:31:44.933-03:00</updated><title type='text'>O mundo dá voltas...</title><content type='html'>Acho que só essa frase pode explicar tantas mudanças repentinas que acontecem na nossa vida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E ao ler certas coisas ontem, que me lembraram certos fatos e momentos, acalmei meu coração com essa idéia! Diminuí a ansiedade... E como foi bom ler aquilo que estava ali, embaixo do meu nariz! Como foi bom ter certeza daquilo que ainda colocava uma interrogação na minha cabeça e no meu coração! Como foi bom substituir os sentimentos da tarde de domingo, por aqueles vindos de uma letrinha torta mais que especial... Porque esses sim, eram os verdadeiros! No domingo, eles se esconderam atrás de nuvens pretas, que logo vão embora com o vento! &lt;br /&gt;E como esse vento é especial na(s) minha (nossas) vida(s)!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: Pessoal, atentem-se para os meus feeds compartilhados, ao lado! Tem sempre muitas vagas bacanas na área de comunicação.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6703685317744254303-6108312746836886108?l=pedacodegente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pedacodegente.blogspot.com/feeds/6108312746836886108/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6703685317744254303&amp;postID=6108312746836886108' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6703685317744254303/posts/default/6108312746836886108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6703685317744254303/posts/default/6108312746836886108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pedacodegente.blogspot.com/2008/08/o-mundo-d-voltas.html' title='O mundo dá voltas...'/><author><name>Camila Florêncio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15834259029759812251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pWfUHGNCzOc/SnntifflkhI/AAAAAAAAAOM/59Zpyai_ANs/S220/DSC00072.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6703685317744254303.post-8465330364453928701</id><published>2008-08-03T20:13:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2008-08-03T20:16:16.994-03:00</updated><title type='text'>The first one...</title><content type='html'>Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah que coisa lindaaaaa!&lt;br /&gt;Ganhei meu primeiro selinho, da &lt;a href="http://meninadeoculos.blogspot.com/"&gt;Menina de óculos&lt;/a&gt;!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Valeu, Fran!&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_pWfUHGNCzOc/SJY8A1MCR_I/AAAAAAAAACg/6ApVNVV988Q/s1600-h/blog_mara.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_pWfUHGNCzOc/SJY8A1MCR_I/AAAAAAAAACg/6ApVNVV988Q/s320/blog_mara.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230434002212636658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Repassando só pra &lt;a href="http://glauribeiro.blogspot.com/"&gt;Glauzinha&lt;/a&gt;!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Pq ela merece...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6703685317744254303-8465330364453928701?l=pedacodegente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pedacodegente.blogspot.com/feeds/8465330364453928701/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6703685317744254303&amp;postID=8465330364453928701' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6703685317744254303/posts/default/8465330364453928701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6703685317744254303/posts/default/8465330364453928701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pedacodegente.blogspot.com/2008/08/first-one.html' title='The first one...'/><author><name>Camila Florêncio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15834259029759812251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pWfUHGNCzOc/SnntifflkhI/AAAAAAAAAOM/59Zpyai_ANs/S220/DSC00072.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_pWfUHGNCzOc/SJY8A1MCR_I/AAAAAAAAACg/6ApVNVV988Q/s72-c/blog_mara.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6703685317744254303.post-2133180322548910736</id><published>2008-08-03T09:37:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2008-08-03T09:37:46.213-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Se te pareço noturna e imperfeita&lt;br /&gt;Olha- me de novo.&lt;br /&gt;Porque essa noite&lt;br /&gt;Olhei- me a mim&lt;br /&gt;como se tu me olhasses&lt;br /&gt;e era como se a água desejasse&lt;br /&gt;escapar de sua casa&lt;br /&gt;que é o rio&lt;br /&gt;e deslizando apenas&lt;br /&gt;sem tocar a imagem&lt;br /&gt;Olha- me de novo&lt;br /&gt;com menos altivez e mais atento&lt;br /&gt;Olha- me mais uma vez..."&lt;br /&gt;(Hilda Hilst)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6703685317744254303-2133180322548910736?l=pedacodegente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pedacodegente.blogspot.com/feeds/2133180322548910736/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6703685317744254303&amp;postID=2133180322548910736' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6703685317744254303/posts/default/2133180322548910736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6703685317744254303/posts/default/2133180322548910736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pedacodegente.blogspot.com/2008/08/blog-post_04.html' title=''/><author><name>Camila Florêncio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15834259029759812251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pWfUHGNCzOc/SnntifflkhI/AAAAAAAAAOM/59Zpyai_ANs/S220/DSC00072.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6703685317744254303.post-1786697206486265957</id><published>2008-08-02T11:07:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2008-08-02T11:07:45.223-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>As coisas não mudaram muito desde o último post...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Infelizmente!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6703685317744254303-1786697206486265957?l=pedacodegente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pedacodegente.blogspot.com/feeds/1786697206486265957/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6703685317744254303&amp;postID=1786697206486265957' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6703685317744254303/posts/default/1786697206486265957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6703685317744254303/posts/default/1786697206486265957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pedacodegente.blogspot.com/2008/08/as-coisas-no-mudaram-muito-desde-o.html' title=''/><author><name>Camila Florêncio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15834259029759812251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pWfUHGNCzOc/SnntifflkhI/AAAAAAAAAOM/59Zpyai_ANs/S220/DSC00072.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6703685317744254303.post-2896942097194524984</id><published>2008-08-01T18:58:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2008-08-01T18:59:41.524-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Certa vez, uma amiga me disse que a tristeza é inspiradora! &lt;br /&gt;Acho que ela tinha razão... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ontem, meu coração que estava quentinho e aconchegante, de uma hora pra outra, ficou apertado! Apertado ao ponto de eu senti-lo sufocando minha alma... &lt;br /&gt;O que mais dói, é a indecisão... &lt;br /&gt;A certeza vinda de um lado só... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ta foda!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6703685317744254303-2896942097194524984?l=pedacodegente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pedacodegente.blogspot.com/feeds/2896942097194524984/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6703685317744254303&amp;postID=2896942097194524984' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6703685317744254303/posts/default/2896942097194524984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6703685317744254303/posts/default/2896942097194524984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pedacodegente.blogspot.com/2008/08/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Camila Florêncio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15834259029759812251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pWfUHGNCzOc/SnntifflkhI/AAAAAAAAAOM/59Zpyai_ANs/S220/DSC00072.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6703685317744254303.post-8039631010605926247</id><published>2008-07-31T20:50:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2008-07-31T20:59:39.767-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Nostalgia...</title><content type='html'>Hoje é dia de pijama flanelado, miojo, e camaaaaa!!!!&lt;br /&gt;\0/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E as férias estão acabando! =(&lt;br /&gt;E eu sinto muuuuita falta de quando duas semaninhas atoa pareciam uma eternidade. Na verdade, a saudade não é só disso...&lt;br /&gt;Saudade de momentos e pessoas! Daquelas que ficaram lá atrás e de outras tantas que vieram comigo, mesmo que só no coração.&lt;br /&gt;Mas não é aquela saudade que dói... Saudade que aquece o coração apenas por esses momentos terem existido.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E como meu coração anda quentinho!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6703685317744254303-8039631010605926247?l=pedacodegente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pedacodegente.blogspot.com/feeds/8039631010605926247/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6703685317744254303&amp;postID=8039631010605926247' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6703685317744254303/posts/default/8039631010605926247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6703685317744254303/posts/default/8039631010605926247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pedacodegente.blogspot.com/2008/08/nostalgia.html' title='Nostalgia...'/><author><name>Camila Florêncio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15834259029759812251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pWfUHGNCzOc/SnntifflkhI/AAAAAAAAAOM/59Zpyai_ANs/S220/DSC00072.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6703685317744254303.post-5979662368694910861</id><published>2008-07-30T21:24:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T21:25:15.683-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Engraçado...</title><content type='html'>... Quando temos um blog, tudo a nossa volta se torna idéia para o post do dia! &lt;br /&gt;Inclusive pensar nisso!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6703685317744254303-5979662368694910861?l=pedacodegente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pedacodegente.blogspot.com/feeds/5979662368694910861/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6703685317744254303&amp;postID=5979662368694910861' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6703685317744254303/posts/default/5979662368694910861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6703685317744254303/posts/default/5979662368694910861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pedacodegente.blogspot.com/2008/07/engraado.html' title='Engraçado...'/><author><name>Camila Florêncio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15834259029759812251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pWfUHGNCzOc/SnntifflkhI/AAAAAAAAAOM/59Zpyai_ANs/S220/DSC00072.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6703685317744254303.post-868869807335651645</id><published>2008-07-29T20:10:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2008-07-29T20:35:37.304-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Tempo que passa rápido demais...</title><content type='html'>I’m back!&lt;br /&gt;Pense em dias bons... Pois é!&lt;br /&gt;Dias atípicos. Dias que, ao contrário dos outros, eu não quis que terminassem logo.&lt;br /&gt;Sabe aquela sensação de que o tempo passa rápido demais? É tudo nossa culpa! Ficamos loucos pro final de semana chegar logo. Corremos todos os dias e torcemos por isso. E não vemos a vida passar... Esse desejo acaba refletindo nos finais de semana que, mesmo tão desejados, têm passado cada dia mais rápido.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E esse não foi assim!&lt;br /&gt;Foram dias e noites leves... Suaves, mesmo! Apesar das discussões políticas e familiares, que conseguiram se tornar até agradáveis e engraçadas. E, afinal de contas, é mais difícil criar menino ou menina? Rs...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Queria mais dias como aqueles! Sem televisão, internet... Tudo bem que tinha até sinal de celular, mas ele ficou na bolsa! Queria mais dias com toda aquela natureza aos meus pés!&lt;br /&gt;Queria mais dias e mais tempo de dedicação às pessoas! Mais tempo para conversar coisas às vezes com sentido, às vezes sem sentido algum em volta do fogão à lenha! Mais tempo pra me dedicar a mim mesma!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ai...&lt;br /&gt;Em resumo: Queria mais finais de semana como esse!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_pWfUHGNCzOc/SI-mpIEyn3I/AAAAAAAAABw/z-AjCtimF04/s1600-h/Foto+147.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_pWfUHGNCzOc/SI-mpIEyn3I/AAAAAAAAABw/z-AjCtimF04/s320/Foto+147.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228580917872861042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_pWfUHGNCzOc/SI-pCbKx6QI/AAAAAAAAACI/J5qc7JGWmoI/s1600-h/Foto+067.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_pWfUHGNCzOc/SI-pCbKx6QI/AAAAAAAAACI/J5qc7JGWmoI/s320/Foto+067.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228583551518238978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_pWfUHGNCzOc/SI-ny716cHI/AAAAAAAAAB4/GwmPofTmBAw/s1600-h/Foto+060.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_pWfUHGNCzOc/SI-ny716cHI/AAAAAAAAAB4/GwmPofTmBAw/s320/Foto+060.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228582185899552882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6703685317744254303-868869807335651645?l=pedacodegente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pedacodegente.blogspot.com/feeds/868869807335651645/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6703685317744254303&amp;postID=868869807335651645' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6703685317744254303/posts/default/868869807335651645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6703685317744254303/posts/default/868869807335651645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pedacodegente.blogspot.com/2008/07/tempo-que-passa-rpido-demais.html' title='Tempo que passa rápido demais...'/><author><name>Camila Florêncio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15834259029759812251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pWfUHGNCzOc/SnntifflkhI/AAAAAAAAAOM/59Zpyai_ANs/S220/DSC00072.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_pWfUHGNCzOc/SI-mpIEyn3I/AAAAAAAAABw/z-AjCtimF04/s72-c/Foto+147.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6703685317744254303.post-8736752779143743274</id><published>2008-07-25T18:17:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-07-25T18:18:06.834-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Far, far away!</title><content type='html'>Até segunda!&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/6703685317744254303-8736752779143743274?l=pedacodegente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pedacodegente.blogspot.com/feeds/8736752779143743274/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6703685317744254303&amp;postID=8736752779143743274' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6703685317744254303/posts/default/8736752779143743274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6703685317744254303/posts/default/8736752779143743274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pedacodegente.blogspot.com/2008/07/far-far-away.html' title='Far, far away!'/><author><name>Camila Florêncio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15834259029759812251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pWfUHGNCzOc/SnntifflkhI/AAAAAAAAAOM/59Zpyai_ANs/S220/DSC00072.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6703685317744254303.post-3758034236419094510</id><published>2008-07-23T19:47:00.006-03:00</published><updated>2008-07-23T21:52:30.051-03:00</updated><title type='text'>That's me!</title><content type='html'>Bom...&lt;br /&gt;Esse post começou bem diferente de como vai terminar (espero).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como o próprio título diz, vou me apresentar - afinal de contas, nem meu perfil do blog coloquei ainda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estou no quinto período da faculdade Comunicação social - Gestão da comunicação integrada (sim, integrada) na PUC. Semestre que vem, a habilitação escolhida será jornalismo. Moro em BH, tenho 19 anos, sou alta, olhos castanhos, linda e cheirosa e blá, blá, blá (saudades dos chats)....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosto de filmes de desenho e amo crianças, chocolate e todas baboseiras características. Ou seja, mistura perfeita! Hum... Adoro ver filmes repetidos também!&lt;br /&gt;Gosto de ler textos bacanas e de um português bem escrito.&lt;br /&gt;Penso no futuro a todo tempo com os pés firmes no chão.&lt;br /&gt;Sou leonina! E isso por si só já fala muito de mim.&lt;br /&gt;Namoro! Amo! Amo! Amo!&lt;br /&gt;Tenho 2 papagaios bandidos que eu amo, também!&lt;br /&gt;Minha irmã mais velha mora nos EUA e é uma inconsequente que acha que tem 15 anos (finalmente...) e me pede conselhos. Ironia!&lt;br /&gt;Faço estágio e aprendo! Com a empresa, com o serviço e com as pessoas. webAula que o diga!&lt;br /&gt;Faço parte da campanha 14 horas de sono por dia!&lt;br /&gt;Tenho amigos... Poucos e ótimos! E sinto falta daqueles que não posso ver o tanto que quero!&lt;br /&gt;Sinto saudade de coisas do passado... Mas não me prendo a ele!&lt;br /&gt;Sou sarcástica, sínica - quando necessário - e às vezes sincera demais!&lt;br /&gt;Adoro comentários no meio das frases separados por hífens e exagero nas exclamações!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Tenho dificuldade em me descrever e fico tímida quando elogiada!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... (reticências!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_pWfUHGNCzOc/SIe6TOiXLsI/AAAAAAAAABg/sJcGwWIF2K8/s1600-h/Imagem+063.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_pWfUHGNCzOc/SIe6TOiXLsI/AAAAAAAAABg/sJcGwWIF2K8/s320/Imagem+063.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226350732069252802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6703685317744254303-3758034236419094510?l=pedacodegente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pedacodegente.blogspot.com/feeds/3758034236419094510/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6703685317744254303&amp;postID=3758034236419094510' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6703685317744254303/posts/default/3758034236419094510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6703685317744254303/posts/default/3758034236419094510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pedacodegente.blogspot.com/2008/07/thats-me.html' title='That&apos;s me!'/><author><name>Camila Florêncio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15834259029759812251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pWfUHGNCzOc/SnntifflkhI/AAAAAAAAAOM/59Zpyai_ANs/S220/DSC00072.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_pWfUHGNCzOc/SIe6TOiXLsI/AAAAAAAAABg/sJcGwWIF2K8/s72-c/Imagem+063.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6703685317744254303.post-8882255298527465849</id><published>2008-07-22T19:21:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2008-07-22T19:26:58.598-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Não me faça ter preguiça de você!</title><content type='html'>.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ai que preguiça de gente puxa-saco!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Preguiça daquele tipo de pessoa que faz de tudo para ser legal - Ou seja, puxa-saco!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Preguiça de gente que mente!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Preguiça de gente forçada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Preguiça de gente que lava a calçada quando deveria apenas varrer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Preguiça de gente que joga lixo na rua e pela janela do carro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Preguiça de gente sem educação!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Preguiça de gente que reclama de tudo e todos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Preguiça de gente que se acha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Preguiça...&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/6703685317744254303-8882255298527465849?l=pedacodegente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pedacodegente.blogspot.com/feeds/8882255298527465849/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6703685317744254303&amp;postID=8882255298527465849' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6703685317744254303/posts/default/8882255298527465849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6703685317744254303/posts/default/8882255298527465849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pedacodegente.blogspot.com/2008/07/no-me-faa-ter-preguia-de-voc.html' title='Não me faça ter preguiça de você!'/><author><name>Camila Florêncio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15834259029759812251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pWfUHGNCzOc/SnntifflkhI/AAAAAAAAAOM/59Zpyai_ANs/S220/DSC00072.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6703685317744254303.post-2221469850910383751</id><published>2008-07-20T08:45:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2008-07-20T08:47:35.749-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Noite mal dormida...</title><content type='html'>...olheiras do tamanho do mundo!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6703685317744254303-2221469850910383751?l=pedacodegente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pedacodegente.blogspot.com/feeds/2221469850910383751/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6703685317744254303&amp;postID=2221469850910383751' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6703685317744254303/posts/default/2221469850910383751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6703685317744254303/posts/default/2221469850910383751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pedacodegente.blogspot.com/2008/07/noite-mal-dormida.html' title='Noite mal dormida...'/><author><name>Camila Florêncio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15834259029759812251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pWfUHGNCzOc/SnntifflkhI/AAAAAAAAAOM/59Zpyai_ANs/S220/DSC00072.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6703685317744254303.post-88203338406194474</id><published>2008-07-19T19:08:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-07-19T19:20:02.220-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Onde td começou...</title><content type='html'>Bom... Depois de muito relutar, não resisti: Está aqui o meu blog.&lt;br /&gt;Sempre gostei muito de blogs e de passar tempo passeando por eles...&lt;br /&gt;Criar o meu já era outra história....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não queria ser apenas mais uma estudante de comunicação "revolucionária" - muitas aspas - que acompanha a modinha do direito de livre expressão que a net nos dá! Nem quero... Mas cá estou. Sem muitos planos de como será o futuro disso aqui... Quem sabe não aprendi um pouco da receita com todos estes megas blogs que leio diariamente?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas como este é o primeiro post, cabe uma apresentação:&lt;br /&gt;Prazer, meu nome é Camila Florêncio!&lt;br /&gt;E sou um pedaço de gente - não muito pequeninho - que quer falar para o mundo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enfim... Seja bem-vindo e volte sempre!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6703685317744254303-88203338406194474?l=pedacodegente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pedacodegente.blogspot.com/feeds/88203338406194474/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6703685317744254303&amp;postID=88203338406194474' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6703685317744254303/posts/default/88203338406194474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6703685317744254303/posts/default/88203338406194474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pedacodegente.blogspot.com/2008/07/onde-td-comeou.html' title='Onde td começou...'/><author><name>Camila Florêncio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15834259029759812251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pWfUHGNCzOc/SnntifflkhI/AAAAAAAAAOM/59Zpyai_ANs/S220/DSC00072.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry></feed>
