<?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-662992285517687052</id><updated>2011-11-29T11:53:51.012-02:00</updated><category term='eventos'/><category term='versos e poesias'/><category term='reportagens'/><category term='você sabia?'/><category term='dicas'/><category term='música'/><category term='desabafo'/><category term='meus'/><category term='charges'/><category term='diversão'/><title type='text'>MENTE VS CORAÇÃO</title><subtitle type='html'>a mente declara guerra, o coração quer paz. juntos uma sintonia perfeita para as escolhas das nossas vidas...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mtrendel.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/662992285517687052/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mtrendel.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/662992285517687052/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Monique Trendel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16237726065262032519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>136</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-662992285517687052.post-4980859639466906565</id><published>2010-12-23T11:49:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2010-12-23T11:49:57.758-02:00</updated><title type='text'>feliz novo olhar</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: #8e7cc3; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;FELIZ OLHAR NOVO!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #8e7cc3; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #8e7cc3;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #8e7cc3; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Carlos Drumond de Andrade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #8e7cc3;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #8e7cc3; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;O grande barato da vida é olhar para trás e sentir orgulho da sua história. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #8e7cc3;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #8e7cc3; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;O grande lance é viver cada momento como se a receita da felicidade fosse o AQUI e o AGORA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #8e7cc3;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #8e7cc3; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Claro que a vida prega peças. É lógico que, por vezes, o pneu fura, chove demais... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #8e7cc3;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #8e7cc3; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;mas, pensa só: tem graça viver sem rir de gargalhar pelo menos uma vez ao dia?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #8e7cc3;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #8e7cc3; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Tem sentido ficar chateado durante o dia todo por causa de uma discussão na ida pro trabalho? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #8e7cc3;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #8e7cc3; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Quero viver bem. 2010 foi um ano cheio.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #8e7cc3;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #8e7cc3; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Foi cheio de coisas boas e realizações, mas também cheio de problemas e desilusões.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #8e7cc3;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #8e7cc3; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Normal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #8e7cc3;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #8e7cc3; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Às vezes se espera demais das pessoas. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #8e7cc3;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #8e7cc3; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Normal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #8e7cc3;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #8e7cc3; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;A grana que não veio, o amigo que decepcionou, o amor que acabou.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #8e7cc3;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #8e7cc3; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Normal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #8e7cc3;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #8e7cc3; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;2011 não vai ser diferente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #8e7cc3;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #8e7cc3; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Muda o século, o milênio muda, mas o homem é cheio de imperfeições, a natureza tem sua personalidade que nem sempre é a que a gente deseja, mas e aí? Fazer o quê? Acabar com seu dia? Com seu bom humor? Com sua esperança? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #8e7cc3;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #8e7cc3; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;O que eu desejo para todos nós é sabedoria!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #8e7cc3;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #8e7cc3; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;E que todos saibamos transformar tudo em uma boa experiência!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #8e7cc3;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #8e7cc3; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Que todos consigamos perdoar o desconhecido, o mal educado. Ele passou na sua vida. Não pode ser responsável por um dia ruim... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #8e7cc3;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #8e7cc3; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Entender o amigo que não merece nossa melhor parte. Se ele decepcionou, passe-o para a categoria 3, a dos amigos. Ou mude de classe, transforme-o em colega. Além do mais, a gente, provavelmente, também já decepcionou alguém. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #8e7cc3;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #8e7cc3; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;O nosso desejo não se realizou? Beleza, não tava na hora, não deveria ser a melhor coisa prá esse momento &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #8e7cc3;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #8e7cc3; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;(me lembro sempre de um lance que eu adoro: CUIDADO COM SEUS DESEJOS, ELES PODEM SE TORNAR REALIDADE).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #8e7cc3;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #8e7cc3; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Chorar de dor, de solidão, de tristeza, faz parte do ser humano. Não adianta lutar contra isso. Mas se a gente se entende e permite olhar o outro e o mundo com generosidade, as coisas ficam diferentes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #8e7cc3;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #8e7cc3; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Desejo para todo mundo esse olhar especial.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #8e7cc3;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #8e7cc3; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;2011 pode ser um ano especial, muito legal, se entendermos nossas fragilidades e egoísmos e dermos a volta nisso. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #8e7cc3;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #8e7cc3; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Somos fracos, mas podemos melhorar. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #8e7cc3;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #8e7cc3; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Somos egoístas, mas podemos entender o outro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #8e7cc3;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #8e7cc3; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;2011 pode ser o bicho, o máximo, maravilhoso, lindo, espetacular... ou... pode ser puro orgulho!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #8e7cc3;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #8e7cc3; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Depende de mim, de você! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #8e7cc3;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #8e7cc3; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Pode ser. E que seja!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #8e7cc3;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #8e7cc3; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Feliz olhar novo!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #8e7cc3;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #8e7cc3; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Que a virada do ano não seja somente uma data, mas um momento para repensarmos tudo o que fizemos e que desejamos, afinal sonhos e desejos podem se tornar realidade somente se fizermos jus e acreditarmos neles.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/662992285517687052-4980859639466906565?l=mtrendel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mtrendel.blogspot.com/feeds/4980859639466906565/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=662992285517687052&amp;postID=4980859639466906565' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/662992285517687052/posts/default/4980859639466906565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/662992285517687052/posts/default/4980859639466906565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mtrendel.blogspot.com/2010/12/feliz-novo-olhar.html' title='feliz novo olhar'/><author><name>Monique Trendel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16237726065262032519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-662992285517687052.post-3226389682752595676</id><published>2010-08-27T14:32:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-08-27T14:32:24.720-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Labirinto</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6fa8dc; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Sabe quando tu acorda daquele jeito? é! com aquela sensação de fim do mundo, pois é...fuga!!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6fa8dc; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Fugimos de coisas que tememos, mas sabe o que é pior? Acabar no mesmo labirinto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6fa8dc; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Então tomei uma decisão importantíssima...encarar, sair do labirinto, deixar de lado aquele pensamento " Ah, tá tudo bem, posso deixar acontecer"., pqp é difícil, mas é possível, não permitir. Senão caímos no faz-de-conta, no faz-de-conta-que-eu-acredito, no faz-de-conta-que-tá-tudo-bem e por aí vai...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6fa8dc; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Fazer de conta é uma especialidade do ser humano quando nos confortamos com uma situação e acabamos deixando a água correr, que desperdício de " água"!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6fa8dc; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; CHEGA!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6fa8dc; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Esse é o momento de buscar novas rotas, seguir outros rumos, resgatar verdades, unir todas as forças e sair do labirinto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_40UVatHuxho/THf2mYpk0jI/AAAAAAAAAxQ/Z3htfjDjwoI/s1600/labirinto_da_vida.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ox="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_40UVatHuxho/THf2mYpk0jI/AAAAAAAAAxQ/Z3htfjDjwoI/s320/labirinto_da_vida.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/662992285517687052-3226389682752595676?l=mtrendel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mtrendel.blogspot.com/feeds/3226389682752595676/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=662992285517687052&amp;postID=3226389682752595676' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/662992285517687052/posts/default/3226389682752595676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/662992285517687052/posts/default/3226389682752595676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mtrendel.blogspot.com/2010/08/labirinto.html' title='Labirinto'/><author><name>Monique Trendel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16237726065262032519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_40UVatHuxho/THf2mYpk0jI/AAAAAAAAAxQ/Z3htfjDjwoI/s72-c/labirinto_da_vida.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-662992285517687052.post-6091449711862462629</id><published>2010-07-20T11:26:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2010-07-20T11:31:36.219-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Dia dos Amigos!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_40UVatHuxho/TEWzFoCi14I/AAAAAAAAAvo/ILehin6MMAc/s1600/pharapha1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495995829504366466" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_40UVatHuxho/TEWzFoCi14I/AAAAAAAAAvo/ILehin6MMAc/s320/pharapha1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;ENTRE AMIGOS&lt;br /&gt;12 de abril de 1999&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para que serve um amigo? Para rachar a gasolina, emprestar a prancha, recomendar um disco, dar carona pra festa, passar cola, caminhar no shopping, segurar a barra. Todas as alternativas estão corretas, porém isso não basta para guardar um amigo do lado esquerdo do peito.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Milan Kundera, escritor tcheco, escreveu em seu último livro, "A Identidade", que a amizade é indispensável para o bom funcionamento da memória e para a integridade do próprio eu. Chama os amigos de testemunhas do passado e diz que eles são nosso espelho, que através deles podemos nos olhar. Vai além: diz que toda amizade é uma aliança contra a adversidade, aliança sem a qual o ser humano ficaria desarmado contra seus inimigos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Verdade verdadeira. Amigos recentes custam a perceber essa aliança, não valorizam ainda o que está sendo contruído. São amizades não testadas pelo tempo, não se sabe se enfrentarão com solidez as tempestades ou se serão varridos numa chuva de verão. Veremos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um amigo não racha apenas a gasolina: racha lembranças, crises de choro, experiências. Racha a culpa, racha segredos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um amigo não empresta apenas a prancha. Empresta o verbo, empresta o ombro, empresta o tempo, empresta o calor e a jaqueta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um amigo não recomenda apenas um disco. Recomenda cautela, recomenda um emprego, recomenda um país.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um amigo não dá carona apenas pra festa. Te leva pro mundo dele, e topa conhecer o teu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um amigo não passa apenas cola. Passa contigo um aperto, passa junto o reveillon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um amigo não caminha apenas no shopping. Anda em silêncio na dor, entra contigo em campo, sai do fracasso ao teu lado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um amigo não segura a barra, apenas. Segura a mão, a ausência, segura uma confissão, segura o tranco, o palavrão, segura o elevador.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Duas dúzias de amigos assim ninguém tem. Se tiver um, amém.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Martha Medeiros&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&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/662992285517687052-6091449711862462629?l=mtrendel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mtrendel.blogspot.com/feeds/6091449711862462629/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=662992285517687052&amp;postID=6091449711862462629' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/662992285517687052/posts/default/6091449711862462629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/662992285517687052/posts/default/6091449711862462629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mtrendel.blogspot.com/2010/07/dia-dos-amigos.html' title='Dia dos Amigos!!!'/><author><name>Monique Trendel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16237726065262032519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_40UVatHuxho/TEWzFoCi14I/AAAAAAAAAvo/ILehin6MMAc/s72-c/pharapha1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-662992285517687052.post-5673477662242983126</id><published>2010-04-23T10:27:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2010-04-26T22:07:57.219-03:00</updated><title type='text'>23 de abril - Dia de São Jorge</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_40UVatHuxho/S9GjdUGtc-I/AAAAAAAAAto/Wg81fkbj3i0/s1600/sao-jorge.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 293px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463327546985509858" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_40UVatHuxho/S9GjdUGtc-I/AAAAAAAAAto/Wg81fkbj3i0/s320/sao-jorge.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'Times New Roman';font-size:medium;"&gt;Jorge me guarde no coração&lt;br /&gt;Que a malvadeza desse mundo é grande em extensão&lt;br /&gt;E muitas vezes tem ar de anjo&lt;br /&gt;E garras de dragão.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/662992285517687052-5673477662242983126?l=mtrendel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mtrendel.blogspot.com/feeds/5673477662242983126/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=662992285517687052&amp;postID=5673477662242983126' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/662992285517687052/posts/default/5673477662242983126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/662992285517687052/posts/default/5673477662242983126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mtrendel.blogspot.com/2010/04/23-de-abril-dia-de-sao-jorge.html' title='23 de abril - Dia de São Jorge'/><author><name>Monique Trendel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16237726065262032519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_40UVatHuxho/S9GjdUGtc-I/AAAAAAAAAto/Wg81fkbj3i0/s72-c/sao-jorge.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-662992285517687052.post-321949010097461444</id><published>2010-04-02T22:19:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-04-02T22:27:58.925-03:00</updated><title type='text'>sou</title><content type='html'>" Não sei quem sou, que alma tenho.&lt;br /&gt;Quando falo com sinceridade não sei com que sinceridade falo.&lt;br /&gt;Sou variamente outro do que um eu que não sei se existe (se é esses outros)...&lt;br /&gt;Sinto crenças que não tenho.&lt;br /&gt;Enlevam-me ânsias que repudio.&lt;br /&gt;A minha perpétua atenção sobre mim perpetuamente me ponta&lt;br /&gt;traições de alma a um carácter que talvez eu não tenha,&lt;br /&gt;nem ela julga que eu tenho.&lt;br /&gt;Sinto-me múltiplo.&lt;br /&gt;Sou como um quarto com inúmeros espelhos fantásticos&lt;br /&gt;que torcem para reflexões falsas&lt;br /&gt;uma única anterior realidade que não está em nenhuma e está em todas.&lt;br /&gt;Como o panteísta se sente árvore (?) e até a flor,&lt;br /&gt;eu sinto-me vários seres.&lt;br /&gt;Sinto-me viver vidas alheias, em mim, incompletamente,&lt;br /&gt;como se o meu ser participasse de todos os homens,&lt;br /&gt;incompletamente de cada (?),&lt;br /&gt;por uma suma de não-eus sintetizados num eu postiço."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Fernando Pessoa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/662992285517687052-321949010097461444?l=mtrendel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mtrendel.blogspot.com/feeds/321949010097461444/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=662992285517687052&amp;postID=321949010097461444' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/662992285517687052/posts/default/321949010097461444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/662992285517687052/posts/default/321949010097461444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mtrendel.blogspot.com/2010/04/sou.html' title='sou'/><author><name>Monique Trendel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16237726065262032519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-662992285517687052.post-3586966857706682893</id><published>2010-03-17T11:41:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2010-03-17T11:55:26.326-03:00</updated><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_40UVatHuxho/S6Dqkrg_0eI/AAAAAAAAAtc/7B5z8UoUiYQ/s1600-h/borbo.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449613464995615202" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_40UVatHuxho/S6Dqkrg_0eI/AAAAAAAAAtc/7B5z8UoUiYQ/s320/borbo.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;" A vida tem a cor que você pinta."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;Mário Bonatti&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/662992285517687052-3586966857706682893?l=mtrendel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mtrendel.blogspot.com/feeds/3586966857706682893/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=662992285517687052&amp;postID=3586966857706682893' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/662992285517687052/posts/default/3586966857706682893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/662992285517687052/posts/default/3586966857706682893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mtrendel.blogspot.com/2010/03/blog-post_17.html' title='...'/><author><name>Monique Trendel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16237726065262032519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_40UVatHuxho/S6Dqkrg_0eI/AAAAAAAAAtc/7B5z8UoUiYQ/s72-c/borbo.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-662992285517687052.post-3816090846449630007</id><published>2010-03-17T11:23:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2010-03-17T11:34:05.500-03:00</updated><title type='text'>O ombro amigo - Paulo Sant´Ana</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ccccff;"&gt;De que matéria e substância é feito um amigo? Como pode um estranho equiparar-se a nosso pai e a nossa mãe, até mesmo sobrepujá-los em lealdade e dedicação?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que amálgama une um amigo a outro? Em que mistura de elementos se alicerça afinal uma amizade?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não há dúvida de que a amizade suplanta o amor por não correr o risco de ser efêmera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É essa perenidade que diferencia a amizade do amor e a faz mais nobre que o amor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando cessarem todos os recursos, quando ficar de prontidão a voz dos necrológios para gritar que você morreu, ainda restará na última cidadela de proteção um amigo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O amigo é o mais sólido, o mais imarcescível abrigo contra a solidão devastadora.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O grande óbice ao desespero é um amigo, o único obstáculo ao suicídio é um amigo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por que ele é amigo, não se saberia dizer. É amigo como um cão fiel, sem motivo, trata-se de uma simples escolha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Há pessoas que nasceram para ser amigos. É da sua natureza ajudar, amparar, estar ao lado, construir, velar, mourejar em pura amizade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O amor também se diferencia da amizade porque esta é absolutamente desinteressada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O amigo ajuda o outro amigo porque esta é a sua missão, a de dar sentido à vida do outro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No amor, um dos amantes ama o outro porque a felicidade do outro fá-lo lucrar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na amizade, um amigo ajuda o outro sem lucrar nada, apenas para ajudar, amparar, diligenciar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mil vezes, se eu tiver de escolher, preferiria ter um grande amigo a um grande amor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E, se eu tiver um grande amor, ele sobreviverá aos tempos e se tornará perpétuo só no caso de que ele se transforme em uma grande amizade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O amor é temporal, a amizade é eterna.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se me faltarem todas as forças, se todos os elementos que me mantêm erguido soçobrarem, ainda assim permaneço em vida e prossegue acesa no meu coração a chama da esperança, se um amigo existir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A vida só pode cessar quando faltar um amigo. Um amigo é infinitamente mais útil que a riqueza, o luxo, a fartura e a ostentação.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O maior tesouro da vida é um amigo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A maior e mais importante desgraça é a falta de um amigo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cultive um amigo, se é que se possa cultivá-lo, se é que essa atração que o move não seja simplesmente natural e espontânea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agradeça ao seu amigo, embora ele exista independentemente de qualquer agradecimento ou homenagem. Quando se dedica, não está em busca de gratidão, ele só é amigo porque é da sua vocação telúrica a amizade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Procure saber se você tem, no seu círculo de amizades, um amigo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se o tiver, só assim a vida terá sentido.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Paulo Sant´Ana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/662992285517687052-3816090846449630007?l=mtrendel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://wp.clicrbs.com.br/paulosantana/2010/03/11/o-ombro-amigo/?topo=77,1,1,,,77' title='O ombro amigo - Paulo Sant´Ana'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mtrendel.blogspot.com/feeds/3816090846449630007/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=662992285517687052&amp;postID=3816090846449630007' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/662992285517687052/posts/default/3816090846449630007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/662992285517687052/posts/default/3816090846449630007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mtrendel.blogspot.com/2010/03/o-ombro-amigo-paulo-santana.html' title='O ombro amigo - Paulo Sant´Ana'/><author><name>Monique Trendel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16237726065262032519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-662992285517687052.post-5805160861051232161</id><published>2010-03-02T21:22:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2010-03-17T11:32:10.662-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Atraso Pontual - Paulo Leminski</title><content type='html'>ATRASO PONTUAL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ontens e hojes, amores e ódio,&lt;br /&gt;adianta consultar o relogio?&lt;br /&gt;Nada poderia ter sido feito,&lt;br /&gt;a não ser o tempo em que foi lógico.&lt;br /&gt;Ninguém nunca chegou atrasado.&lt;br /&gt;Bençãos e desgraças&lt;br /&gt;vem sempre no horário.&lt;br /&gt;Tudo o mais é plágio.&lt;br /&gt;Acaso é este encontro&lt;br /&gt;entre tempo e espaço&lt;br /&gt;mais do que um sonho que eu conto&lt;br /&gt;ou mais um poema que faço?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paulo Leminski&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/662992285517687052-5805160861051232161?l=mtrendel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mtrendel.blogspot.com/feeds/5805160861051232161/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=662992285517687052&amp;postID=5805160861051232161' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/662992285517687052/posts/default/5805160861051232161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/662992285517687052/posts/default/5805160861051232161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mtrendel.blogspot.com/2010/03/blog-post.html' title='Atraso Pontual - Paulo Leminski'/><author><name>Monique Trendel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16237726065262032519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-662992285517687052.post-9156506882957171648</id><published>2009-10-20T11:07:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T11:11:51.089-02:00</updated><title type='text'>mudanças</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;E tudo mudou...&lt;br /&gt;O rouge virou blush&lt;br /&gt;O pó-de-arroz virou pó-compacto&lt;br /&gt;O brilho virou gloss&lt;br /&gt;O rímel virou máscara incolor&lt;br /&gt;A Lycra virou stretch&lt;br /&gt;Anabela virou plataforma&lt;br /&gt;O corpete virou porta-seios&lt;br /&gt;Que virou sutiã&lt;br /&gt;Que virou lib, Que virou silicone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A peruca virou aplique, interlace, megahair, alongamento&lt;br /&gt;A escova virou chapinha&lt;br /&gt;'Problemas de moça' viraram TPM&lt;br /&gt;Confete virou MM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A crise de nervos virou estresse&lt;br /&gt;A chita virou viscose.&lt;br /&gt;A purpurina virou gliter&lt;br /&gt;A brilhantina virou musse&lt;br /&gt;Os halteres viraram bomba&lt;br /&gt;A er gométrica virou spinning&lt;br /&gt;A tanga virou fio dental&lt;br /&gt;E o fio dental virou anti-séptico bucal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ninguém mais vê...&lt;br /&gt;Ping-Pong virou Babaloo&lt;br /&gt;O a-la-carte virou self-service&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A tristeza, depressão&lt;br /&gt;O espaguete virou Miojo pronto&lt;br /&gt;A paquera virou pegação&lt;br /&gt;A gafieira virou dança de salão&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O que era praça virou shopping&lt;br /&gt;A areia virou ringue&lt;br /&gt;A caneta virou teclado&lt;br /&gt;O long play virou CD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A fita de vídeo é DVD&lt;br /&gt;O CD já é MP3&lt;br /&gt;É um filho onde éramos seis&lt;br /&gt;O álbum de fotos agora é mostrado por email&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O namoro agora é virtual&lt;br /&gt;A cantada virou torpedo&lt;br /&gt;E do 'não' não se tem medo&lt;br /&gt;O break virou street&lt;br /&gt;O samba, pagode&lt;br /&gt;O carnaval de rua virou Sapucaí&lt;br /&gt;O folclore brasileiro, halloween&lt;br /&gt;O piano agora é teclado, também&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O forró de sanfona ficou eletrônico&lt;br /&gt;Fortificante não é mais Biotônico&lt;br /&gt;Bicicleta virou Bis&lt;br /&gt;Polícia e ladrão virou Counter Strike&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Folhetins são novelas de TV&lt;br /&gt;Fauna e flora a desaparecer&lt;br /&gt;Lobato virou Paulo Coelho&lt;br /&gt;Caetano virou um chato&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chico sumiu da FM e TV&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby se converteu&lt;br /&gt;RPM desapareceu&lt;br /&gt;Elis ressuscitou em Maria Rita ?&lt;br /&gt;Gal virou fênix&lt;br /&gt;Raul e Renato,&lt;br /&gt;Cássia e Cazuza,&lt;br /&gt;Lennon e Elvis,&lt;br /&gt;Todos anjos&lt;br /&gt;Agora só tocam lira...&lt;br /&gt;A AIDS virou gripe&lt;br /&gt;A bala antes encontrada agora é perdida&lt;br /&gt;A violência esta coisa maldita!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A maconha é calmante&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O professor é agora o facilitador&lt;br /&gt;As lições já não importam mais&lt;br /&gt;A guerra superou a paz&lt;br /&gt;E a sociedade ficou incapaz...&lt;br /&gt;... De tudo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inclusive de notar essas diferenças.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Luiz Fernando Veríssimo)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/662992285517687052-9156506882957171648?l=mtrendel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mtrendel.blogspot.com/feeds/9156506882957171648/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=662992285517687052&amp;postID=9156506882957171648' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/662992285517687052/posts/default/9156506882957171648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/662992285517687052/posts/default/9156506882957171648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mtrendel.blogspot.com/2009/10/mudancas.html' title='mudanças'/><author><name>Monique Trendel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16237726065262032519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-662992285517687052.post-9144404771552073147</id><published>2009-09-21T11:33:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T11:39:48.391-03:00</updated><title type='text'>no te preocupes mas</title><content type='html'>No Te Preocupes Mas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a id="identificador_artista" href="http://letras.terra.com.br/el-simbolo/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;El Simbolo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yo te digo todo va a estar bien&lt;br /&gt;No te preocupes mas,oh no&lt;br /&gt;Mantén el movimiento&lt;br /&gt;Yo te digo todo va a estar bien&lt;br /&gt;No te preocupes mas,oh no&lt;br /&gt;Mantén el movimiento&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Extraño fue lo que soñé&lt;br /&gt;anoche cuando te toque&lt;br /&gt;tu cuerpo comenzó a temblar&lt;br /&gt;en el instante en que te atravesé&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;por eso!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yo te digo todo va a estar bien&lt;br /&gt;No te preocupes mas,oh no&lt;br /&gt;Mantén el movimiento&lt;br /&gt;Yo te digo todo va a estar bien&lt;br /&gt;No te preocupes mas,oh no&lt;br /&gt;Mantén el movimiento&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorpresa fue lo que paso&lt;br /&gt;en el momento en que amaneció&lt;br /&gt;el cuarto entero se ilumino&lt;br /&gt;y con tu abuela me encontraba yo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;entonces!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yo te digo todo va a estar bien&lt;br /&gt;No te preocupes mas,oh no&lt;br /&gt;Mejor salir corriendo&lt;br /&gt;Yo te digo todo va a estar bien&lt;br /&gt;No te preocupes mas,oh no&lt;br /&gt;Mejor salir corriendo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tristeza es la que te cause&lt;br /&gt;anoche cuando te conté&lt;br /&gt;placeres nuevos descubríy a&lt;br /&gt;hora con otra yo soy mas feliz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;por eso!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yo te digo todo va a estar bien&lt;br /&gt;No te preocupes mas,oh no&lt;br /&gt;Mantén el movimiento&lt;br /&gt;Yo te digo todo va a estar bien&lt;br /&gt;No te preocupes mas,oh no&lt;br /&gt;Mantén el movimiento&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/662992285517687052-9144404771552073147?l=mtrendel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qSzoj1mEz0s' title='no te preocupes mas'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mtrendel.blogspot.com/feeds/9144404771552073147/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=662992285517687052&amp;postID=9144404771552073147' title='0 Comentários'/><link 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class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/662992285517687052-7208468441817470391?l=mtrendel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mtrendel.blogspot.com/feeds/7208468441817470391/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=662992285517687052&amp;postID=7208468441817470391' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/662992285517687052/posts/default/7208468441817470391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/662992285517687052/posts/default/7208468441817470391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mtrendel.blogspot.com/2009/09/nenhum-de-nos.html' title='nenhum de nós'/><author><name>Monique Trendel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16237726065262032519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-662992285517687052.post-2849034097280079636</id><published>2009-08-25T10:34:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T10:38:55.207-03:00</updated><title type='text'>ploqueiro</title><content type='html'>Ploc-ploc&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;é um estouro!!! hehe, olha o site.&lt;br /&gt;acho que vou comprar um...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/662992285517687052-2849034097280079636?l=mtrendel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.ploc-ploc.com.br/?gclid=CNfC-s_0vpwCFYZM5QodSzrioQ' title='ploqueiro'/><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-662992285517687052.post-1329414727014913290</id><published>2009-08-24T16:55:00.006-03:00</published><updated>2010-03-02T21:35:09.888-03:00</updated><title type='text'>contrato de experiência ou namoro??</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Contrato de experiência ou namoro??&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Uma maneira um tanto quanto sarcástica de reconhecer um relacionamento como um contrato.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mas a verdade é esta...esse mundo tá virado mesmo, relacionamento quando passa de três meses é porque deu certo o contrato de experiência e quem sabe depois disso ambos podem acertar a efetivação. hehehe...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;O fato é que a vida é uma caixinha de surpresas, tudo pode começar em qualquer lugar, a qualquer momento, acho que pra isto basta estar aberto a dar e receber. Porque esse tipo de &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"contrato" tem efeito através da troca, da ação e reação, não basta um assinar, ambos devem estar de acordo.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tudo isso, pode ter efeito legal, mas o mais legal mesmo é deixar acontecer, fazer de cada momento um acontecimento, reconhecer no outro suas verdades, deixar a emoção tomar conta, ver o mundo com outros olhos, respeitar e se entregar sem ter medo de arriscar. Porque o contrato de risco já " assinamos" ao nascer.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Contrato permanente não existe, mas podemos criar um Contrato momentâneo onde a claúsula principal é viver o momento, respeitar o tempo de cada um e deixar fluir. Assine o seu e curta.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Monique Trendel - 24/08/09&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/662992285517687052-1329414727014913290?l=mtrendel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mtrendel.blogspot.com/feeds/1329414727014913290/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=662992285517687052&amp;postID=1329414727014913290' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/662992285517687052/posts/default/1329414727014913290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/662992285517687052/posts/default/1329414727014913290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mtrendel.blogspot.com/2009/08/contrato-de-experiencia-ou-namoro.html' title='contrato de experiência ou namoro??'/><author><name>Monique Trendel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16237726065262032519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-662992285517687052.post-5313338134424568438</id><published>2009-08-11T14:55:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T15:55:09.776-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Fotos recriam animais em 'corpos' de plantas</title><content type='html'>Um concurso online instigou internautas a criar imagens fundindo animais e frutas. O site Worth1000 recebeu dezenas de inscrições em três edições de seu concurso. Os sapos foram alguns dos animais mais fotografados: há o 'sapo-morango', o 'sapo-laranja' e o 'sapo-pepino'. Frutas tropicais também entraram no concurso, como as mangas, que viraram morcegos. A mandioca virou um corpo do jacaré.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E tem coisas bem interessantes no site:&lt;a href="http://www.worth1000.com/default.asp?display=photoshop"&gt;http://www.worth1000.com/default.asp?display=photoshop&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368767990877329538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_40UVatHuxho/SoGyCvG7GII/AAAAAAAAAp0/-ePGrjQhxng/s320/mmorc.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/662992285517687052-5313338134424568438?l=mtrendel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://verde.br.msn.com/galeria-de-fotos.aspx?cp-documentid=21123057&amp;page=8' title='Fotos recriam animais em &apos;corpos&apos; de plantas'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mtrendel.blogspot.com/feeds/5313338134424568438/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=662992285517687052&amp;postID=5313338134424568438' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/662992285517687052/posts/default/5313338134424568438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/662992285517687052/posts/default/5313338134424568438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mtrendel.blogspot.com/2009/08/fotos-recriam-animais-em-corpos-de.html' title='Fotos recriam animais em &apos;corpos&apos; de plantas'/><author><name>Monique Trendel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16237726065262032519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_40UVatHuxho/SoGyCvG7GII/AAAAAAAAAp0/-ePGrjQhxng/s72-c/mmorc.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-662992285517687052.post-8774938368843962419</id><published>2009-08-05T22:51:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-08-05T22:56:00.689-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='música'/><title type='text'>Um sonho a dois - Roupa Nova</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Ela sabe, o jeito de agradar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Um sorriso brincando no olhar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Me fascina com seu jeito de ser&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Ela é tudo enfim que eu preciso ter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Ele passa, e o tempo faz parar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Quando fala é música no ar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Me conquista, querendo não querer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Ele é tudo, enfim, que eu preciso ter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Quando bater na porta deixa entrar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Pra te ganhar de norte a sul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;No mundo da lua, tudo vai ficar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Descobrir que o amor é azul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Quando a gente gosta, o amor é um caso sério&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;E tem lá seus mistérios pra contar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Mas você divide, na metade, um desejo no olhar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Quando a gente gosta, vale a pena qualquer coisa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Vale tudo num cantinho pra ficar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Um sorriso pra te convencer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Na luz do luar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Shananana...Shanananana...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Ela sabe que brinca nos meus sonhos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Todo o tempo nos versos que componho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Ele sabe que estou em suas mãos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Ele é tudo que faz bem ao coração&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/662992285517687052-8774938368843962419?l=mtrendel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mCjCVsMNA7o' title='Um sonho a dois - Roupa Nova'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mtrendel.blogspot.com/feeds/8774938368843962419/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=662992285517687052&amp;postID=8774938368843962419' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/662992285517687052/posts/default/8774938368843962419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/662992285517687052/posts/default/8774938368843962419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mtrendel.blogspot.com/2009/08/um-sonho-dois.html' title='Um sonho a dois - Roupa Nova'/><author><name>Monique Trendel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16237726065262032519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-662992285517687052.post-45341424428619067</id><published>2009-07-29T17:38:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T18:09:50.104-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Insano</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Ah, Insano...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;aquele sorriso de menino,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;aquela atitude de homem,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;vejo que mantém um muro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;criado pela vida,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;e atrás dele ainda se esconde &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;suas vontades, angústias, medos e desejos..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;ainda derrubo esse muro!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;mas o que tenho hoje me faz feliz,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;momentos, sentimentos e verdades.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;ah como quero, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;teu cheiro, tua boca,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;tua voz, tua lembrança,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;teu sorriso...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;ah insana,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;essa louca vontade de ter nos braços,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;falar bobagem, trocar carinhos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;deixar a vida tomar conta da gente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;e então ver que tudo é certo de repente...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Ah, Insano!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Monique Trendel - 29/07/09&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/662992285517687052-45341424428619067?l=mtrendel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mtrendel.blogspot.com/feeds/45341424428619067/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=662992285517687052&amp;postID=45341424428619067' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/662992285517687052/posts/default/45341424428619067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/662992285517687052/posts/default/45341424428619067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mtrendel.blogspot.com/2009/07/insano.html' title='Insano'/><author><name>Monique Trendel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16237726065262032519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-662992285517687052.post-7611803609443895293</id><published>2009-07-27T16:42:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T16:50:08.348-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='versos e poesias'/><title type='text'>A Idade de ser Feliz</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Existe somente uma idade para a gente ser feliz, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;somente uma época na vida de cada pessoa &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;em que é possível sonhar e fazer planos &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;e ter energia bastante para realizá-las &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;a despeito de todas as dificuldades e obstáculos. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Uma só idade para a gente se encantar com a vida e viver apaixonadamente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt; e desfrutar tudo com toda intensidade sem medo, nem culpa de sentir prazer. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Fase dourada em que a gente pode criar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;e recriar a vida, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;a nossa própria imagem e semelhança &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;e vestir-se com todas as cores &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;e experimentar todos os sabores &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;e entregar-se a todos os amores &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;sem preconceito nem pudor. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Tempo de entusiasmo e coragem &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;em que todo o desafio é mais um convite à luta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt; que a gente enfrenta com toda disposição&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt; de tentar algo NOVO, de NOVO e de NOVO, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;e quantas vezes for preciso. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Essa idade tão fugaz na vida da gente &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;chama-se PRESENTE &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;e tem a duração do instante que passa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Autor desconhecido&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/662992285517687052-7611803609443895293?l=mtrendel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mtrendel.blogspot.com/feeds/7611803609443895293/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=662992285517687052&amp;postID=7611803609443895293' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/662992285517687052/posts/default/7611803609443895293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/662992285517687052/posts/default/7611803609443895293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mtrendel.blogspot.com/2009/07/idade-de-ser-feliz.html' title='A Idade de ser Feliz'/><author><name>Monique Trendel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16237726065262032519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-662992285517687052.post-8918999588958037470</id><published>2009-07-21T16:36:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T16:38:24.560-03:00</updated><title type='text'>26 de julho</title><content type='html'>Vovó em nova versão:  novos desafios 26 de julho – Dia da Vovó&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Já se foi o tempo em que a imagem das avós estava somente ligada aos almoços de domingo, à velha cadeira de balanço, óculos na ponta do nariz, roupas de lã antiga, jeitinho manso de falar e histórias de quando os tempos eram diferentes. Hoje, mais do que nunca, as avós assumem um papel muito importante na educação de seus netos e também na sociedade.&lt;br /&gt;No dia 26 de julho comemoramos o Dia da Vovó – figura que aos poucos, foi se adaptando e assumindo novo papel de importância dentro do seio familiar. Agora, a tarefa que antes era somente brincar, levar as crianças à escola, preparar coisas gostosas e contar casos divertidos, divide espaço com uma carreira, estudo e novas obrigações. Embora a figura das vovós esteja mudando, uma coisa não pode, nem deve ser alterada – a postura de “mãe mais madura”, que com sua experiência, consegue levar com facilidade e naturalidade a relação com as crianças, pois ela já está consciente de todos os acertos e erros cometidos com os filhos.&lt;br /&gt;Existem muitos casos de vovós que trabalham fora, são executivas, e outras que deram um novo rumo à vida e voltaram a estudar em busca de novos conhecimentos. Elas não se intimidam e mostram que a principal ferramenta para alcançar seus sonhos e objetivos na vida é a força de vontade.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/662992285517687052-8918999588958037470?l=mtrendel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mtrendel.blogspot.com/feeds/8918999588958037470/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=662992285517687052&amp;postID=8918999588958037470' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/662992285517687052/posts/default/8918999588958037470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/662992285517687052/posts/default/8918999588958037470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mtrendel.blogspot.com/2009/07/26-de-julho.html' title='26 de julho'/><author><name>Monique Trendel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16237726065262032519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-662992285517687052.post-1484952749038465127</id><published>2009-07-14T11:55:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T12:00:15.179-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='música'/><title type='text'>Palavras de um futuro bom - Jota Quest</title><content type='html'>Anda, enquanto o dia acorda a gente ama,&lt;br /&gt;Tô pronto pra te ouvir aqui na cama.&lt;br /&gt;Te espero vamos rir de todo mundo&lt;br /&gt;Nesse quarto tão profundo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para, repara tente ver a tua cara&lt;br /&gt;Contemple esse momento é coisa rara&lt;br /&gt;uma emoção assim só se compara,&lt;br /&gt;a tudo que nós já passamos juntos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Preciso tanto aproveitar você&lt;br /&gt;olhar teus olhos, beijar tua boca&lt;br /&gt;ouvir palavras de um futuro bom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Preciso tanto aproveitar você&lt;br /&gt;olhar teus olhos, beijar tua boca&lt;br /&gt;dizer palavras de um futuro bom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anda, enquanto o dia acorda a gente ama&lt;br /&gt;Tô pronto pra te ouvir aqui na cama&lt;br /&gt;Te espero vamos rir de todo mundo&lt;br /&gt;Nesse quarto tão profundo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para, repara tente ver a sua cara&lt;br /&gt;contemple esse momento é coisa rara&lt;br /&gt;uma emoção assim só se compara,&lt;br /&gt;a tudo que nós já passamos juntos&lt;br /&gt;nesse quarto em um segundo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Preciso tanto aproveitar você&lt;br /&gt;olhar teus olhos, beijar tua boca&lt;br /&gt;dizer palavras de um futuro bom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Preciso tanto aproveitar você&lt;br /&gt;olhar teus olhos, beijar tua boca&lt;br /&gt;ouvir palavras de um futuro bom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Palavras, Palavras, Palavras de um futuro bom&lt;br /&gt;Palavras, Palavras&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Preciso tanto aproveitar você&lt;br /&gt;beijar teus olhos, olhar tua boca&lt;br /&gt;e ouvir palavras palavras palavras de um futuro bom!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/662992285517687052-1484952749038465127?l=mtrendel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=giRlbCMkV1M&amp;feature=fvst' title='Palavras de um futuro bom - Jota Quest'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mtrendel.blogspot.com/feeds/1484952749038465127/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=662992285517687052&amp;postID=1484952749038465127' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/662992285517687052/posts/default/1484952749038465127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/662992285517687052/posts/default/1484952749038465127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mtrendel.blogspot.com/2009/07/palavras-de-um-futuro-bom-jota-quest.html' title='Palavras de um futuro bom - Jota Quest'/><author><name>Monique Trendel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16237726065262032519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-662992285517687052.post-5320795211479837583</id><published>2009-07-14T11:37:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-31T19:57:07.282-03:00</updated><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Mar particular &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ainda ontem&lt;br /&gt;quando o sol morria no horizonte&lt;br /&gt;reconheci na cor do mar,&lt;br /&gt;aquele mesmo azul do teu olhar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e me deu uma saudade&lt;br /&gt;daquelas tardes&lt;br /&gt;em que andávamos&lt;br /&gt;como cães perdidos pela areia&lt;br /&gt;e tudo fazia tanto sentido...&lt;br /&gt;e a vida era como uma vã brincadeira.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;F. - fev.2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/662992285517687052-5320795211479837583?l=mtrendel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mtrendel.blogspot.com/feeds/5320795211479837583/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=662992285517687052&amp;postID=5320795211479837583' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/662992285517687052/posts/default/5320795211479837583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/662992285517687052/posts/default/5320795211479837583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mtrendel.blogspot.com/2009/07/blog-post.html' title='...'/><author><name>Monique Trendel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16237726065262032519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-662992285517687052.post-4529210406712224890</id><published>2009-07-09T10:37:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T10:38:59.352-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"Eu, Modo de Usar:&lt;br /&gt;Pode invadir ou chegar com delicadeza, mas não tão devagar que me faça dormir. Não grite comigo, tenho o péssimo hábito de revidar.&lt;br /&gt;Acordo pela manhã com ótimo humor mas ... permita que eu escove os dentes primeiro.&lt;br /&gt;Toque muito em mim, principalmente nos cabelos e minta sobre minha nocauteante beleza. Tenho vida própria, me faça sentir saudades, conte algumas coisas que me façam rir, mas não conte piadas e nem seja preconceituoso, não perca tempo, cultivando este tipo de herança de seus pais. Viaje antes de me conhecer, sofra antes de mim para reconhecer-me um porto, um albergue da juventude. Eu saio em conta, você não gastará muito comigo. Acredite nas verdades que digo e também nas mentiras, elas serão raras e sempre por uma boa causa. Respeite meu choro, me deixe sozinha, só volte quando eu chamar e, não me obedeça sempre que eu também gosto de ser contrariada. ( Então fique comigo quando eu chorar, combinado?). Seja mais forte que eu e menos altruísta! Não se vista tão bem... gosto de camisa para fora da calça, gosto de braços, gosto de pernas e muito de pescoço. Reverenciarei tudo em você que estiver a meu gosto: boca, cabelos, os pelos do peito e um joelho esfolado, você tem que se esfolar as vezes, mesmo na sua idade. Leia, escolha seus próprios livros, releia-os. Odeie a vida doméstica e os agitos noturnos. Seja um pouco caseiro e um pouco da vida, não de boate que isto é coisa de gente triste. Não seja escravo da televisão, nem xiita contra. Nem escravo meu, nem filho meu, nem meu pai. Escolha um papel para você que ainda não tenha sido preenchido e o invente muitas vezes.&lt;br /&gt;Me enlouqueça uma vez por mês mas, me faça uma louca boa, uma louca que ache graça em tudo que rime com louca: loba, boba, rouca, boca ... Goste de música e de sexo. goste de um esporte não muito banal. Não invente de querer muitos filhos, me carregar pra a missa, apresentar sua familia... isso a gente vê depois ... se calhar ... Deixa eu dirigir o seu carro, que você adora. Quero ver você nervoso, inquieto, olhe para outras mulheres, tenha amigos e digam muitas bobagens juntos. Não me conte seus segredos ... me faça massagem nas costas. Não fume, beba, chore, eleja algumas contravenções. Me rapte! Se nada disso funcionar ... experimente me amar!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Martha Medeiros&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/662992285517687052-4529210406712224890?l=mtrendel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mtrendel.blogspot.com/feeds/4529210406712224890/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=662992285517687052&amp;postID=4529210406712224890' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/662992285517687052/posts/default/4529210406712224890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/662992285517687052/posts/default/4529210406712224890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mtrendel.blogspot.com/2009/07/eu-modo-de-usar-pode-invadir-ou-chegar.html' title=''/><author><name>Monique Trendel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16237726065262032519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-662992285517687052.post-46911324656520188</id><published>2009-07-01T10:00:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T10:06:28.401-03:00</updated><title type='text'>viver despenteada</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Hoje aprendi que é preciso deixar que a vida te despenteie, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;por isso decidi aproveitar a vida com mais intensidade… &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;O mundo é louco, definitivamente louco…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;O que é gostoso, engorda.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;O que é lindo, custa caro. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;O sol que ilumina o teu rosto enruga.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;E o que é realmente bom dessa vida, despenteia…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;- Fazer  amor, despenteia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;- Rir às gargalhadas, despenteia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;- Viajar,  voar, correr,  entrar no mar, despenteia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;- Tirar a roupa, despenteia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;- Beijar à pessoa amada, despenteia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;- Brincar, despenteia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;- Cantar até ficar sem ar, despenteia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;- Dançar até duvidar se foi boa idéia colocar aqueles saltos gigantes essa noite, deixa seu cabelo irreconhecível…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Então, como sempre, cada vez que nos vejamos &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;eu vou estar com o cabelo bagunçado… &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;mas pode ter certeza que estarei passando pelo momento mais feliz da minha vida. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;É a lei da vida: sempre vai estar mais despenteada a mulher que decide ir no primeiro carrinho da montanha russa, que aquela que decide não subir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Pode ser que me sinta tentada a ser uma mulher impecável,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;toda arrumada por dentro e por fora.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;O aviso de páginas amarelas deste mundo exige boa presença:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Arrume o cabelo, coloque, tire, compre, corra, emagreça, coma coisas saudáveis, caminhe direito, fique séria… &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt; e talvez deveria seguir as instruções, mas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;quando vão me dar a ordem de ser feliz? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Por acaso não se dão conta que para ficar bonita&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;eu tenho que me sentir bonita… &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;¡A pessoa mais bonita que posso ser!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;O único, o que realmente importa é que ao me olhar no espelho, veja a mulher que devo ser.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Por isso, minha recomendação a todas as mulheres: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Entregue-se, Coma coisas gostosas, Beije, Abrace, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;dance, apaixone-se, relaxe, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Viaje, pule, durma tarde, acorde cedo, Corra, Voe, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Cante, arrume-se para ficar linda, arrume-se para ficar confortável!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt; Admire a paisagem, aproveite, e acima de tudo, &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;deixa a vida te despentear&lt;/span&gt;!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;O pior que pode passar é que, rindo frente ao espelho, você precise se pentear de novo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/662992285517687052-46911324656520188?l=mtrendel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mtrendel.blogspot.com/feeds/46911324656520188/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=662992285517687052&amp;postID=46911324656520188' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/662992285517687052/posts/default/46911324656520188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/662992285517687052/posts/default/46911324656520188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mtrendel.blogspot.com/2009/07/viver-despenteada.html' title='viver despenteada'/><author><name>Monique Trendel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16237726065262032519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-662992285517687052.post-7121744418356735892</id><published>2009-06-29T15:03:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T15:04:43.340-03:00</updated><title type='text'>*</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;A felicidade é um sentimento simples; você pode encontrá-la e deixá-la ir embora, por não perceber a sua simplicidade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="autor" href="http://www.pensador.info/autor/Mario_Quintana/"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Mário Quintana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/662992285517687052-7121744418356735892?l=mtrendel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mtrendel.blogspot.com/feeds/7121744418356735892/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=662992285517687052&amp;postID=7121744418356735892' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/662992285517687052/posts/default/7121744418356735892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/662992285517687052/posts/default/7121744418356735892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mtrendel.blogspot.com/2009/06/blog-post.html' title='*'/><author><name>Monique Trendel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16237726065262032519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-662992285517687052.post-2800154806616359342</id><published>2009-06-18T17:05:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T17:08:06.723-03:00</updated><title type='text'>dos ficantes aos namoridos</title><content type='html'>Dos ficantes aos namoridos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se você é deste século, já sabe que há duas tribos que definem o que é um relacionamento moderno.Uma é a tribo dos ficantes. O ficante é o cara que te namora por duas horas numa festa, se não tiver se inscrito no campeonato “Quem pega mais numa única noite”, quando então ele será seu ficante por bem menos tempo — dois minutos — e irá à procura de outra para bater o próprio recorde. É natural que garotos e garotas queiram conhecer pessoas, ter uma história, um romance, uma ficada, duas ficadas, três ficadas, quatro ficadas... Esquece, não acho natural coisa nenhuma. Considero um desperdício de energia.&lt;br /&gt;Pegar sete caras. Pegar nove “mina”. A gente está falando de quê, de catadores de lixo? Pegar, pega-se uma caneta, um táxi, uma gripe. Não pessoas. Pegue-e-leve, pegue-e-largue, pegueeuse, pegue-e-chute, pegue-e-conte-para-os-amigos. Pegar, cá pra nós, é um verbo meio cafajeste. Em vez de pegar, poderíamos adotar algum outro verbo menos frio. Porque, quando duas bocas se unem, nada é assim tão frio, na maioria das vezes esse “não estou nem aí” é jogo de cena. Vão todos para a balada fingindo que deixaram o coração em casa, mas deixaram nada. Deixaram a personalidade em casa, isso sim.&lt;br /&gt;No entanto, quem pode contra o avanço (???) dos costumes e contra a vulgarização do vocabulário? Falando nisso, a segunda tribo a que me referia é a dos namoridos, a palavra mais medonha que já inventaram. Trata-se de um homem híbrido, transgênico.&lt;br /&gt;Em tese, ele vale mais do que um namorado e menos que um marido. Assim que a relação começa, juntam-se os trapos e parte-se para um casamento informal, sem papel passado, sem compromisso de estabilidade, sem planos de uma velhice compartilhada — namoridos não foram escolhidos para serem parceiros de artrite, reumatismo e pressão alta, era só o que faltava. Pois então. A idéia é boa e prática. Só que o índice de príncipes e princesas virando sapo é alta, não se evita o tédio conjugal (comum a qualquer tipo de acasalamento sob o mesmo teto) e pula-se uma etapa quentíssima, a melhor que há.&lt;br /&gt;Trata-se do namoro, alguns já ouviram falar. É quando cada um mora na sua casa e tem rotinas distintas e poucos horários para se encontrar, e esse pouco ganha a importância de uma celebração.&lt;br /&gt;Namoro é quando não se tem certeza absoluta de nada, a cada dia um segredo é revelado, brotam informações novas de onde menos se espera. De manhã, um silêncio inquietante. À tarde, um mal-entendido. À noite, um torpedo reconciliador e uma declaração de amor. Namoro é teste, é amostra, é ensaio, e por isso a dedicação é intensa, a sedução é ininterrupta, os minutos são contados, os meses são comemorados, a vontade de surpreender não cessa — e é a única relação que dá o devido espaço para a saudade, que é fermento e afrodisíaco. Depois de passar os dias se vendo só de vez em quando, viajar para um fim de semana juntos vira o céu na Terra: nunca uma sexta-feira nasce tão aguardada, nunca uma segunda-feira é enfrentada com tanta leveza.&lt;br /&gt;Namoro é como o disco “Sgt. Peppers”, dos Beatles: parece antigo e, no entanto, não há nada mais novo e revolucionário. O poeta Carlos Drummond de Andrade também é de outro tempo e é para sempre. É ele quem encerra esta crônica, dando-nos uma ordem para a vida: “Cumpra sua obrigação de namorar, sob pena de viver apenas na aparência. De ser o seu cadáver itinerante".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="autor" href="http://www.pensador.info/autor/Martha_Medeiros/"&gt;Martha Medeiros&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/662992285517687052-2800154806616359342?l=mtrendel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mtrendel.blogspot.com/feeds/2800154806616359342/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=662992285517687052&amp;postID=2800154806616359342' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/662992285517687052/posts/default/2800154806616359342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/662992285517687052/posts/default/2800154806616359342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mtrendel.blogspot.com/2009/06/dos-ficantes-aos-namoridos.html' title='dos ficantes aos namoridos'/><author><name>Monique Trendel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16237726065262032519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-662992285517687052.post-3009675774943729183</id><published>2009-06-02T15:22:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T15:26:43.441-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='música'/><title type='text'>único olhar</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Único Olhar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Jota Quest&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Composição: Jota Quest / Giovane Mesquita&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Então me coloco a sua frente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Vai descobrir minhas verdades&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Em um único olhar, olhar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Decifrar os meus segredos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Para tentar me comparar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Ao seu último amor, último amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Eu nem vou perguntar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Não vou olhar pra trás&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Quer vir comigo, amor?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Tem que compartilhar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Todas as emoções&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;E abrir o coração&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Pra vida acontecer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Espero que o amanhã não seja apenas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Mais um passado em sua agenda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Com frases prontas pra fugir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Sempre de um louco amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Já é hora de assumir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Os sentimentos mais sinceros&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Despir regras e vergonhas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Monotonias jamais! Jamais!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Eu nem vou perguntar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Não vou olhar pra trás&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Quer vir comigo, amor?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Tem que compartilhar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Todas as emoções&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;E abrir o coração&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Pra gente ser feliz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ser feliz!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/662992285517687052-3009675774943729183?l=mtrendel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xmzZjvs2xA4' title='único olhar'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mtrendel.blogspot.com/feeds/3009675774943729183/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=662992285517687052&amp;postID=3009675774943729183' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/662992285517687052/posts/default/3009675774943729183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/662992285517687052/posts/default/3009675774943729183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mtrendel.blogspot.com/2009/06/unico-olhar.html' title='único olhar'/><author><name>Monique Trendel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16237726065262032519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-662992285517687052.post-4199168132689120195</id><published>2009-04-29T13:55:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T17:10:28.255-03:00</updated><title type='text'>presente de dia das mães</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_40UVatHuxho/SfiOBvLbtaI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/NNRBSPQhKos/s1600-h/mama.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Na verdade tudo começou quando eu buscava na internet o que dar de presente à minha mãe.. pensei em várias coisas, principalmente em coisas para casa...foi aí que me dei conta que tb sou mãe e que não gostaria de ganhar nada para casa. Quero algo pra mim!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Encontrei um site: &lt;a href="http://www.monalisadepijamas.com.br/"&gt;http://www.monalisadepijamas.com.br/&lt;/a&gt; , que diz exatamente o que um filho pode fazer pela sua mãe , neste dia tão especial.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A busca continua...tenho uma missão dupla, dia 10 é dia das mães e dia 11 é aniver da guerreira.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;E apesar do nosso amor ser o maior presente, temos gostos muito diferentes..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Algumas sugestões às taurinas??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Beijos!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&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/662992285517687052-4199168132689120195?l=mtrendel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.monalisadepijamas.com.br/tag/presente-do-dia-das-maes' title='presente de dia das mães'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mtrendel.blogspot.com/feeds/4199168132689120195/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=662992285517687052&amp;postID=4199168132689120195' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/662992285517687052/posts/default/4199168132689120195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/662992285517687052/posts/default/4199168132689120195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mtrendel.blogspot.com/2009/04/presente-de-dia-das-maes.html' title='presente de dia das mães'/><author><name>Monique Trendel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16237726065262032519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-662992285517687052.post-5953862080923996626</id><published>2009-04-09T16:50:00.006-03:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T17:14:08.149-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='eventos'/><title type='text'>Programação do XXI Festival de Balonismo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_40UVatHuxho/Sd5VhbNg8iI/AAAAAAAAAm0/YQr0HY8x1-M/s1600-h/balonismotorres.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322785842326991394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_40UVatHuxho/Sd5VhbNg8iI/AAAAAAAAAm0/YQr0HY8x1-M/s320/balonismotorres.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Música, diversão e muita animação marcarão as noites do 21º Festival Internacional de Balonismo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Haverá importantes shows nacionais e muitas apresentações de bandas locais. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Os ingressos para os shows nacionais serão diferenciados. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Para as noites de sábado (18/4), da dupla sertaneja André e Adriano, e de domingo (19), do Grupo Revelação, os ingressos custarão R$ R$ 10,00 antecipados e R$ 15,00 no dia e local do show, o Parque do Balonismo. Já para a noite de segunda-feira (20) os valores são de R$ 15,00 antecipados e R$ 20,00 na hora, pois estarão no palco três grandes atrações para embalar o público: Claus e Vanessa, CPM 22 e os DJs Fat Duo. Já nas noites de sexta e terça-feira (17 e 21) o ingresso é um quilo de alimento não-perecível.&lt;br /&gt;Os ingressos antecipados para os shows nacionais, em lotes limitados, podem ser adquiridos em vários pontos de venda. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Em Torres estão disponíveis na Doce Arte Café (3664-5591), Livraria Nobel (3664-2072), Simto/Cepemto (3664-3899), Ulbra/Restaurante Universitário (3626-4676), e na Vila São João, no restaurante Pérola (3605-2644). Em Três Cachoeiras, os ingressos estão na Cia. Vídeo (3667-1449), em Arroio do Sal, na Farmácia Agafarma (3687-1766) e em Sombrio (SC) na Mattric (48 – 3533-0262).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Programação&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17 de Abril (sexta-feira)&lt;br /&gt;10h às 13h: Check-in dos Pilotos (Tenda Air Show) - Terreno Oficial do Evento &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;15h: Briefing Geral (Parque) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;16h: Abertura Oficial (Parque) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;16h30min: Prova Abertura (Prova Normélio Gregório)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18 de Abril (sábado)&lt;br /&gt;07h: Prova&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;0&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;8h: IIIª Canoagem Ecológica Corsan Pró-Mampituba / Saída: Ponte da BR101&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;08h: Copa Balonismo de Golfe09h: Show de Aeromodelismo0&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;9h30min: 1ª Trilha de Jeep do Balonismo / Saída do Parque de Balonismo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;11h: Show de Paraquedismo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;13h30min: Bola na Cesta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;14h: Show de Aeromodelismo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;15h: Festival de Pipas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;15h: Apresentação de Capoeira Grupo Luanda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;16h: Prova&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;17h: Show de Paraquedismo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;20h: Carreata com Night Glow no Parque - Balões números pares &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;23h: Show de André e Adriano - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.andreeadriano.com.br/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;http://www.andreeadriano.com.br/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19 de Abril (domingo)&lt;br /&gt;07h: Prova&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;08h: Campeonato Brasileiro de Pesca com Iscas Artificiais / Rio Mampituba&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;08h: Copa Balonismo de Golfe &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;09h: Show de Aeromodelismo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;13h30min: Bola na Cesta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;14h: Show de Aeromodelismo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;15h: Show de Paraquedismo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;16h: Prova da Chave (opção 01)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;20h: Show Noturno de Paraquedismo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;23h: Show do Grupo Revela ção - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.gruporevelacao.com.br/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;http://www.gruporevelacao.com.br/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20 de Abril (segunda-feira)&lt;br /&gt;07h: Voo Fiesta – Prova da Chave apenas para balões de forma &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;08h: Campeonato Brasileiro de Pesca com Iscas Artificiais / Rio Mampituba&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;09h: Show de Aeromodelismo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;14h: 2ª etapa da Copa Litoral de Motocross - Balonismo (treinos) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;14h: Show de Aeromodelismo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;16h: Prova&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;20h: Carreata com Night Glow no Parque - Balões números ímpares &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;22h30min: Claus e Vanessa - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.clausevanessa.com.br/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;http://www.clausevanessa.com.br/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;24h: Show de CPM 22 - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cpm22.com.br/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;http://www.cpm22.com.br/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;01h30min:DJ Fat Duo - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fatduo.com.br/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;http://www.fatduo.com.br/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21 de Abril (terça-feira)&lt;br /&gt;07h: Última Prova&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;09h: Show de Aeromodelismo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;10h: 2ª etapa da Copa Litoral de Motocross - Balonismo (treinos) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;13h: 2ª etapa da Copa Litoral de Motocross - Balonismo (provas) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;14h: Show de Aeromodelismo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;13h: Premiação/Almoço de encerramento &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;16h: Voo Fiesta – Prova da Chave (opção 02)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322786011064199346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 211px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_40UVatHuxho/Sd5VrPzmaLI/AAAAAAAAAm8/aIxH9hYuZeo/s320/balonismo-torres-reebok.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/662992285517687052-5953862080923996626?l=mtrendel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.festivaldebalonismo.com.br/?pagina=1' title='Programação do XXI Festival de Balonismo'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mtrendel.blogspot.com/feeds/5953862080923996626/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=662992285517687052&amp;postID=5953862080923996626' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/662992285517687052/posts/default/5953862080923996626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/662992285517687052/posts/default/5953862080923996626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mtrendel.blogspot.com/2009/04/programacao-do-xxi-festival-de.html' title='Programação do XXI Festival de Balonismo'/><author><name>Monique Trendel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16237726065262032519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_40UVatHuxho/Sd5VhbNg8iI/AAAAAAAAAm0/YQr0HY8x1-M/s72-c/balonismotorres.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-662992285517687052.post-922954710058845295</id><published>2009-04-08T10:52:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T11:49:07.252-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='versos e poesias'/><title type='text'>A descoberta do amor</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;“[...] Quando criança, e depois adolescente, fui precoce em muitas coisas. Em sentir um ambiente, por exemplo, em apreender a atmosfera íntima de uma pessoa. Por outro lado, longe de precoce, estava em incrível atraso em relação a outras coisas importantes. Continuo, aliás, atrasada em muitos terrenos. Nada posso fazer: parece que há em mim um lado infantil que não cresce jamais.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Até mais que treze anos, por exemplo, eu estava em atraso quanto ao que os americanos chamam de fatos da vida. Essa expressão se refere à relação profunda de amor entre um homem e uma mulher, da qual nascem os filhos. [...] Depois, com o decorrer de mais tempo, em vez de me sentir escandalizada pelo modo como uma mulher e um homem se unem, passei a achar esse modo de uma grande perfeição. E também de grande delicadeza. Já então eu me transformara numa mocinha alta, pensativa, rebelde, tudo misturado a bastante selvageria e muita timidez. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Antes de me reconciliar com o processo da vida, no entanto, sofri muito, o que poderia ter sido evitado se um adulto responsável se tivesse encarregado de me contar como era o amor. [...] Porque o mais surpreendente é que, mesmo depois de saber de tudo, o mistério continuou intacto. Embora eu saiba que de uma planta brota uma flor, continuo surpreendida com os caminhos secretos da natureza. E se continuo até hoje com pudor não é porque ache vergonhoso, é por pudor apenas feminino.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Pois juro que a vida é bonita.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Texto extraído do livro Aprendendo a viver, Clarice Lispector. Rio de Janeiro: Editora Rocco, 2004.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/662992285517687052-922954710058845295?l=mtrendel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mtrendel.blogspot.com/feeds/922954710058845295/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=662992285517687052&amp;postID=922954710058845295' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/662992285517687052/posts/default/922954710058845295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/662992285517687052/posts/default/922954710058845295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mtrendel.blogspot.com/2009/04/descoberta-do-amor.html' title='A descoberta do amor'/><author><name>Monique Trendel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16237726065262032519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-662992285517687052.post-7971601905103302781</id><published>2009-03-30T16:51:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T11:51:02.694-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='meus'/><title type='text'>para alguns dúvida, para mim certeza</title><content type='html'>certeza do que quero, do que posso, do que tenho, do que busco, do que amo, do que vivo, do que é intenso, do que reflete, do que é alegria, do que é tristeza, do que apóio, do que concordo, do que crítico, do que não admito.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;certeza de que tudo é realidade, sinceridade e verdade. e vai ser assim...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...pois nele, tudo é assim.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/662992285517687052-7971601905103302781?l=mtrendel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mtrendel.blogspot.com/feeds/7971601905103302781/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=662992285517687052&amp;postID=7971601905103302781' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/662992285517687052/posts/default/7971601905103302781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/662992285517687052/posts/default/7971601905103302781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mtrendel.blogspot.com/2009/03/para-alguns-duvida-para-mim-certeza.html' title='para alguns dúvida, para mim certeza'/><author><name>Monique Trendel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16237726065262032519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-662992285517687052.post-3328875604786261209</id><published>2009-03-13T09:42:00.006-03:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T11:51:39.930-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='meus'/><title type='text'>sentimento</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_40UVatHuxho/SbphkvFmc9I/AAAAAAAAAms/A_XHrncwrcM/s1600-h/amore.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312665994180064210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 227px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_40UVatHuxho/SbphkvFmc9I/AAAAAAAAAms/A_XHrncwrcM/s320/amore.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Não pensei que ia me sentir assim, a verdade é que há muito, mas há muito tempo não me sentia assim..tão leve, pensativa, viva e querendo tanto...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;O tempo, as verdades, a liberdade provocam mudanças que deixam a vida com um sabor diferente...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/662992285517687052-3328875604786261209?l=mtrendel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mtrendel.blogspot.com/feeds/3328875604786261209/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=662992285517687052&amp;postID=3328875604786261209' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/662992285517687052/posts/default/3328875604786261209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/662992285517687052/posts/default/3328875604786261209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mtrendel.blogspot.com/2009/03/sentimento.html' title='sentimento'/><author><name>Monique Trendel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16237726065262032519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_40UVatHuxho/SbphkvFmc9I/AAAAAAAAAms/A_XHrncwrcM/s72-c/amore.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-662992285517687052.post-235296303384876712</id><published>2009-03-11T11:10:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T11:52:03.889-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='música'/><title type='text'>sem ar..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Sem Ar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;D'Black&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meus pés não tocam mais o chão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Meus olhos não vêem a minha direção&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Da minha boca saem coisas sem sentido&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Você era o meu farol e hoje estou perdido&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;O sofrimento vem à noite sem pudor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Somente o sono ameniza a minha dor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Mas e depois? E quando o dia clarear?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Quero viver do teu sorriso, teu olhar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Eu corro pro mar pra não lembrar você&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;E o vento me traz o que eu quero esquecer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Entre os soluços do meu choro eu tento te explicar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Nos teus braços é o meu lugar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Contemplar as estrelas, minha solidão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Aperta forte o peito, é mais que uma emoção&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Esqueci do meu orgulho pra você voltar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Permaneço sem amor, sem luz, sem ar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Perdi o jogo, e tive que te ver partir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;E a minha alma, sem motivo pra existir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Já não suporto esse vazio quero me entregar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Ter você pra nunca mais nos separar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Você é o encaixe perfeito do meu coração&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;O teu sorriso é chama da minha paixão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Mas é fria a madrugada sem você aqui,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Só com você no pensamento&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Eu corro pro mar para não lembrar você&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;E o vento me traz o que eu quero esquecer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Entre os soluços do meu choro eu tento te explicar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Nos teus braços é o meu lugar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Contemplar as estrelas, minha solidão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Aperta forte o peito, é mais que uma emoção&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Esqueci do meu orgulho pra você voltar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Permaneço sem amor, sem luz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Meu ar, meu chão é você&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Mesmo quando fecho os olhos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Posso te ver&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Eu corro pro mar pra não lembrar você&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;E o vento me traz o que eu quero esquecer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Entre os soluços do meu choro eu tento te explicar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Nos teus braços é o meu lugar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Contemplar as estrelas, minha solidão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Aperta forte o peito é mais que uma emoção&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Esqueci o meu orgulho pra você voltar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Permaneço sem amor, sem luz, sem ar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/662992285517687052-235296303384876712?l=mtrendel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EHD5tEKEnBs&amp;NR=1' title='sem ar..'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mtrendel.blogspot.com/feeds/235296303384876712/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=662992285517687052&amp;postID=235296303384876712' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/662992285517687052/posts/default/235296303384876712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/662992285517687052/posts/default/235296303384876712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mtrendel.blogspot.com/2009/03/sem-ar.html' title='sem ar..'/><author><name>Monique Trendel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16237726065262032519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-662992285517687052.post-5633870037462423184</id><published>2009-03-10T10:52:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T11:53:00.267-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='versos e poesias'/><title type='text'>o poeta, filósofo, historiador..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;e muito além...seus versos são delirantes, realistas e emocionantes...de palavras verdadeiras soam em meus ouvidos e invadem meus pensamentos, me trazem ações e reações...assim como as palavras ditas de maneira tão doce. Ele é com certeza um AMIGO que poucos conhecem e tem. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;Caro Dan...que tuas palavras sejam espalhadas por ai afora..tem talento já te disse isso.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;Uma prévia:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;prece noturna&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;à noite, geme a cidade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;pessoas viram seres&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;de estranhos prazeres&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;não expostos à claridade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;o amor é uma presa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;perdida no escuro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;na rua contra o muro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;"pobre vítima indefesa"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;da paixão sorrateira&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;que só conhece o tempo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;que voa como o vento&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;de uma noite inteira.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;e de manhã desaparece&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;deixando os corpos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;fechando os olhos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;de quem o dia esquece.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;o lençol prateado da lua&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;aquece e protege&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;a imaginação e a ação&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;da figura tão nua&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;do homem na madrugada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;exposto só que disposto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;temendo só que querendo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;provar a noite encantada, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;intensa e livre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;cheia de promessas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;de risos e de velas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;e pouco limite.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;noite misteriosa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;sedutora e maliciosa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;tão mais gostosa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;quanto mais perigosa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;cuida bem dessas tuas crias&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;elas sonham acordadas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;fantasias cristalizadas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;enquanto não desce a cortina&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Daniel Caon Alves&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Publicado no Recanto das Letras em 02/03/2007Código do texto: T398270&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/662992285517687052-5633870037462423184?l=mtrendel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.recantodasletras.net/autor_textos.php?id=13535' title='o poeta, filósofo, historiador..'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mtrendel.blogspot.com/feeds/5633870037462423184/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=662992285517687052&amp;postID=5633870037462423184' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/662992285517687052/posts/default/5633870037462423184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/662992285517687052/posts/default/5633870037462423184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mtrendel.blogspot.com/2009/03/o-poeta-filosofo-historiador.html' title='o poeta, filósofo, historiador..'/><author><name>Monique Trendel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16237726065262032519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-662992285517687052.post-6976804927607590859</id><published>2009-02-26T17:48:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T11:53:36.666-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='versos e poesias'/><title type='text'>...estamos com fome de amor</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Estamos com fome de amor...(Arnaldo Jabor) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Baladas recheadas de garotas lindas, com roupas cada vez mais micros e transparentes... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Danças e poses em closes ginecológicos, chegam sozinhas e saem sozinhas.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Empresários, advogados, engenheiros que estudaram, trabalharam, alcançaram sucesso profissional e, sozinhos... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Tem mulher contratando homem para dançar com elas em bailes, os novíssimos "personal dance", incrível. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;E não é só sexo não, se fosse, era resolvido fácil, alguém dúvida? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Estamos é com carência de passear de mãos dadas, dar e receber carinho, sem necessariamente, ter que depois mostrar performances dignas de um atleta olímpico...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Fazer um jantar pra quem você gosta e depois saber que vão "apenas" dormir abraçados... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Sabe essas coisas simples, que perdemos nessa marcha de uma evolução cega. Pode fazer tudo, desde que não interrompa a carreira, a produção... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Tornamo-nos máquinas, e agora estamos desesperados por não saber como voltar a "sentir", só isso, algo tão simples que a cada dia fica tão distante de nós... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Quem duvida do que estou dizendo, dá uma olhada no site de relacionamentos "ORKUT", e veja o número de comunidades como: "Quero um amor pra vida toda!", "Eu sou pra casar!" até a desesperançada "Nasci pra viver sozinho!" Unindo milhares, ou melhor, milhões de solitários, em meio a uma multidão de rostos cada vez mais estranhos, plásticos, quase etéreos e inacessíveis... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Vivemos cada vez mais tempo, retardamos o envelhecimento, e estamos a cada dia mais belos e mais sozinhos... Sei que estou parecendo o solteirão infeliz, mas pelo contrário... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Pra chegar a escrever essas bobagens (mais que verdadeiras) é preciso ter a coragem de encarar os fantasmas de frente e aceitar essa verdade de cara limpa... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Todo mundo quer ter alguém ao seu lado, mas hoje em dia isso é julgado como feio, démodé, brega...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Alô gente!!! Felicidade, amor, todas essas emoções &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Fazem-nos pareceres ridículos, abobalhados.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Mas e daí? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Seja ridículo, mas seja feliz e não seja frustrado... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;"Pague mico", saia gritando e falando bobagens... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Você vai descobrir mais cedo ou mais tarde &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Que o tempo pra ser feliz é curto, e cada instante que vai embora não volta mais...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Perceba aquela pessoa que passou hoje por você na rua, talvez nunca mais volte a vê-la... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;E, quem sabe ali estivesse a oportunidade de um sorriso à dois... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Quem disse que ser adulto é ser ranzinza... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Um ditado tibetano diz que: se um problema é grande demais, não pense nele... E, se ele é pequeno demais, pra quê pensar nele... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Dá pra ser um homem de negócios e tomar iogurte com o dedo, ou ser uma advogada de sucesso, que adora rir de si mesma por ser estabanada... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;O que realmente, não dá é para continuarmos achando que viver é out... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Que o vento não pode desmanchar o nosso cabelo... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Ou que não podemos nos aventurar a dizer pra alguém: "vamos ter bons e maus momentos e uma hora ou outra, um dos dois, ou quem sabe os dois, vão querer pular fora, mas se eu não pedir que fique comigo, tenho certeza de que vou me arrepender pelo resto da vida".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/662992285517687052-6976804927607590859?l=mtrendel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mtrendel.blogspot.com/feeds/6976804927607590859/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=662992285517687052&amp;postID=6976804927607590859' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/662992285517687052/posts/default/6976804927607590859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/662992285517687052/posts/default/6976804927607590859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mtrendel.blogspot.com/2009/02/estamos-com-fome-de-amor.html' title='...estamos com fome de amor'/><author><name>Monique Trendel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16237726065262032519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-662992285517687052.post-3675921306331313768</id><published>2009-02-11T11:20:00.006-02:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T11:54:02.869-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='meus'/><title type='text'>2009 chegou...</title><content type='html'>2009...&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_40UVatHuxho/SZLVp6jVK6I/AAAAAAAAAlg/lWg736nW-UY/s1600-h/champ.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301534627437292450" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_40UVatHuxho/SZLVp6jVK6I/AAAAAAAAAlg/lWg736nW-UY/s200/champ.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pois é...chegou com tudo...e quase nem vi passar...tantas coisas aconteceram no ano passado e algumas resolvi definitivamente deixar lá.. sem chororô, hehehe. Neste quero ano "paz e arroz"...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A verdade é que continuo buscando "algo"especial...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mas tudo está sendo tão diferente, talvez porque tenha conhecido pessoas diferentes e especiais, vividos momentos inexplicáveis...tenha dado muitas gargalhadas até agora e esteja realmente feliz...coincidências?? Existem...ô se existem!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;O fato é que 2009 vai ser um ano muito melhor, acredito muito isso!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;"As mais belas descobertas ocorrem quando as mesmas coisas são vistas com um novo olhar."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;a class="autor" href="http://www.pensador.info/autor/Malu_Schneider/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Malu Schneider&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301535065704606706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 211px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 223px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_40UVatHuxho/SZLWDbOZq_I/AAAAAAAAAlo/RJ2pI_CfJ8s/s200/feliz.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&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/662992285517687052-3675921306331313768?l=mtrendel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mtrendel.blogspot.com/feeds/3675921306331313768/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=662992285517687052&amp;postID=3675921306331313768' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/662992285517687052/posts/default/3675921306331313768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/662992285517687052/posts/default/3675921306331313768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mtrendel.blogspot.com/2009/02/2009-chegou.html' title='2009 chegou...'/><author><name>Monique Trendel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16237726065262032519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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dentro uma força vibrando uma luz&lt;br /&gt;E a energia que emana de todo o prazer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prazer em estar contigo&lt;br /&gt;Um brinde ao destino&lt;br /&gt;Será que o meu signo tem a ver com o seu&lt;br /&gt;Vem ficar comigo depois que a festa acabar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na madrugada a vitrola rolando um blues&lt;br /&gt;Tocando BB King sem parar&lt;br /&gt;Sinto por dentro uma força vibrando uma luz&lt;br /&gt;E a energia que emana de todo o prazer&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/662992285517687052-5164035669835732058?l=mtrendel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://br.youtube.com/watch?v=XCdCmljxjTk' title='noite do prazer'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mtrendel.blogspot.com/feeds/5164035669835732058/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-662992285517687052.post-6622762925869800802</id><published>2008-10-06T11:59:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T11:55:13.923-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='versos e poesias'/><title type='text'>espetáculo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_40UVatHuxho/SOooug6DZ8I/AAAAAAAAAZg/1xR0Ib8M9Ec/s1600-h/olhos.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254056694853625794" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_40UVatHuxho/SOooug6DZ8I/AAAAAAAAAZg/1xR0Ib8M9Ec/s400/olhos.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Há um momento certo para sair de cena&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Deixar de se declarar,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Apagar o brilho do olhar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Não ser a luz de um olhar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nem se direcionar pela luz de outro olhar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Há o momento certo pra fechar as cortinas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Deixar de ser o espetáculo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Deixar de esperar os aplausos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;O momento de reconhecer, que a cena acabou.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;E que ninguém de pé te olhou sair.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Há o momento certo de abrir os olhos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;E não esperar ser guiado pelo que outros olhos enxergam.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Momento de deixar de querer ter o que ñ tem.!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;De ser o que não é!!E cuidar do que é, e do que tem.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esse é o momento de acender as luzes!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;E deixar de se esforçar em enxergar no escuro.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;O momento de ensaiar outra peça,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;E pensar em outros espectadores,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Na cor da próxima cortina que se levantará.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;No próximo amor para se amar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A VIDA É UM ESPETÁCULO e o show não pode parar...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Escolhemos o papel que queremos representar:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;O amor verdadeiro não se deixa enganar...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nas alturas o coração se deixa levar...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Há um anjo sempre guiando nosso olhar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;(S.S.Rio )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/662992285517687052-6622762925869800802?l=mtrendel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mtrendel.blogspot.com/feeds/6622762925869800802/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=662992285517687052&amp;postID=6622762925869800802' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/662992285517687052/posts/default/6622762925869800802'/><link rel='self' 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type='text'>Segredos - Frejat</title><content type='html'>Segredos&lt;br /&gt;Frejat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Composição: Frejat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu procuro um amor&lt;br /&gt;Que ainda não encontrei&lt;br /&gt;Diferente de todos que amei...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nos seus olhos quero descobrir&lt;br /&gt;Uma razão para viver&lt;br /&gt;E as feridas dessa vida&lt;br /&gt;Eu quero esquecer...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pode ser que eu a encontre&lt;br /&gt;Numa fila de cinema&lt;br /&gt;Numa esquina&lt;br /&gt;Ou numa mesa de bar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Procuro um amor&lt;br /&gt;Que seja bom prá mim&lt;br /&gt;Vou procurar&lt;br /&gt;Eu vou até o fim...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E eu vou tratá-la bem&lt;br /&gt;Prá que ela não tenha medo&lt;br /&gt;Quando começar a conhecer&lt;br /&gt;Os meus segredos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hum! Hum! Huuuum!...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu procuro um amor&lt;br /&gt;Uma razão para viver&lt;br /&gt;E as feridas dessa vida&lt;br /&gt;Eu quero esquecer...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pode ser que eu gagueje&lt;br /&gt;Sem saber o que falar&lt;br /&gt;Mas eu disfarço&lt;br /&gt;E não saio sem ela de lá...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Procuro um amor&lt;br /&gt;Que seja bom prá mim&lt;br /&gt;Vou procurar&lt;br /&gt;Eu vou até o fim...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E eu vou tratá-la bem&lt;br /&gt;Prá que ela não tenha medo&lt;br /&gt;Quando começar a conhecer&lt;br /&gt;Os meus segredos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hum! Hum! Huuuum!...Hum! Hum! Huuuum!...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Procuro um amor&lt;br /&gt;Que seja bom prá mim&lt;br /&gt;Vou procurar&lt;br /&gt;Eu vou até o fim...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu procuro um amor&lt;br /&gt;Que seja bom prá mim&lt;br /&gt;Vou procurar&lt;br /&gt;Eu vou até o fim...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/662992285517687052-3352804918147428095?l=mtrendel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://br.youtube.com/watch?v=DrXa82roFS0' title='Segredos - Frejat'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mtrendel.blogspot.com/feeds/3352804918147428095/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=662992285517687052&amp;postID=3352804918147428095' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/662992285517687052/posts/default/3352804918147428095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/662992285517687052/posts/default/3352804918147428095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mtrendel.blogspot.com/2008/10/segredos-frejat.html' title='Segredos - Frejat'/><author><name>Monique Trendel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16237726065262032519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-662992285517687052.post-7598205983293646979</id><published>2008-10-06T09:45:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T12:01:50.407-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='versos e poesias'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dicas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='meus'/><title type='text'>água de beber</title><content type='html'>Já diz tudo!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/662992285517687052-7598205983293646979?l=mtrendel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.sptsnt.com.br/?p=95' title='água de beber'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mtrendel.blogspot.com/feeds/7598205983293646979/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=662992285517687052&amp;postID=7598205983293646979' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/662992285517687052/posts/default/7598205983293646979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/662992285517687052/posts/default/7598205983293646979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mtrendel.blogspot.com/2008/10/gua-de-beber.html' title='água de beber'/><author><name>Monique Trendel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16237726065262032519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-662992285517687052.post-4849768672047853946</id><published>2008-05-28T10:44:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2008-05-28T11:04:53.302-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='eventos'/><title type='text'>Sons da Cidade</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Sons da Cidade volta no dia 27 de maio &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;O projeto Sons da Cidade volta no dia 27 de maio no Teatro Renascença às 20h30 com Kako Xavier, Casa da Sogra e Zumbira e os Palmares, com ingresso de um quilo de alimento não perecível. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;O Sons da Cidade une as mais diversas formas de música praticadas por artistas profissionais em Porto Alegre no palco do Teatro Renascença. Chorinho, blues, samba, rock, música erudita, folclórica, mpb, jazz, enfim, o universo musical da cidade em todos os seus gêneros e gerações, uma vez por mês estão no palco. Sempre três grupos de gêneros diversos executando cada qual um bloco de 30 minutos. O projeto prioriza o contato do público com artistas de gêneros musicais diversos e funciona como uma coletânea de talentos, gêneros e sonoridades diversas integrados em um só palco. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;27 de maio&lt;br /&gt;20h30&lt;br /&gt;Teatro Renascença&lt;br /&gt;Ingressos: 1kg de alimento não perecível (a ser doado a uma instituição)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Show Das Bandas&lt;br /&gt;Kako Xavier&lt;br /&gt;Casa Da Sogra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Zumbira E Os Palmares &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/662992285517687052-4849768672047853946?l=mtrendel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mtrendel.blogspot.com/feeds/4849768672047853946/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=662992285517687052&amp;postID=4849768672047853946' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/662992285517687052/posts/default/4849768672047853946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/662992285517687052/posts/default/4849768672047853946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mtrendel.blogspot.com/2008/05/sons-da-cidade.html' title='Sons da Cidade'/><author><name>Monique Trendel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16237726065262032519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-662992285517687052.post-553085155458690555</id><published>2008-05-09T18:03:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T11:56:27.970-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reportagens'/><title type='text'>samba de raíz</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;Samba de Raiz é a expressão mais autêntica da &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Cultura" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cultura"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;cultura&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff66;"&gt; musical &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Brasil" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Brasil"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;brasileira&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Em um grupo de samba de raiz, vemos o &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Pandeiro" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pandeiro"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;pandeiro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff66;"&gt; de &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Couro" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Couro"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;couro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;, o &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Cavaquinho" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cavaquinho"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;cavaquinho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Cuíca" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cu%C3%ADca"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;cuíca&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Surdo" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Surdo"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;surdo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="mw-redirect" title="Violão" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Viol%C3%A3o"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;violão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff66;"&gt; e violão de sete cordas. O &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Banjo" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Banjo"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;banjo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;, pandeiro sintético, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="mw-redirect" title="Repique" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Repique"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;repique&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff66;"&gt; de mão e &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="mw-redirect" title="Tan tan" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tan_tan"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;tan tan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff66;"&gt; foram introduzidos principalmente nas rodas do &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Cacique de Ramos" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cacique_de_Ramos"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;Cacique de Ramos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff66;"&gt; e por integrantes do grupo Fundo de Quintal. Tendo, esses instrumentos vindo para somar.&lt;br /&gt;O samba de raiz também traz outros importantes instrumentos como: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Ganzá" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ganz%C3%A1"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;ganzá&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Reco-reco" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Reco-reco"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;reco-reco&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Tamborim" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tamborim"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;tamborim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Bandolim" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bandolim"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;bandolim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;, entre outros. O samba divide-se em vários tipos, todos eles integrantes do "Samba de raiz" como o samba de &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Partido alto" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Partido_alto"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;partido alto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff66;"&gt; (versos de improviso), samba dolente, samba de quadra, samba de terreiro, samba do recôncavo baiano...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/662992285517687052-553085155458690555?l=mtrendel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mtrendel.blogspot.com/feeds/553085155458690555/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=662992285517687052&amp;postID=553085155458690555' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/662992285517687052/posts/default/553085155458690555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/662992285517687052/posts/default/553085155458690555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mtrendel.blogspot.com/2008/05/samba-de-raz.html' title='samba de raíz'/><author><name>Monique Trendel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16237726065262032519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-662992285517687052.post-2910802172347867829</id><published>2008-05-09T17:52:00.006-03:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T11:56:52.527-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='meus'/><title type='text'>Sampa</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_40UVatHuxho/SCS_K14jwlI/AAAAAAAAAYo/x0Ez_XLZpb0/s1600-h/sp_bar_brahma_av_ipiranga_sao_joao.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198490062876295762" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_40UVatHuxho/SCS_K14jwlI/AAAAAAAAAYo/x0Ez_XLZpb0/s400/sp_bar_brahma_av_ipiranga_sao_joao.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;No feriadão de 1o. de maio, eu e a Si fomos voar...coisa boa, fomos cumprir missões, hehehehe e cumprimos, um dos lugares especiais que conhecemos foi, o Bar Brahma, tradicional em SP, sabe, na Av. Ipiranga esq. São João...tudo de bommmmm!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#66cccc;"&gt;Alguma coisa acontece no meu coração&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#66cccc;"&gt;Que só quando cruzo a Ipiranga e a Avenida São João&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#66cccc;"&gt;É que quando eu cheguei por aqui eu nada entendi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#66cccc;"&gt;Da dura poesia concreta de tuas esquinas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#66cccc;"&gt;Da deselegância discreta de tuas meninas...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/662992285517687052-2910802172347867829?l=mtrendel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mtrendel.blogspot.com/feeds/2910802172347867829/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=662992285517687052&amp;postID=2910802172347867829' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/662992285517687052/posts/default/2910802172347867829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/662992285517687052/posts/default/2910802172347867829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mtrendel.blogspot.com/2008/05/sampa.html' title='Sampa'/><author><name>Monique Trendel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16237726065262032519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_40UVatHuxho/SCS_K14jwlI/AAAAAAAAAYo/x0Ez_XLZpb0/s72-c/sp_bar_brahma_av_ipiranga_sao_joao.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-662992285517687052.post-846297352048576121</id><published>2008-04-08T15:36:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T11:57:15.945-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='versos e poesias'/><title type='text'>porque as pessoas entram na sua vida??</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Por que as pessoas entram na sua vida?&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Pessoas entram na sua vida por uma "Razão", uma "Estação" ou uma "Vida Inteira". Quando você percebe qual deles é, você vai saber o que fazer por cada pessoa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Quando alguém está em sua vida por uma "Razão"... é, geralmente, para suprir uma necessidade que você demonstrou. Elas vêm para auxiliá-lo numa dificuldade, te fornecer orientação e apoio, ajudá-lo física, emocional ou espiritualmente. Elas poderão parecer como uma dádiva de Deus, e são! Elas estão lá pela razão que você precisa que eles estejam lá. Então, sem nenhuma atitude errada de sua parte, ou em uma hora inconveniente, esta pessoa vai dizer ou fazer alguma coisa para levar essa relação a um fim. Ás vezes, essas pessoas morrem. Ás vezes, eles simplesmente se vão. Ás vezes, eles agem e te forçam a tomar uma posição. O que devemos entender é que nossas necessidades foram atendidas, nossos desejos preenchidos e o trabalho delas, feito. As suas orações foram atendidas. E agora é tempo de ir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Quando pessoas entram em nossas vidas por uma "Estação", é porque chegou sua vez de dividir, crescer e aprender. Elas trazem para você a experiência da paz, ou fazem você rir. Elas poderão ensiná-lo algo que você nunca fez. Elas, geralmente, te dão uma quantidade enorme de prazer... Acredite! É real! Mas somente por uma "Estação".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Relacionamentos de uma "Vida Inteira" te ensinam lições para a vida inteira: coisas que você deve construir para ter uma formação emocional sólida. Sua tarefa é aceitar a lição, amar a pessoa, e colocar o que você aprendeu em uso em todos os outros relacionamentos e áreas de sua vida. É dito que o amor é cego, mas a amizade é clarividente. Obrigado por ser parte da minha vida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Pare aqui e simplesmente SORRIA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;"Trabalhe como se você não precisasse do dinheiro,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Ame como se você nunca tivesse sido magoado, e dance como&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;se ninguém estivesse te observando."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;"O maior risco da vida é não fazer NADA."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;a class="autor" href="http://www.pensador.info/autor/Martha_Medeiros/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Martha Medeiros&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/662992285517687052-846297352048576121?l=mtrendel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mtrendel.blogspot.com/feeds/846297352048576121/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=662992285517687052&amp;postID=846297352048576121' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/662992285517687052/posts/default/846297352048576121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/662992285517687052/posts/default/846297352048576121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mtrendel.blogspot.com/2008/04/porque-as-pessoas-entram-na-sua-vida.html' title='porque as pessoas entram na sua vida??'/><author><name>Monique Trendel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16237726065262032519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-662992285517687052.post-9136267727924726678</id><published>2008-04-08T15:22:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T11:57:41.942-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='versos e poesias'/><title type='text'>jeito de ser</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;JEITO DE SER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Existe uma coisa difícil de ser ensinada e que, talvez por isso, esteja&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;cada vez mais rara: a elegância do comportamento.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;É um dom que vai muito além do uso correto dos talheres e que abrange bem mais do que dizer um simples obrigado diante de uma gentileza.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;É a elegância que nos acompanha da primeira hora da manhã até a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;hora de dormir e que se manifesta nas situações mais prosaicas, quando&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;não há festa alguma nem fotógrafos por perto.É uma elegância desobrigada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;É possível detectá-la nas pessoas que elogiam mais do que criticam.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Nas pessoas que escutam mais do que falam. E quando falam, passam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;longe da fofoca, das pequenas maldades ampliadas no boca a boca.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;É possível detectá-la nas pessoas que não usam um tom superior de voz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ao se dirigir a frentistas.Nas pessoas que evitam assuntos constrangedores porque não sentem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;prazer em humilhar os outros.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;É possível detectá-la em pessoas pontuais.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Elegante é quem demonstra interesse por assuntos que desconhece,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;é quem presenteia fora das datas festivas, é quem cumpre o que promete&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;e, ao receber uma ligação, não recomenda à secretária que pergunte&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;antes quem está falando e só depois manda dizer se está ou não está.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Oferecer flores é sempre elegante.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;É elegante não ficar espaçoso demais.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;É elegante não mudar seu estilo apenas para se adaptar ao de outro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;É muito elegante não falar de dinheiro em bate-papos informais.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;É elegante retribuir carinho e solidariedade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sobrenome, jóias e nariz empinado não substituem a elegância do gesto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Não há livro que ensine alguém a ter uma visão generosa do mundo, a estar nele de uma forma não arrogante.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Pode-se tentar capturar esta delicadeza natural através da observação,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;mas tentar imitá-la é improdutivo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A saída é desenvolver em si mesmo a arte de conviver, que independe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;de status social: é só pedir licencinha para o nosso lado brucutu, que&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;acha que com amigo não tem que ter estas frescuras.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Se os amigos não merecem uma certa cordialidade, os inimigos é que&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;não irão desfrutá-la.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Educação enferruja por falta de uso. E, detalhe: não é frescura.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="autor" href="http://www.pensador.info/autor/Marta_Medeiros/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Marta Medeiros&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/662992285517687052-9136267727924726678?l=mtrendel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mtrendel.blogspot.com/feeds/9136267727924726678/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=662992285517687052&amp;postID=9136267727924726678' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/662992285517687052/posts/default/9136267727924726678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/662992285517687052/posts/default/9136267727924726678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mtrendel.blogspot.com/2008/04/jeito-de-ser_08.html' title='jeito de ser'/><author><name>Monique Trendel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16237726065262032519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-662992285517687052.post-110007913739921784</id><published>2008-01-16T16:04:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T11:58:01.151-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='versos e poesias'/><title type='text'>Amigos...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Pessoas desconhecidas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Vem e vão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Outras vem e ficam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Há aquelas que conhecemos por acaso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;No ônibus, num barzinho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;E em apenas alguns minutos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Conquistam-nos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Algumas se tornam apenas colegas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Outras crescem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;E se tornam grandes amigas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Vezes pra a toda a vida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Vezes por alguns momentos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Algumas sinceras demais&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Outras nem sabem o que é ser sincero&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Há aquelas que conhecemos há muito tempo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;E ao mesmo tempo não conhecemos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Ou apenas não confiamos...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Conquistar uma paixão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;É fácil, mas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Para conquistar uma amizade verdadeira&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;É preciso trabalhar, cultivar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Saber o significado de algumas palavras mágicas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Tão mágicas, que se bem cultivadas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;São capazes de transformar a vida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Sinceridade, amor, companheirismo, lealdade, cumplicidade...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Quem conhece, sabe ser amigo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;mesmo que por minutos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;E se tornam inesqueciveis, amados&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;simplesmente...Amigos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/662992285517687052-110007913739921784?l=mtrendel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mtrendel.blogspot.com/feeds/110007913739921784/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=662992285517687052&amp;postID=110007913739921784' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/662992285517687052/posts/default/110007913739921784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/662992285517687052/posts/default/110007913739921784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mtrendel.blogspot.com/2008/01/amigos.html' title='Amigos...'/><author><name>Monique Trendel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16237726065262032519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-662992285517687052.post-2809831991487769740</id><published>2008-01-16T15:52:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T11:58:20.495-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='meus'/><title type='text'>troca de verdades...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_40UVatHuxho/R45FjnTrxYI/AAAAAAAAAXk/VRlS0AmyrG4/s1600-h/brindeftc.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156135101535077762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_40UVatHuxho/R45FjnTrxYI/AAAAAAAAAXk/VRlS0AmyrG4/s400/brindeftc.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ccffff;"&gt;Bem ou mal as verdades escapam, entre palavras, entre gestos, entre sorrisos, entre olhares...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ccffff;"&gt;- Tim, tim, mais uma garçom!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ccffff;"&gt;E lá estamos nós novamente, rindo, trocando, juntando, comemorando e temos ainda 4 anos pela frente...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ccffff;"&gt;Essa é para nós, vós e eles, hehehehe!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/662992285517687052-2809831991487769740?l=mtrendel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mtrendel.blogspot.com/feeds/2809831991487769740/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=662992285517687052&amp;postID=2809831991487769740' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/662992285517687052/posts/default/2809831991487769740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/662992285517687052/posts/default/2809831991487769740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mtrendel.blogspot.com/2008/01/troca-de-verdades.html' title='troca de verdades...'/><author><name>Monique Trendel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16237726065262032519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_40UVatHuxho/R45FjnTrxYI/AAAAAAAAAXk/VRlS0AmyrG4/s72-c/brindeftc.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-662992285517687052.post-1968859463087338545</id><published>2008-01-01T23:11:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T11:58:41.643-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='meus'/><title type='text'>2008...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_40UVatHuxho/R3rmAHTrxXI/AAAAAAAAAXc/HUlgI9DvcrM/s1600-h/c%C3%A1lice.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150682013487580530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_40UVatHuxho/R3rmAHTrxXI/AAAAAAAAAXc/HUlgI9DvcrM/s400/c%C3%A1lice.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Brindar, quebrar barreiras, desejar, amar, refletir, abraçar, beijar, pensar, imaginar...2008!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Muito mais feliz que 2007!!! Não importa o tempo, o espaço, o lugar, o fim ou começo...desejo tudo de bom ...a lua iluminou nossas vidas, nos deu um presente, na verdade muitos...cada momento, cada passo, cada dia!!! Brindemos à vida, aos amores, à família, aos amigos, aos conhecidos, aos desconhecidos e à descoberta dos amanhãs. feliz ano novo!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/662992285517687052-1968859463087338545?l=mtrendel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mtrendel.blogspot.com/feeds/1968859463087338545/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=662992285517687052&amp;postID=1968859463087338545' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/662992285517687052/posts/default/1968859463087338545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/662992285517687052/posts/default/1968859463087338545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mtrendel.blogspot.com/2008/01/2008.html' title='2008...'/><author><name>Monique Trendel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16237726065262032519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_40UVatHuxho/R3rmAHTrxXI/AAAAAAAAAXc/HUlgI9DvcrM/s72-c/c%C3%A1lice.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-662992285517687052.post-4608566094371541561</id><published>2007-11-29T13:15:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T12:01:11.185-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='meus'/><title type='text'>depois dos trinta...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;sabe que existem coisas certas nessa vida, noto que a medida que o tempo passa determinamos cada vez mais os passos a serem dados na própria vida, nos tornamos seguros e cada vez mais independentes...colocamos a cara a tapa, sem medos, sem rancores, sem receios...justificamos os meios e os fins!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Não há necessidade de pré-aprovações...fazemos para nós e para todos se for necessário! As ações e reações são maduras  e responsáveis. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Será que tudo isso é depois dos trinta!?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Me sinto renovada...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/662992285517687052-4608566094371541561?l=mtrendel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mtrendel.blogspot.com/feeds/4608566094371541561/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=662992285517687052&amp;postID=4608566094371541561' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/662992285517687052/posts/default/4608566094371541561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/662992285517687052/posts/default/4608566094371541561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mtrendel.blogspot.com/2007/11/depois-dos-trinta.html' title='depois dos trinta...'/><author><name>Monique Trendel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16237726065262032519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-662992285517687052.post-4893908366048698686</id><published>2007-11-23T17:36:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T12:01:11.185-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='meus'/><title type='text'>é amanhã!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_40UVatHuxho/R0csAGRzc6I/AAAAAAAAAXU/XqMbhK4_i_8/s1600-h/bolo30.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136122280236250018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_40UVatHuxho/R0csAGRzc6I/AAAAAAAAAXU/XqMbhK4_i_8/s400/bolo30.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&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/662992285517687052-4893908366048698686?l=mtrendel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mtrendel.blogspot.com/feeds/4893908366048698686/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=662992285517687052&amp;postID=4893908366048698686' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/662992285517687052/posts/default/4893908366048698686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/662992285517687052/posts/default/4893908366048698686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mtrendel.blogspot.com/2007/11/amanh.html' title='é amanhã!!!'/><author><name>Monique Trendel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16237726065262032519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_40UVatHuxho/R0csAGRzc6I/AAAAAAAAAXU/XqMbhK4_i_8/s72-c/bolo30.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-662992285517687052.post-6138502674215353219</id><published>2007-11-13T14:03:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T12:01:11.185-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='meus'/><title type='text'>trintão</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_40UVatHuxho/RznUP9Bb5MI/AAAAAAAAAXM/mg3QHy0AifU/s1600-h/regalos-aniversario.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132366620909102274" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_40UVatHuxho/RznUP9Bb5MI/AAAAAAAAAXM/mg3QHy0AifU/s320/regalos-aniversario.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Está cada vez mais perto....os dias estão passando muito rapidamente...o tempo está voando, as horas estão correndo e os minutos e segundos nem sequer são contados...putz, tô quase lá, trintão, 3.0. Caraca é muita coisa boa!!!&lt;br /&gt;Conqüistas, amores, amizades, família, verdades e esperanças...tive altos e baixos, conflitos inigualáveis, decepções, inseguranças, alegrias, emoções...tantas coisas, enfim vivi, sobrevivi...&lt;br /&gt;Trinta!!! Assustador, tenso, mas ao mesmo tempo relaxante...é bom ter quase 30 anos...já passei por muitas fases maravilhosas e chego aqui com o melhor de mim, responsabilidade, respeito, conceitos, compaixão, amor, assumindo integralmente meus direitos e deveres, minhas vontades, meus erros, mostrando a cara e sendo assim...&lt;strong&gt;EU&lt;/strong&gt; mesma!!&lt;br /&gt;Sabe, a vantagem é assumir os riscos e mostrar quem sou, só assim sei as verdades que estão a minha volta.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/662992285517687052-6138502674215353219?l=mtrendel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mtrendel.blogspot.com/feeds/6138502674215353219/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=662992285517687052&amp;postID=6138502674215353219' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/662992285517687052/posts/default/6138502674215353219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/662992285517687052/posts/default/6138502674215353219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mtrendel.blogspot.com/2007/11/trinto.html' title='trintão'/><author><name>Monique Trendel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16237726065262032519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_40UVatHuxho/RznUP9Bb5MI/AAAAAAAAAXM/mg3QHy0AifU/s72-c/regalos-aniversario.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-662992285517687052.post-2440309312532660208</id><published>2007-11-08T11:49:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T12:01:50.407-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='versos e poesias'/><title type='text'>Crônica</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_40UVatHuxho/RzMV7NBb5LI/AAAAAAAAAXE/tW_jvI3PCwk/s1600-h/mario.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130468507357275314" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_40UVatHuxho/RzMV7NBb5LI/AAAAAAAAAXE/tW_jvI3PCwk/s200/mario.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;MÁRIO PRATA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;As mulheres de 30&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;O que mais as espanta é que, de repente, elas percebem que já são balzaquianas. Mas poucas balzacas leram A Mulher de Trinta, de Honoré de Balzac, escrito há mais de 150 anos. Olhe o que ele diz: 'Uma mulher de trinta anos tem atrativos irresistíveis. A mulher jovem tem muitas ilusões, muita inexperiência. Uma nos instrui, a outra quer tudo aprender e acredita ter dito tudo despindo o vestido. (...) Entre elas duas há a distância incomensurável que vai do previsto ao imprevisto, da força à fraqueza. A mulher de trinta anos satisfaz tudo, e a jovem, sob pena de não sê-lo, nada pode satisfazer'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Madame Bovary, outra francesa trintona, era tão maravilhosa que seu criador chegou a dizer diante dos tribunais: 'Madame Bovary c'est moi'. E a Marilyn Monroe, que fez tudo aquilo entre 30 e 40?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Mas voltemos a nossa mulher de 30, a brasileira-tropicana, aquela que podemos encontrar na frente das escolas pegando os filhos ou num balcão de bar bebendo um chope sozinha. Sim, a mulher de 30 bebe. A mulher de 30 é morena. Quando resolve fazer a besteira de tingir os cabelos de amarelo-hebe passa, automaticamente, a ter 40. E o que mais encanta nas de 30 é que parece que nunca vão perder aquele jeitinho que trouxeram dos 20. Mas, para isso, como elas se preocupam com a barriguinha! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;A mulher de 30 está para se separar. Ou já se separou. São raras as mulheres que passam por esta faixa sem terminar um casamento. Em compensação, ainda antes dos 40 elas arrumam o segundo e definitivo. A grande maioria tem dois filhos. Geralmente um casal. As que ainda não tiveram filhos se tornam um perigo, quando estão ali pelos 35. Periga pegarem o primeiro quarentão que encontrarem pela frente. Elas querem casar. Elas talvez não saibam, mas são as mais bonitas das mulheres. Acho até que a idade mínima para concurso de miss deveria ser 30 anos. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Desfilam como gazelas, embora eu nunca tenha visto uma (gazela). Sorriem e nos olham com uns olhos claros. Já notou que elas têm olhos claros? E as que usam uns cabelos longos e ondulados e ficam a todo momento jogando as melenas para trás? É de matar. '&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;O problema com esta faixa de idade é achar uma que não esteja terminando alguma tese ou TCC. E eu pergunto: existe algo mais excitante do que uma médica de 32 anos, toda de branco, com o estetoscópio balançando no decote de seu jaleco diante daqueles hirtos seios? E mulher de 30 guiando jipe? Covardia. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;A mulher de 30 ainda não fez plástica. Não precisa. Está com tudo em cima. Ela, ao contrário das de 20, nunca ficou. Quando resolve, vai pra valer. Faz sexo como se fosse a última vez. A mulher de 30 morde, grita, sua como ninguém. Não finge. Mata o homem, tenha ele 20 ou 50. E o hálito, então? É fresco. E os pelinhos nas costas, lá pra baixo, que mais parecem pele de pêssego, como diria o Machado se referindo a Helena, que, infelizmente, nunca chegou aos 30? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Mas o que mais me encanta nas mulheres de 30 é a independência. Moram sozinhas e suas casas têm ainda um frescor das de 20 e a maturidade das de 40. Adoram flores e um cachorrinho pequeno. Curtem janelas abertas. Elas sabem escolher um travesseiro. E amam quem querem, à hora que querem e onde querem. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;E o mais importante: do jeito que desejam. São fortes as mulheres de 30. E não têm pressa pra nada. Sabem aonde vão chegar. E sempre chegam. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Chegam lá atrás, no Balzac: 'A mulher de 30 anos satisfaz tudo'. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Ponto. Pra elas.&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/662992285517687052-2440309312532660208?l=mtrendel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mtrendel.blogspot.com/feeds/2440309312532660208/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=662992285517687052&amp;postID=2440309312532660208' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/662992285517687052/posts/default/2440309312532660208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/662992285517687052/posts/default/2440309312532660208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mtrendel.blogspot.com/2007/11/crnica.html' title='Crônica'/><author><name>Monique Trendel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16237726065262032519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_40UVatHuxho/RzMV7NBb5LI/AAAAAAAAAXE/tW_jvI3PCwk/s72-c/mario.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-662992285517687052.post-6898040351638629952</id><published>2007-11-05T18:24:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T12:01:50.407-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='versos e poesias'/><title type='text'>Uma poesia para uma sagitariana</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt; &lt;em&gt;Arco &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Carlos Drumond de Andrade&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Que quer o anjo? chamá-la. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Que quer a alma? perder-se. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Perder-se em rudes guianas &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;para jamais encontrar-se. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Que quer a voz? Encantá-lo que quer o ouvido?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt; embeber-se&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt; de gritos blasfematórios&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt; até quedar aturdido. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Que quer a nuvem? raptá-lo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Que quer o corpo? solver-se,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Delir memória de vida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;E quanto seja memória.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Que quer a paixão? detê-lo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Que quer o peito? fechar-se&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Contra os poderes do mundo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Para na treva fundir-se.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Que quer a canção? erguer-se&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Em arco sobre os abismos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Que quer o homem? salvar-se&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Ao prêmio de uma canção.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/662992285517687052-6898040351638629952?l=mtrendel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mtrendel.blogspot.com/feeds/6898040351638629952/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=662992285517687052&amp;postID=6898040351638629952' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/662992285517687052/posts/default/6898040351638629952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/662992285517687052/posts/default/6898040351638629952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mtrendel.blogspot.com/2007/11/uma-poesia-para-uma-sagitariana.html' title='Uma poesia para uma sagitariana'/><author><name>Monique Trendel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16237726065262032519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-662992285517687052.post-7600082428359705089</id><published>2007-10-25T15:26:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T12:02:42.568-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='versos e poesias'/><title type='text'>Balzaquianas</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Mulher de 30 anos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Uma mulher de trinta anos tem atrativos irresistíveis. A mulher jovem tem muitas ilusões, muita inexperiência. Uma nos instrui, a outra quer tudo aprender e acredita ter dito tudo despindo o vestido. (...) Entre elas duas há a distância incomensurável que vai do previsto ao imprevisto, da força à fraqueza. A mulher de trinta anos satisfaz tudo, e a jovem, sob pena de não sê-lo, nada pode satisfazer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Honoré Balzac&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/662992285517687052-7600082428359705089?l=mtrendel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mtrendel.blogspot.com/feeds/7600082428359705089/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=662992285517687052&amp;postID=7600082428359705089' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/662992285517687052/posts/default/7600082428359705089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/662992285517687052/posts/default/7600082428359705089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mtrendel.blogspot.com/2007/10/balzaquianas.html' title='Balzaquianas'/><author><name>Monique Trendel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16237726065262032519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-662992285517687052.post-1870868195406574933</id><published>2007-10-15T10:05:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T12:07:40.433-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='versos e poesias'/><title type='text'>Carlos Drummond de Andrade</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Se procurar bem você acaba encontrando.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Não a explicação (duvidosa) da vida,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Mas a poesia (inexplicável) da vida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Carlos Drummond de Andrade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Amar o perdido&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;deixa confundido&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;este coração.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Nada pode o olvido&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;contra o sem sentido&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;apelo do Não.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;As coisas tangíveis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;tornam-se insensíveis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;à palma da mão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Mas as coisas findas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;muito mais que lindas,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;essas ficarão.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Carlos Drummond de Andrade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;AUSÊNCIA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Por muito tempo achei que a ausência é falta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;E lastimava, ignorante, a falta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Hoje não a lastimo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Não há falta na ausência.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;A ausência é um estar em mim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;E sinto-a, branca, tão pegada, aconchegada nos meus braços,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;que rio e danço e invento exclamações alegres,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;porque a ausência assimilada,ninguém a rouba&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;mais &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;de&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt; mim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Carlos Drummond de Andrade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/662992285517687052-1870868195406574933?l=mtrendel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mtrendel.blogspot.com/feeds/1870868195406574933/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=662992285517687052&amp;postID=1870868195406574933' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/662992285517687052/posts/default/1870868195406574933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/662992285517687052/posts/default/1870868195406574933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mtrendel.blogspot.com/2007/10/se-procurar-bem-voc-acaba-encontrando.html' title='Carlos Drummond de Andrade'/><author><name>Monique Trendel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16237726065262032519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-662992285517687052.post-4664168757184949724</id><published>2007-09-11T16:04:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-09-11T16:07:52.497-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='versos e poesias'/><title type='text'>sê...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Para ser grande, sê inteiro: nada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Teu exagera ou exclui. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Sê todo em cada coisa. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Põe quanto és&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;No mínimo que fazes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Assim em cada lago a lua toda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Brilha, porque alta vive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt; Ricardo Reis (heterônimo de Fernando Pessoa) - 14/2/1933&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/662992285517687052-4664168757184949724?l=mtrendel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mtrendel.blogspot.com/feeds/4664168757184949724/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=662992285517687052&amp;postID=4664168757184949724' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/662992285517687052/posts/default/4664168757184949724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/662992285517687052/posts/default/4664168757184949724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mtrendel.blogspot.com/2007/09/s.html' title='sê...'/><author><name>Monique Trendel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16237726065262032519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-662992285517687052.post-2787257103919786602</id><published>2007-08-21T17:28:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T00:28:40.033-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_40UVatHuxho/RstT2UXO4MI/AAAAAAAAAUc/bZatCvRziC8/s1600-h/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101263195571413186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_40UVatHuxho/RstT2UXO4MI/AAAAAAAAAUc/bZatCvRziC8/s200/images.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_40UVatHuxho/RstTl0XO4LI/AAAAAAAAAUU/KHBYCGPAR-A/s1600-h/sil.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101262912103571634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_40UVatHuxho/RstTl0XO4LI/AAAAAAAAAUU/KHBYCGPAR-A/s320/sil.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/662992285517687052-2787257103919786602?l=mtrendel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mtrendel.blogspot.com/feeds/2787257103919786602/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=662992285517687052&amp;postID=2787257103919786602' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/662992285517687052/posts/default/2787257103919786602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/662992285517687052/posts/default/2787257103919786602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mtrendel.blogspot.com/2007/08/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Monique Trendel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16237726065262032519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_40UVatHuxho/RstT2UXO4MI/AAAAAAAAAUc/bZatCvRziC8/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-662992285517687052.post-7275533403350611256</id><published>2007-08-17T16:52:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T00:28:40.126-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='versos e poesias'/><title type='text'>além da terra, além do céu</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;ALÉM DA TERRA, ALÉM DO CÉU&lt;br /&gt;Carlos Drummond de Andrade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Além da Terra, além do Céu, no trampolim do sem-fim das estrelas, no rastro dos astros, na magnólia das nebulosas. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Além, muito além do sistema solar, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;até onde alcançam o pensamento e o coração, vamos! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Vamos conjugar o verbo fundamental essencial, o verbo transcendente, acima das gramáticas e do medo e da moeda e da política, o verbo sempreamar, o verbo pluriamar, razão de ser e de &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;viver.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099766691526533282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_40UVatHuxho/RsYCyUXO4KI/AAAAAAAAAUM/SaLfw06AtvE/s320/%257B59F24730-EA9A-4D6A-9E57-CEA5F62A96EE%257D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/662992285517687052-7275533403350611256?l=mtrendel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mtrendel.blogspot.com/feeds/7275533403350611256/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=662992285517687052&amp;postID=7275533403350611256' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/662992285517687052/posts/default/7275533403350611256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/662992285517687052/posts/default/7275533403350611256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mtrendel.blogspot.com/2007/08/alm-da-terra-alm-do-cu.html' title='além da terra, além do céu'/><author><name>Monique Trendel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16237726065262032519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_40UVatHuxho/RsYCyUXO4KI/AAAAAAAAAUM/SaLfw06AtvE/s72-c/%257B59F24730-EA9A-4D6A-9E57-CEA5F62A96EE%257D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-662992285517687052.post-1149969081679749088</id><published>2007-08-14T17:53:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-08-14T17:56:58.771-03:00</updated><title type='text'>existe el amor?</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Hay amor del sincero lo hay. El tiempo que dure eso ya es otra cosa.&lt;br /&gt;Estadísticas dicen que el amor dura poco , que cuando se enamora uno es el momento, la novedad, lo nuevo. Y que cuando se entra en la “rutina diaria”, en lo mismo … pues el supuesto “amor” que se tenía ya se va desvaneciendo y las personas ya van mirando a otras personas del sexo opuesto.&lt;br /&gt;Es así, quizás tan solo se enamoren las personas 1 vez en la vida, pero puede que esa vez se les pase como un tren en la vía. Y después al cabo de los años se dan cuenta que deberían de haber cogido ese tren porque era lo que ellos querían. Pero ya es tarde. Y lo bueno sería tomar el “tren del amor” en su momento y ser felices…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;para pensar...refletir e se quiser, chorar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/662992285517687052-1149969081679749088?l=mtrendel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mtrendel.blogspot.com/feeds/1149969081679749088/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=662992285517687052&amp;postID=1149969081679749088' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/662992285517687052/posts/default/1149969081679749088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/662992285517687052/posts/default/1149969081679749088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mtrendel.blogspot.com/2007/08/existe-el-amor.html' title='existe el amor?'/><author><name>Monique Trendel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16237726065262032519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-662992285517687052.post-895731176033413550</id><published>2007-07-24T10:39:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-08-17T17:12:53.957-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='versos e poesias'/><title type='text'>eternamente adeus</title><content type='html'>&lt;a title="Permanent Link: Eternamente Adeus" href="http://www.escribacafe.com/eternamente-adeus/" rel="bookmark"&gt;Eternamente Adeus&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Por Christian Gurtner &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffff99;"&gt;Derrete como gelo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffff99;"&gt;o último adeus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffff99;"&gt;Este, que dentre vários outros&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffff99;"&gt;marca o fim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffff99;"&gt;marca o início&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffff99;"&gt;Do adeus não surgiu lágrimas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffff99;"&gt;nem sorrisos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffff99;"&gt;Mas derrete com o vazio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffff99;"&gt;O último adeus, pudera,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffff99;"&gt;não ser mais um de vários outros&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffff99;"&gt;que canta vibrando teus lábios&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffff99;"&gt;e dilacera o coração com o brilho de teus olhos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffff99;"&gt;Não mais! Proferiu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffff99;"&gt;Não mais! Gritou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffff99;"&gt;Não mais? Perguntou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffff99;"&gt;Não mais…? Lamentou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffff99;"&gt;Mais! Sempre mais!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffff99;"&gt;Há vida enquanto há riso.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffff99;"&gt;Há vida enquanto há abraço.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffff99;"&gt;Há vida mesmo sem tudo isso.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffff99;"&gt;Mas há vida mais bela&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffff99;"&gt;quando corações se prensam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffff99;"&gt;olhos se cruzam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffff99;"&gt;mãos se tocam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffff99;"&gt;e almas navegam juntas o mar da solidão.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/662992285517687052-895731176033413550?l=mtrendel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.escribacafe.com/eternamente-adeus/' title='eternamente adeus'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mtrendel.blogspot.com/feeds/895731176033413550/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=662992285517687052&amp;postID=895731176033413550' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/662992285517687052/posts/default/895731176033413550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/662992285517687052/posts/default/895731176033413550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mtrendel.blogspot.com/2007/07/eternamente-adeus.html' title='eternamente adeus'/><author><name>Monique Trendel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16237726065262032519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-662992285517687052.post-2146655678219055791</id><published>2007-07-20T11:01:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T00:28:40.261-02:00</updated><title type='text'>uma historinha sobre amizade</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_40UVatHuxho/RqDBwxCSnUI/AAAAAAAAAUA/CswW35Sz1L0/s1600-h/amizadecas.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089280622469487938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_40UVatHuxho/RqDBwxCSnUI/AAAAAAAAAUA/CswW35Sz1L0/s320/amizadecas.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_40UVatHuxho/RqDBjBCSnTI/AAAAAAAAAT4/6R-1at_8G1I/s1600-h/amizadecas.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_40UVatHuxho/RqDA8BCSnSI/AAAAAAAAATw/Om4KE5dD6qQ/s1600-h/amizadecas.bmp"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/662992285517687052-2146655678219055791?l=mtrendel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mtrendel.blogspot.com/feeds/2146655678219055791/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=662992285517687052&amp;postID=2146655678219055791' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/662992285517687052/posts/default/2146655678219055791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/662992285517687052/posts/default/2146655678219055791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mtrendel.blogspot.com/2007/07/uma-historinha-sobre-amizade.html' title='uma historinha sobre amizade'/><author><name>Monique Trendel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16237726065262032519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_40UVatHuxho/RqDBwxCSnUI/AAAAAAAAAUA/CswW35Sz1L0/s72-c/amizadecas.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-662992285517687052.post-4573596852303218424</id><published>2007-07-20T10:41:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T00:28:40.623-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='meus'/><title type='text'>dia do amigo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_40UVatHuxho/RqC-PxCSnQI/AAAAAAAAATg/9QPBT6FFXyE/s1600-h/p_amigo.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089276756998921474" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_40UVatHuxho/RqC-PxCSnQI/AAAAAAAAATg/9QPBT6FFXyE/s320/p_amigo.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Dia especial??? Os dias não são os mesmos sem eles, amo vocês!!!  SI, Aly, Dan, Camy, Fred, Fabri, Gordo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Feliz dia, dia do amigo!!!&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_40UVatHuxho/RqC_gBCSnRI/AAAAAAAAATo/sjQNZXFTp4k/s1600-h/amizade05.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089278135683423506" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_40UVatHuxho/RqC_gBCSnRI/AAAAAAAAATo/sjQNZXFTp4k/s320/amizade05.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/662992285517687052-4573596852303218424?l=mtrendel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mtrendel.blogspot.com/feeds/4573596852303218424/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=662992285517687052&amp;postID=4573596852303218424' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/662992285517687052/posts/default/4573596852303218424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/662992285517687052/posts/default/4573596852303218424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mtrendel.blogspot.com/2007/07/dia-do-amigo.html' title='dia do amigo'/><author><name>Monique Trendel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16237726065262032519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_40UVatHuxho/RqC-PxCSnQI/AAAAAAAAATg/9QPBT6FFXyE/s72-c/p_amigo.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-662992285517687052.post-4835036291616551919</id><published>2007-07-19T13:50:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T00:28:40.772-02:00</updated><title type='text'>luto</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_40UVatHuxho/Rp-YHRCSnPI/AAAAAAAAATY/KIrzfH6wpwk/s1600-h/luto.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088953354551467250" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_40UVatHuxho/Rp-YHRCSnPI/AAAAAAAAATY/KIrzfH6wpwk/s320/luto.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;. . .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/662992285517687052-4835036291616551919?l=mtrendel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_40UVatHuxho/Rp-YHRCSnPI/AAAAAAAAATY/KIrzfH6wpwk/s72-c/luto.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-662992285517687052.post-5917309584857122821</id><published>2007-07-18T11:20:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T00:28:40.909-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='versos e poesias'/><title type='text'>luto</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Como um mar, ao redor da soleada ilha da vida, a morte canta noite e dia a sua canção sem fim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;(Tagore)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088542235986926818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_40UVatHuxho/Rp4iNBCSnOI/AAAAAAAAATQ/4m5lxgOpexo/s200/morte.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&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/662992285517687052-5917309584857122821?l=mtrendel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mtrendel.blogspot.com/feeds/5917309584857122821/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=662992285517687052&amp;postID=5917309584857122821' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/662992285517687052/posts/default/5917309584857122821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/662992285517687052/posts/default/5917309584857122821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mtrendel.blogspot.com/2007/07/luto.html' title='luto'/><author><name>Monique Trendel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16237726065262032519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_40UVatHuxho/Rp4iNBCSnOI/AAAAAAAAATQ/4m5lxgOpexo/s72-c/morte.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-662992285517687052.post-1135651748359994050</id><published>2007-07-17T17:29:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T00:28:41.622-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='desabafo'/><title type='text'>caminhos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_40UVatHuxho/Rp0nXBCSnII/AAAAAAAAASg/pZoY5bw_RCg/s1600-h/reticencias.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088266430367046786" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_40UVatHuxho/Rp0nXBCSnII/AAAAAAAAASg/pZoY5bw_RCg/s200/reticencias.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;caminhos se cruzam...mas um dia quando menos se espera, caminhos se dividem, vidas tomam novos rumos e um novo sabor...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_40UVatHuxho/Rp0ohhCSnNI/AAAAAAAAATI/nbDs9osiA-0/s1600-h/adeus.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088267710267301074" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_40UVatHuxho/Rp0ohhCSnNI/AAAAAAAAATI/nbDs9osiA-0/s200/adeus.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_40UVatHuxho/Rp0oCRCSnMI/AAAAAAAAATA/SE2bWH-34Pw/s1600-h/retorno.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088267173396389058" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_40UVatHuxho/Rp0oCRCSnMI/AAAAAAAAATA/SE2bWH-34Pw/s200/retorno.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_40UVatHuxho/Rp0nrhCSnKI/AAAAAAAAASw/OTIoQHWxYrs/s1600-h/amormusica.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088266782554365090" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_40UVatHuxho/Rp0nrhCSnKI/AAAAAAAAASw/OTIoQHWxYrs/s200/amormusica.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/662992285517687052-1135651748359994050?l=mtrendel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mtrendel.blogspot.com/feeds/1135651748359994050/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=662992285517687052&amp;postID=1135651748359994050' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/662992285517687052/posts/default/1135651748359994050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/662992285517687052/posts/default/1135651748359994050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mtrendel.blogspot.com/2007/07/blog-post.html' title='caminhos'/><author><name>Monique Trendel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16237726065262032519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_40UVatHuxho/Rp0nXBCSnII/AAAAAAAAASg/pZoY5bw_RCg/s72-c/reticencias.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-662992285517687052.post-6689621493224591661</id><published>2007-07-12T10:55:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T00:28:41.762-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='música'/><title type='text'>tenha calma</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086311296829397826" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_40UVatHuxho/RpY1LRCSm0I/AAAAAAAAAPo/1CM3GIHgles/s320/carlinha.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Muita calma nessa hora&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;estamos meu bem por um fio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Meu desejo se confunde&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;o meu mundo é só você, você&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Preciso acelerar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;vou seguir bem devagar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Preciso te prender&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;mas se você não voltar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Não vá se perder de mim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;preciso de você agora&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Não vá se perder de mim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;não fique tanto tempo fora&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Não vá se perder de mim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;preciso de você agora&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Não vá se perder de mim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;não fique tanto tempo fora, fora, fora, fora&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Muita calma nessa hora&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;tudo pode acontecer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Um instante, um segundo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;tudo pode se apagar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Preciso acelerar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;vou seguir bem devagar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Preciso te prender&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;mas se você não voltar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Não vá se perder de mim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;preciso de você agora&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Não vá se perder de mim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;não fique tanto tempo fora&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Não vá se perder de mim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;preciso de você agora&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Não vá se perder de mim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;não fique tanto tempo fora&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:78%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Carla Renner&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/662992285517687052-6689621493224591661?l=mtrendel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.myspace.com/carlarenner' title='tenha calma'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mtrendel.blogspot.com/feeds/6689621493224591661/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=662992285517687052&amp;postID=6689621493224591661' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/662992285517687052/posts/default/6689621493224591661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/662992285517687052/posts/default/6689621493224591661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mtrendel.blogspot.com/2007/07/tenha-calma.html' title='tenha calma'/><author><name>Monique Trendel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16237726065262032519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_40UVatHuxho/RpY1LRCSm0I/AAAAAAAAAPo/1CM3GIHgles/s72-c/carlinha.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-662992285517687052.post-119534553008185681</id><published>2007-07-06T10:29:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-07-06T10:32:31.653-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='versos e poesias'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A casa da saudade chama-se memória: é uma cabana pequenina a um canto do coração.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;(Henrique Maximiliano Coelho Neto - Romancista e contista brasileiro - 1864/ 1934)&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/662992285517687052-119534553008185681?l=mtrendel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mtrendel.blogspot.com/feeds/119534553008185681/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=662992285517687052&amp;postID=119534553008185681' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/662992285517687052/posts/default/119534553008185681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/662992285517687052/posts/default/119534553008185681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mtrendel.blogspot.com/2007/07/casa-da-saudade-chama-se-memria-uma.html' title=''/><author><name>Monique Trendel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16237726065262032519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-662992285517687052.post-5502528502275447836</id><published>2007-07-05T10:13:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T00:28:41.921-02:00</updated><title type='text'>mu-dar</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_40UVatHuxho/Rozuu9SOvGI/AAAAAAAAANA/E_L8ZnrM9_E/s1600-h/camoes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083700569886866530" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_40UVatHuxho/Rozuu9SOvGI/AAAAAAAAANA/E_L8ZnrM9_E/s400/camoes.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/662992285517687052-5502528502275447836?l=mtrendel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mtrendel.blogspot.com/feeds/5502528502275447836/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=662992285517687052&amp;postID=5502528502275447836' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/662992285517687052/posts/default/5502528502275447836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/662992285517687052/posts/default/5502528502275447836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mtrendel.blogspot.com/2007/07/mu-dar.html' title='mu-dar'/><author><name>Monique Trendel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16237726065262032519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_40UVatHuxho/Rozuu9SOvGI/AAAAAAAAANA/E_L8ZnrM9_E/s72-c/camoes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-662992285517687052.post-3347322531974633200</id><published>2007-06-27T09:26:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T00:28:42.017-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='eventos'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_40UVatHuxho/RoJXpdSOvFI/AAAAAAAAAM4/JXuUzAAOUfo/s1600-h/CONVITE_39_anos_Teatro_Novo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080719699374685266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 385px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="176" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_40UVatHuxho/RoJXpdSOvFI/AAAAAAAAAM4/JXuUzAAOUfo/s400/CONVITE_39_anos_Teatro_Novo.jpg" width="483" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;HOJE 27/06 - 20h30min. TEATRO NOVO DC&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Carla Renner&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/662992285517687052-3347322531974633200?l=mtrendel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mtrendel.blogspot.com/feeds/3347322531974633200/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=662992285517687052&amp;postID=3347322531974633200' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/662992285517687052/posts/default/3347322531974633200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/662992285517687052/posts/default/3347322531974633200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mtrendel.blogspot.com/2007/06/hoje-2706-20h30min.html' title=''/><author><name>Monique Trendel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16237726065262032519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_40UVatHuxho/RoJXpdSOvFI/AAAAAAAAAM4/JXuUzAAOUfo/s72-c/CONVITE_39_anos_Teatro_Novo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-662992285517687052.post-6333217188900179193</id><published>2007-06-26T13:44:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T00:28:43.259-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='meus'/><title type='text'>necessidade</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_40UVatHuxho/RoFD89Q6rdI/AAAAAAAAAMc/yXXXCsUV2ng/s1600-h/gotas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080416569167359442" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_40UVatHuxho/RoFD89Q6rdI/AAAAAAAAAMc/yXXXCsUV2ng/s200/gotas.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_40UVatHuxho/RoFDMNQ6rZI/AAAAAAAAAL8/BlaniJVpkzM/s1600-h/03_09j_fim.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080415731648736658" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_40UVatHuxho/RoFDMNQ6rZI/AAAAAAAAAL8/BlaniJVpkzM/s200/03_09j_fim.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_40UVatHuxho/RoFDhNQ6rbI/AAAAAAAAAMM/57euamW8vNg/s1600-h/fake_a_lie_by_bittertaste.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080416092425989554" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_40UVatHuxho/RoFDhNQ6rbI/AAAAAAAAAMM/57euamW8vNg/s200/fake_a_lie_by_bittertaste.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_40UVatHuxho/RoFDXNQ6raI/AAAAAAAAAME/8-tgeb1qG5c/s1600-h/crow__s_tear_by_prismes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080415920627297698" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_40UVatHuxho/RoFDXNQ6raI/AAAAAAAAAME/8-tgeb1qG5c/s200/crow__s_tear_by_prismes.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_40UVatHuxho/RoFCy9Q6rWI/AAAAAAAAALk/10_4rsjCm1k/s1600-h/beijjj.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080415297857039714" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_40UVatHuxho/RoFCy9Q6rWI/AAAAAAAAALk/10_4rsjCm1k/s200/beijjj.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_40UVatHuxho/RoFDFNQ6rYI/AAAAAAAAAL0/YqMKKwbDvG0/s1600-h/-Caminhos.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080415611389652354" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_40UVatHuxho/RoFDFNQ6rYI/AAAAAAAAAL0/YqMKKwbDvG0/s200/-Caminhos.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_40UVatHuxho/RoFEedQ6rfI/AAAAAAAAAMo/jNr3g5CCPr0/s1600-h/tempo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080417144692977138" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_40UVatHuxho/RoFEedQ6rfI/AAAAAAAAAMo/jNr3g5CCPr0/s200/tempo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_40UVatHuxho/RoFDu9Q6rcI/AAAAAAAAAMU/XySCVtf6UWM/s1600-h/angustia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080416328649190850" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_40UVatHuxho/RoFDu9Q6rcI/AAAAAAAAAMU/XySCVtf6UWM/s200/angustia.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/662992285517687052-6333217188900179193?l=mtrendel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mtrendel.blogspot.com/feeds/6333217188900179193/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=662992285517687052&amp;postID=6333217188900179193' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/662992285517687052/posts/default/6333217188900179193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/662992285517687052/posts/default/6333217188900179193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mtrendel.blogspot.com/2007/06/necessidade.html' title='necessidade'/><author><name>Monique Trendel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16237726065262032519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_40UVatHuxho/RoFD89Q6rdI/AAAAAAAAAMc/yXXXCsUV2ng/s72-c/gotas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-662992285517687052.post-7687872959647010560</id><published>2007-06-25T09:58:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T00:28:43.406-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='meus'/><title type='text'>o mundo dá voltas, porto alegre é pequena demais...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_40UVatHuxho/Rn_EWNQ6rKI/AAAAAAAAAIs/6uHAQBFc1DI/s1600-h/estrelinhas%2520azuis.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079994790493990050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_40UVatHuxho/Rn_EWNQ6rKI/AAAAAAAAAIs/6uHAQBFc1DI/s320/estrelinhas%2520azuis.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;É tão bom relembrar situações, momentos, e principalmente reencontrar pessoas e conhecer novas, a vida é surpreendente, em uma festa, um bar, uma carona ou uma simples caminhada...o tempo passa e as pessoas transformam a vida em saudade, dos velhos tempos, das velhas amizades...o significado disso tudo acho que é poder ter vivido e continuar vivendo, o fato não é recomeçar e sim continuar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&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&gt;&lt;br /&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/662992285517687052-7687872959647010560?l=mtrendel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mtrendel.blogspot.com/feeds/7687872959647010560/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=662992285517687052&amp;postID=7687872959647010560' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/662992285517687052/posts/default/7687872959647010560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/662992285517687052/posts/default/7687872959647010560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mtrendel.blogspot.com/2007/06/o-mundo-d-voltas-porto-alegre-pequena.html' title='o mundo dá voltas, porto alegre é pequena demais...'/><author><name>Monique Trendel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16237726065262032519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_40UVatHuxho/Rn_EWNQ6rKI/AAAAAAAAAIs/6uHAQBFc1DI/s72-c/estrelinhas%2520azuis.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-662992285517687052.post-4603095713475356466</id><published>2007-06-21T14:02:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T00:28:43.560-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='música'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='eventos'/><title type='text'>secos e molhados</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Show&lt;/em&gt; , hoje, &lt;em&gt;21/06...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_40UVatHuxho/RnqwXNQ6rJI/AAAAAAAAAIk/ZbspkztxeG4/s1600-h/06.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078565442557750418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_40UVatHuxho/RnqwXNQ6rJI/AAAAAAAAAIk/ZbspkztxeG4/s200/06.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;BATEMACUMBA (Rua João Alfredo, 701)&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/662992285517687052-4603095713475356466?l=mtrendel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mtrendel.blogspot.com/feeds/4603095713475356466/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=662992285517687052&amp;postID=4603095713475356466' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/662992285517687052/posts/default/4603095713475356466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/662992285517687052/posts/default/4603095713475356466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mtrendel.blogspot.com/2007/06/secos-e-molhados.html' title='secos e molhados'/><author><name>Monique Trendel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16237726065262032519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_40UVatHuxho/RnqwXNQ6rJI/AAAAAAAAAIk/ZbspkztxeG4/s72-c/06.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-662992285517687052.post-8490759098221463546</id><published>2007-06-21T11:39:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T00:28:43.641-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='charges'/><title type='text'>boca assassina</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_40UVatHuxho/RnqN19Q6rII/AAAAAAAAAIc/zv-PxAwdDIU/s1600-h/char-1833.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078527487931755650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_40UVatHuxho/RnqN19Q6rII/AAAAAAAAAIc/zv-PxAwdDIU/s400/char-1833.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Eu torci...sou brasileira, sou gaúcha...mas nada adiantou! Agora não tem mais como evitar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/662992285517687052-8490759098221463546?l=mtrendel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mtrendel.blogspot.com/feeds/8490759098221463546/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=662992285517687052&amp;postID=8490759098221463546' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/662992285517687052/posts/default/8490759098221463546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/662992285517687052/posts/default/8490759098221463546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mtrendel.blogspot.com/2007/06/boca-assassina.html' title='boca assassina'/><author><name>Monique Trendel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16237726065262032519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_40UVatHuxho/RnqN19Q6rII/AAAAAAAAAIc/zv-PxAwdDIU/s72-c/char-1833.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-662992285517687052.post-245698974651392404</id><published>2007-06-21T11:25:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-06-25T12:41:02.858-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reportagens'/><title type='text'>saber perder es más importante que saber jugar</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;SABER PERDER ES MÁS IMPORTANTE QUE SABER JUGAR &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Saber perder con elegancia, felicitar y agradecer al vencedor el tiempo que nos ha dedicado. Esta es una regla de oro, pues en la mesa en el juego se conoce al caballero. No es que por saber perder no se sea competitivo, sino que una derrota no puede hacernos perder nuestro saber estar. La dignidad de la derrota, no la tiene la victoria. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Nada más insufrible que ver a un mal perdedor fuera de si. Una persona que no sabe contenerse es, como mínimo peligrosa, pero lo que es peor, insoportable. Entendemos por mal perdedor no solamente el que dice lo que no debe, sino el que actúa o gesticula poniendo de relieve que no sabe asumir su derrota. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Si no se sabe jugar, sencillamente no se juega, pero nunca se pierde la calma y mucho menos por un juego. No es que uno sea frió como hielo o que no le apasione el juego, es que el gusto por el juego debe superar al gusto por la victoria. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Si nos ganan jugando mejor, pues es de lo que se trata, de contrastar habilidades. Si nos ganan por suerte o por injusticias del árbitro, pues se acepta igualmente, porque cuando se empieza a jugar se aceptan las reglas. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;En esta sociedad tan competitiva, no es raro que todos intenten destacar. Está configurado en nuestras mentes que hay que ser los mejores, y vivimos constantemente comparándonos con otros en diversos ámbitos y áreas de nuestro quehacer. Pero no se puede olvidar la importancia de saber perder y aceptar, que en ocasiones, no siempre todo saldrá bien. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Por otra parte, saber ganar también tiene sus reglas. Igualmente insufrible que un mal perdedor es un vencedor presuntuoso. Lo primero que ha de hacer un vencedor es dirigirse a su adversario deportivo y valorar su juego. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Y después de las formas, si de verdad te gusta tu deporte, pues a mejorar, que no hay nada como una buena derrota para aprender de los errores y mejorar. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;texto extraído de masmasculino.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/662992285517687052-245698974651392404?l=mtrendel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.masmasculino.com/salud-cosmetica-masculina/SABER-PERDER.html' title='saber perder es más importante que saber jugar'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mtrendel.blogspot.com/feeds/245698974651392404/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=662992285517687052&amp;postID=245698974651392404' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/662992285517687052/posts/default/245698974651392404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/662992285517687052/posts/default/245698974651392404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mtrendel.blogspot.com/2007/06/saber-perder-es-ms-importante-que-saber.html' title='saber perder es más importante que saber jugar'/><author><name>Monique Trendel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16237726065262032519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-662992285517687052.post-80575455187174705</id><published>2007-06-13T13:29:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T00:28:44.256-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='meus'/><title type='text'>algumas coisas não precisam ser ditas...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_40UVatHuxho/RnAcYdQ6rFI/AAAAAAAAAIE/VCv5_DaW9XA/s1600-h/amizade4.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_40UVatHuxho/RnAcK9Q6rEI/AAAAAAAAAH8/7lI9YxJxENQ/s1600-h/olhosnosolhos.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075587754616335426" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_40UVatHuxho/RnAcK9Q6rEI/AAAAAAAAAH8/7lI9YxJxENQ/s200/olhosnosolhos.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_40UVatHuxho/RnActdQ6rGI/AAAAAAAAAIM/SQf7HMrPI8Q/s1600-h/musica.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075588347321822306" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_40UVatHuxho/RnActdQ6rGI/AAAAAAAAAIM/SQf7HMrPI8Q/s200/musica.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_40UVatHuxho/RnAcYdQ6rFI/AAAAAAAAAIE/VCv5_DaW9XA/s1600-h/amizade4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075587986544569426" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_40UVatHuxho/RnAcYdQ6rFI/AAAAAAAAAIE/VCv5_DaW9XA/s200/amizade4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075588519120514162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_40UVatHuxho/RnAc3dQ6rHI/AAAAAAAAAIU/cw4-ysxR49E/s200/amizade3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Bastam ser vividas...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_40UVatHuxho/RnAcYdQ6rFI/AAAAAAAAAIE/VCv5_DaW9XA/s1600-h/amizade4.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/662992285517687052-80575455187174705?l=mtrendel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mtrendel.blogspot.com/feeds/80575455187174705/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=662992285517687052&amp;postID=80575455187174705' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/662992285517687052/posts/default/80575455187174705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/662992285517687052/posts/default/80575455187174705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mtrendel.blogspot.com/2007/06/algumas-coisas-no-precisam-ser-ditas.html' title='algumas coisas não precisam ser ditas...'/><author><name>Monique Trendel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16237726065262032519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_40UVatHuxho/RnAcK9Q6rEI/AAAAAAAAAH8/7lI9YxJxENQ/s72-c/olhosnosolhos.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-662992285517687052.post-2893083070953039509</id><published>2007-06-12T17:10:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T00:28:45.329-02:00</updated><title type='text'>amar</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_40UVatHuxho/Rm8CxdQ6rDI/AAAAAAAAAH0/D8xoyB2KIzk/s1600-h/I%2520Love%2520You.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075278353762266162" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_40UVatHuxho/Rm8CxdQ6rDI/AAAAAAAAAH0/D8xoyB2KIzk/s200/I%2520Love%2520You.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_40UVatHuxho/Rm8CW9Q6rCI/AAAAAAAAAHs/dlYI9K6vSu0/s1600-h/Corpos8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075277898495732770" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_40UVatHuxho/Rm8CW9Q6rCI/AAAAAAAAAHs/dlYI9K6vSu0/s200/Corpos8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_40UVatHuxho/Rm8ASdQ6rBI/AAAAAAAAAHk/Mo9qFqtCSwg/s1600-h/coraca.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075275622163065874" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_40UVatHuxho/Rm8ASdQ6rBI/AAAAAAAAAHk/Mo9qFqtCSwg/s200/coraca.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_40UVatHuxho/Rm7_BNQ6rAI/AAAAAAAAAHc/jHGyyQVe674/s1600-h/teamopraia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075274226298694658" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_40UVatHuxho/Rm7_BNQ6rAI/AAAAAAAAAHc/jHGyyQVe674/s200/teamopraia.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_40UVatHuxho/Rm7-ydQ6q_I/AAAAAAAAAHU/AWLI7lCRgn0/s1600-h/jetaime.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075273972895624178" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_40UVatHuxho/Rm7-ydQ6q_I/AAAAAAAAAHU/AWLI7lCRgn0/s200/jetaime.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_40UVatHuxho/Rm79_9Q6q8I/AAAAAAAAAG8/99lwhnBtNHc/s1600-h/amobarriga.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075273105312230338" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_40UVatHuxho/Rm79_9Q6q8I/AAAAAAAAAG8/99lwhnBtNHc/s200/amobarriga.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_40UVatHuxho/Rm7-Q9Q6q9I/AAAAAAAAAHE/m2eqtYSG1Tg/s1600-h/ichliebedich.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075273397370006482" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_40UVatHuxho/Rm7-Q9Q6q9I/AAAAAAAAAHE/m2eqtYSG1Tg/s200/ichliebedich.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/662992285517687052-2893083070953039509?l=mtrendel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mtrendel.blogspot.com/feeds/2893083070953039509/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=662992285517687052&amp;postID=2893083070953039509' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/662992285517687052/posts/default/2893083070953039509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/662992285517687052/posts/default/2893083070953039509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mtrendel.blogspot.com/2007/06/amar_12.html' title='amar'/><author><name>Monique Trendel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16237726065262032519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_40UVatHuxho/Rm8CxdQ6rDI/AAAAAAAAAH0/D8xoyB2KIzk/s72-c/I%2520Love%2520You.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-662992285517687052.post-7940554062157540883</id><published>2007-06-12T15:08:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T00:28:45.477-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='música'/><title type='text'>nosso lugar</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_40UVatHuxho/Rm7mKdQ6q7I/AAAAAAAAAG0/Ox5elfoYh3Q/s1600-h/folhas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075246897421790130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_40UVatHuxho/Rm7mKdQ6q7I/AAAAAAAAAG0/Ox5elfoYh3Q/s200/folhas.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Nosso Lugar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cof Damu&lt;br /&gt;Composição: Veu Pater&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;há um lugar que cuidei pra você&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;onde as flores dizem oi&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;e os espinhos não machucam mais&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;pois tudo é feito com amor&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;consegue sentir? isso é seu também!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;então abra os braços pra o que é bom&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;não precisa explicar porque está aqui&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;é tempo de colher o que semeou e desfrutar&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;nada vai ferir você aqui&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;ontem se foi, não vai voltar mais&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;não precisa explicar porque está aqui&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;é tempo de colher o que semeou e desfrutar&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;desfrutar...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;a vida se refaz&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;é assim que nascem e morrem os corações&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;sempre haverá esse lugar pra te acolher e te salvar&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;te salvar... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&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/662992285517687052-7940554062157540883?l=mtrendel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mtrendel.blogspot.com/feeds/7940554062157540883/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=662992285517687052&amp;postID=7940554062157540883' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/662992285517687052/posts/default/7940554062157540883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/662992285517687052/posts/default/7940554062157540883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mtrendel.blogspot.com/2007/06/nosso-lugar.html' title='nosso lugar'/><author><name>Monique Trendel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16237726065262032519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_40UVatHuxho/Rm7mKdQ6q7I/AAAAAAAAAG0/Ox5elfoYh3Q/s72-c/folhas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-662992285517687052.post-7932435525129500068</id><published>2007-06-12T14:20:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T00:28:45.696-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='meus'/><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_40UVatHuxho/Rm7WL9Q6q6I/AAAAAAAAAGs/_8K8FRC74wg/s1600-h/coracaogelo.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075229331005549474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_40UVatHuxho/Rm7WL9Q6q6I/AAAAAAAAAGs/_8K8FRC74wg/s400/coracaogelo.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Feliz Dia dos Namorados!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/662992285517687052-7932435525129500068?l=mtrendel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mtrendel.blogspot.com/feeds/7932435525129500068/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=662992285517687052&amp;postID=7932435525129500068' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/662992285517687052/posts/default/7932435525129500068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/662992285517687052/posts/default/7932435525129500068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mtrendel.blogspot.com/2007/06/amar.html' title='...'/><author><name>Monique Trendel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16237726065262032519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_40UVatHuxho/Rm7WL9Q6q6I/AAAAAAAAAGs/_8K8FRC74wg/s72-c/coracaogelo.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-662992285517687052.post-7284238319236021724</id><published>2007-06-01T11:01:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-06-01T11:17:12.726-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='versos e poesias'/><title type='text'>teu olhar</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;caminhando na profundidade&lt;br /&gt;daquilo que não compreendo&lt;br /&gt;me encontrei no mistério do teu olhar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;teu olhar é como um abismo de emoções,&lt;br /&gt;que por um instante compreendo por sentir igual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;assim vivo com tua presença,&lt;br /&gt;quando te vejo tudo aquilo que penso desaba,&lt;br /&gt;como num piscar de olhos, que parecem minutos...&lt;br /&gt;instantes de pensamentos me levam ao infinito de meus desejos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;que faço? não sei!&lt;br /&gt;mas tenho certeza, que fora da razão, das dúvidas que sinto..&lt;br /&gt;assim como o sol e a lua são presentes,&lt;br /&gt;se igualam ao meu sentimento.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;S.M.D.F - 31/05/07&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/662992285517687052-7284238319236021724?l=mtrendel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mtrendel.blogspot.com/feeds/7284238319236021724/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=662992285517687052&amp;postID=7284238319236021724' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/662992285517687052/posts/default/7284238319236021724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/662992285517687052/posts/default/7284238319236021724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mtrendel.blogspot.com/2007/06/teu-olhar.html' title='teu olhar'/><author><name>Monique Trendel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16237726065262032519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-662992285517687052.post-4004191744207850198</id><published>2007-05-31T11:49:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T00:28:45.810-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='música'/><title type='text'>grãos</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_40UVatHuxho/Rl8RVUJBfxI/AAAAAAAAAGg/jCfmOhdPIfo/s1600-h/cheiro.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070790763323948818" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_40UVatHuxho/Rl8RVUJBfxI/AAAAAAAAAGg/jCfmOhdPIfo/s200/cheiro.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Seus gestos têm uma ternura&lt;br /&gt;Que eu nunca senti&lt;br /&gt;Seu cheiro é inconfundível&lt;br /&gt;Pois já parece com o meu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saiba que eu percebo&lt;br /&gt;O seu sorriso escondido&lt;br /&gt;E quando finge não notar&lt;br /&gt;Que eu olho só pra você&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A vida é bem melhor&lt;br /&gt;Quando já se sabe o fim&lt;br /&gt;Construo sonhos e planos&lt;br /&gt;Pra sermos só mais dois, só mais dois grãos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Você tropeça em mostrar&lt;br /&gt;O seu carinho gentil&lt;br /&gt;Se faz desprotegido&lt;br /&gt;Só pra ter minha atenção&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quero acordar sentindo em mim&lt;br /&gt;O seu calor&lt;br /&gt;E agradecer por ter ao meu lado&lt;br /&gt;Você&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A vida é bem melhor&lt;br /&gt;Quando já se sabe o fim&lt;br /&gt;Construo sonhos e planos&lt;br /&gt;Pra sermos só mais dois, só mais dois grãos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Verônica Paternostro - Cof Damu)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://tramavirtual.uol.com.br/artista.jsp?id=47032"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;http://tramavirtual.uol.com.br/artista.jsp?id=47032&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/662992285517687052-4004191744207850198?l=mtrendel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://tramavirtual.uol.com.br/mp3PlayerW.jsp?id_musica=193186' title='grãos'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mtrendel.blogspot.com/feeds/4004191744207850198/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=662992285517687052&amp;postID=4004191744207850198' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/662992285517687052/posts/default/4004191744207850198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/662992285517687052/posts/default/4004191744207850198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mtrendel.blogspot.com/2007/05/gros.html' title='grãos'/><author><name>Monique Trendel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16237726065262032519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_40UVatHuxho/Rl8RVUJBfxI/AAAAAAAAAGg/jCfmOhdPIfo/s72-c/cheiro.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-662992285517687052.post-2728387919641734438</id><published>2007-05-28T16:47:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T00:28:45.990-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='versos e poesias'/><title type='text'>imensidão</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_40UVatHuxho/Rls1uEJBfwI/AAAAAAAAAGY/oJkbLl4ZwA8/s1600-h/brisa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069704871037468418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_40UVatHuxho/Rls1uEJBfwI/AAAAAAAAAGY/oJkbLl4ZwA8/s200/brisa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Parado na imensidão natural do teu corpo, tudo em minha volta parece pequeno, junto desse desejo imenso que me toma inconscientemente,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;e no fundo da minha mente..imagino você comigo.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Teus gestos são únicos e plenos, mexendo com a minha imaginação.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Parado na imensidão natural do teu corpo, sou como o deserto solitário, pois não tenho você.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;ao mesmo tempo, percebo o bater do teu coração correspondendo esse desejo mútuo e inexplicável...como se nossos corpos fossem feitos da mesma essência, tenho consciência do perigo.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Parado na imensidão natural do teu corpo, sintouma leve brisa suave e úmida, por um instante fecho os olhos e tenho você em mim, plena e doce. Essa brisa anuncia uma grande tempestade de sentidos, sentimentos e atitudes..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tenho medo desta brisa...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ao mesmo tempo sinto-me vivo e feliz, perto da imensidão natural do teu corpo.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;S.M.D.F.- 23/05/07 - &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/662992285517687052-2728387919641734438?l=mtrendel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mtrendel.blogspot.com/feeds/2728387919641734438/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=662992285517687052&amp;postID=2728387919641734438' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/662992285517687052/posts/default/2728387919641734438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/662992285517687052/posts/default/2728387919641734438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mtrendel.blogspot.com/2007/05/imensido.html' title='imensidão'/><author><name>Monique Trendel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16237726065262032519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_40UVatHuxho/Rls1uEJBfwI/AAAAAAAAAGY/oJkbLl4ZwA8/s72-c/brisa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-662992285517687052.post-3192645298428900995</id><published>2007-05-24T11:33:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T00:28:46.222-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='meus'/><title type='text'>desejo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_40UVatHuxho/RlWnSUJBfuI/AAAAAAAAAGI/8QimLI76PvQ/s1600-h/sono.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068140888761401058" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_40UVatHuxho/RlWnSUJBfuI/AAAAAAAAAGI/8QimLI76PvQ/s200/sono.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;acordo assustada, uma luz em meus olhos...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;coração dispara...não é você...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;mas sinto o cheiro e o gosto do doce pecado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;sinto te ter nos braços,ter teu calor febril,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;tua respiração, tua transpiração...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;é tarde, é cedo, medo, o desejo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;é a despedida de tudo, um recomeço.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;moni - 24/05/07&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/662992285517687052-3192645298428900995?l=mtrendel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mtrendel.blogspot.com/feeds/3192645298428900995/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=662992285517687052&amp;postID=3192645298428900995' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/662992285517687052/posts/default/3192645298428900995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/662992285517687052/posts/default/3192645298428900995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mtrendel.blogspot.com/2007/05/desejo.html' title='desejo'/><author><name>Monique Trendel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16237726065262032519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_40UVatHuxho/RlWnSUJBfuI/AAAAAAAAAGI/8QimLI76PvQ/s72-c/sono.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-662992285517687052.post-5165032339829014603</id><published>2007-05-02T11:09:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T00:28:46.325-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='música'/><title type='text'>el mariacchi - fruet e os cozinheiros</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_40UVatHuxho/RjilbBnwrWI/AAAAAAAAAF0/T_-Sr8ovDbY/s1600-h/cubo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059976065061006690" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_40UVatHuxho/RjilbBnwrWI/AAAAAAAAAF0/T_-Sr8ovDbY/s200/cubo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Pensando alto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Brincando de brincar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Faltando corpos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Algo pra consolar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Agora&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Já é tempo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;De olhar o passado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;E tentar falar direito&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Mas existe alguém&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Que quer ser feliz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Mas há quem creia, há quem &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;esteja sempre assim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Ninguém por perto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;O mar é deserto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Solidão só&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Ao fim certo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Tentando acordar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;De um sonho sem sentido&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Difícil de estar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Ser apenas um amigo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Mas existe alguém&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Que não quer ficar mais&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Mas há quem creia, há quem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;esteja sempre a fim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;(Marcelo Fruet)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/662992285517687052-5165032339829014603?l=mtrendel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://dromma.org/artist/media/6/EL%20MARIACCHI%20RADIO.mp3' title='el mariacchi - fruet e os cozinheiros'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mtrendel.blogspot.com/feeds/5165032339829014603/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=662992285517687052&amp;postID=5165032339829014603' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/662992285517687052/posts/default/5165032339829014603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/662992285517687052/posts/default/5165032339829014603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mtrendel.blogspot.com/2007/05/el-mariacchi.html' title='el mariacchi - fruet e os cozinheiros'/><author><name>Monique Trendel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16237726065262032519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_40UVatHuxho/RjilbBnwrWI/AAAAAAAAAF0/T_-Sr8ovDbY/s72-c/cubo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-662992285517687052.post-2178612085943552952</id><published>2007-04-19T13:54:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T00:28:46.478-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='meus'/><title type='text'>se</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_40UVatHuxho/RiefZJhxsbI/AAAAAAAAADA/_p9YxBHWpWQ/s1600-h/jolie!!.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055184361149804978" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_40UVatHuxho/RiefZJhxsbI/AAAAAAAAADA/_p9YxBHWpWQ/s200/jolie!!.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Se era, é,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Se não era...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;...foi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/662992285517687052-2178612085943552952?l=mtrendel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mtrendel.blogspot.com/feeds/2178612085943552952/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=662992285517687052&amp;postID=2178612085943552952' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/662992285517687052/posts/default/2178612085943552952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/662992285517687052/posts/default/2178612085943552952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mtrendel.blogspot.com/2007/04/se.html' title='se'/><author><name>Monique Trendel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16237726065262032519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_40UVatHuxho/RiefZJhxsbI/AAAAAAAAADA/_p9YxBHWpWQ/s72-c/jolie!!.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-662992285517687052.post-3441009797519544438</id><published>2007-04-18T17:40:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-04-18T17:45:06.030-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reportagens'/><title type='text'>amizade entre homem e mulher.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Amizade entre homem e mulher.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Quando o lugar das mulheres era em casa, e o dos homens, no trabalho, a única maneira de se relacionarem era através de um romance. Atualmente, eles trabalham juntos, praticam esportes com o mesmo sucesso, vão a almoços, baladas, enfim, acontece toda uma socialização entre os sexos, que pode envolver tudo, mas não necessariamente um relacionamento amoroso. Esta mudança está encorajando os estudiosos do comportamento social a trazerem à tona uma nova mensagem: apesar de não ser fácil ou mesmo comum, homens e mulheres, garotos e garotas podem se tornar amigos íntimos. Mais ainda, há boas razões para isso. A sociedade sempre incentivou o romance como sendo o protótipo ideal do relacionamento masculino-feminino para que o ciclo da vida fosse assegurado através dos bebês, que levam as gerações adiante. Amizade entre menino e menina desde cedo não é levada a sério nem incentivada pelos pais e professores em geral. Até a mídia trabalha contra essa idéia, quando em filmes ou seriados os bons amigos finalmente percebem que são apaixonados. Quem não se lembra de “Harry and Sally” com Billy Cristal e Meg Ryan? E, mais recentemente, no seriado “Friends”, veiculado pela Sony e pela Warner, em que Ross e Rachel namoraram (e agora vão ter um bebê como amigos!) e Chandler e Mônica acabam se casando. Isso traz muita confusão, mas está se tornando cada vez mais comum encontrarmos amizade muito próxima entre os dois sexos acontecendo de forma espontânea, com grandes ganhos para ambos os lados. No entanto alguns desafios precisam ser vencidos. Em primeiro lugar, é fundamental que seja definido o tipo de relacionamento que vai existir. A primeira aproximação, em geral, contém uma certa dose de atração sexual, uma forma de encantamento que faz com que um homem e uma mulher fiquem juntos, conversem, dancem, estabeleçam uma conexão. Conseguir fazer a distinção entre o sentimento romântico, sexual, e o da amizade, sabemos que é extremamente difícil. Ouvimos pessoas dizerem que gostam de fulano, adoram estar juntos, têm muito em comum, mas não o suficiente para namorar ou casar. Não há como entender e definir esse sentimento. É a verdadeira amizade? E aí surge o segundo ponto a ser observado, que é a superação dessa tensão sexual inicial, para que o relacionamento possa situar-se no plano da amizade. Deve ser uma escolha consciente, resultado de uma atitude discutida e aceita pelos dois. Ouço muitos jovens comentando sobre esta situação, afirmando que sentem certa atração pela amiga ou amigo, principalmente se é alguém muito bonito, mas não estão dispostos a correr o risco de perder a amizade que curtem tanto. Outro ponto que considero importante para que um homem e uma mulher possam se tornar amigos de verdade é o estabelecimento da igualdade entre ambos. Na nossa cultura, onde o homem sempre teve mais prestígio, poder e domínio, a mulher corre o risco de, sem perceber, adotar uma atitude de submissão frente ao amigo, o que dificulta o respeito mútuo. No entanto a nossa sociedade vem tratando os sexos cada vez mais com igualdade, facilitando o reconhecimento do papel feminino. Também vem do meio social a próxima questão para o nosso desafio: lidar com o questionamento dos outros! Muitas pessoas não acreditam na possibilidade de essa amizade ser real e fazem sempre aquela pergunta: Vocês são só amigos, mesmo? Certamente isso pode prejudicar a segurança da amizade, se a dúvida ficar plantada no ar! Os obstáculos são muitos, mas a amizade entre os dois sexos está se tornando não só uma possibilidade como também uma necessidade. Se homens e mulheres trabalham, brincam e coexistem em quase todos os campos e ambientes do mundo atual, precisam aprender a se comunicar e a compreender um ao outro. As consequências positivas são muitas. Por exemplo, com amizades do sexo oposto, é possível dobrar as possibilidades de contatos, o que resulta em duas vezes mais portas abertas. Homens podem se beneficiar muito do relacionamento com as mulheres, talvez mais do que o contrário, pois têm a possibilidade de se enriquecer emocionalmente. Mulheres tendem a discutir bastante seus sentimentos e fantasias, enquanto os homens, em média, são mais racionais e costumam conversar sobre assuntos práticos e voltados para o grupo. Conversam sobre esporte, viagens, trabalho, mercado financeiro, raramente entrando em assuntos íntimos ou falando dos seus sentimentos. A amizade com uma mulher pode levá-los a falar mais de si mesmos, a perceber melhor o que sentem, proporcionando-lhes uma experiência enriquecedora e íntima. O benefício para o sexo feminino também é precioso. Com o amigo não há como passar a noite tentando confortar a amiga que sofreu uma desilusão amorosa ou discutindo a melhor tática para conquistar um namorado. A carga emocional entre mulheres é muito grande, e às vezes é muito agradável uma relação mais leve. Com o amigo as conversas não se tornam tão sensíveis, já que os homens não são tão envolvidos por esse tipo de assunto. Tendem a buscar soluções mais simples, enquanto nós, mulheres, curtimos um bom drama. Aproveitar a visão masculina vai proporcionar amplitude e objetividade à percepção. Outro efeito positivo para os dois sexos é ligado à sexualidade. Afinal nem tudo precisa ser relacionado a sexo! É muito agradável e relaxante sair sem muita preocupação com uma aparência sensual e irresistível. O programa entre amigos é informal, sem joguinhos de segundas intenções! Na sociedade contemporânea, homens e mulheres se tornaram mais andróginos e os papéis sociais estão se misturando mais facilmente. Cada sexo aceita características que antes seriam rotuladas como exclusivas do outro com muita naturalidade, trazendo uma nova gama de comportamentos que vão sendo incorporados devido à convivência entre esses amigos mais chegados. Qualquer que seja o desafio dessa amizade, os dois gêneros devem negociar de forma aberta e honesta quais são os limites e o significado do relacionamento, se a atração sexual é um fator real, como vão lidar com isso e até onde pretendem chegar. Seguros e confiantes a respeito dos sentimentos de cada um, a amizade vai florescer de modo agradável e construtivo. Afinal ter amigos é um dos fatores que mais nos traz alegria de viver. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Maria Clara S. Heise Psicóloga Psicoterapeuta    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="javascript:abrejanela(" idnot="9&amp;idCat=3')&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/662992285517687052-3441009797519544438?l=mtrendel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mtrendel.blogspot.com/feeds/3441009797519544438/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=662992285517687052&amp;postID=3441009797519544438' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/662992285517687052/posts/default/3441009797519544438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/662992285517687052/posts/default/3441009797519544438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mtrendel.blogspot.com/2007/04/amizade-entre-homem-e-mulher.html' title='amizade entre homem e mulher.'/><author><name>Monique Trendel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16237726065262032519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-662992285517687052.post-709656805394103041</id><published>2007-04-13T10:17:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-04-13T10:21:29.503-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='música'/><title type='text'>te ver...e não te querer</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Te Ver&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;Skank&lt;br /&gt;Composição: Samuel Rosa / Lelo Zanetti / Chico Amaral&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;Te ver e não te querer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;É improvável, é impossível&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;Te ter e ter que esquecer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;É insuportável, é dor incrível&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;É como mergulhar num rio e não se molhar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;É como não morrer de frio no gelo polar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;É ter o estômago vazio e não almoçar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;É ver o céu se abrir no estio e não se animar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;Te ver e não te querer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;É improvável, é impossível&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;Te ter e ter que esquecer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;É insuportável, é dor incrível&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;É como esperar o prato e não salivar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;Sentir apertar o sapato e não descalçar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;É ver alguém feliz de fato sem alguém pra amar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;É como procurar no mato estrela do mar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;Te ver e não te querer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;É improvável, é impossível&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;Te ter e ter que esquecer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;É insuportável, é dor incrível&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;É como não sentir calor em Cuiabá&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;Ou como no Arpoador não ver o mar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;É como não morrer de raiva com a política&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;Ignorar que a tarde vai vadia e mitica&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;É como ver televisão e não dormir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;Ver um bichano pelo chão e não sorrir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;É como não provar o nectar de um lindo amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;Depois que o coração detecta a mais fina flor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;Te ver e não te querer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;É improvável, é impossível&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;Te ter e ter que esquecer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;É insuportável, é dor incrível&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/662992285517687052-709656805394103041?l=mtrendel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mtrendel.blogspot.com/feeds/709656805394103041/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=662992285517687052&amp;postID=709656805394103041' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/662992285517687052/posts/default/709656805394103041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/662992285517687052/posts/default/709656805394103041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mtrendel.blogspot.com/2007/04/te-vere-no-te-querer.html' title='te ver...e não te querer'/><author><name>Monique Trendel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16237726065262032519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-662992285517687052.post-2593519448951730607</id><published>2007-04-12T16:09:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T00:28:46.914-02:00</updated><title type='text'>parabéns, Gus!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Talvez não tenha palavras suficientes para desejar a ti, Gustavo, meu irmão, felicidades na data de hoje, sejas feliz e conquistes todas as tuas lutas. espero que deste grande homem, nasça um grande biólogo para quem sabe, fazer a diferença neste futuro tão próximo! Muitas alegrias e comemorações neste dia. Te love mucho, rapá!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052621912519051938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_40UVatHuxho/Rh6E3AgNiqI/AAAAAAAAAC4/_W5ji1unwDU/s320/parabens_2.bmp" border="0" /&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&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/662992285517687052-2593519448951730607?l=mtrendel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_nK_3fJqu54&amp;mode=related&amp;search=' title='parabéns, Gus!'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mtrendel.blogspot.com/feeds/2593519448951730607/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=662992285517687052&amp;postID=2593519448951730607' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/662992285517687052/posts/default/2593519448951730607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/662992285517687052/posts/default/2593519448951730607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mtrendel.blogspot.com/2007/04/parabns-gus.html' title='parabéns, Gus!'/><author><name>Monique Trendel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16237726065262032519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_40UVatHuxho/Rh6E3AgNiqI/AAAAAAAAAC4/_W5ji1unwDU/s72-c/parabens_2.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-662992285517687052.post-5073385405853705920</id><published>2007-04-09T14:47:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T00:28:47.022-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='eventos'/><title type='text'>show zumbira</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Um dia especial...merece momentos especiais!&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_40UVatHuxho/Rhp8k2fWzUI/AAAAAAAAACw/7MOCJTSrzp8/s1600-h/ingressoZP).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051486904593599810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_40UVatHuxho/Rhp8k2fWzUI/AAAAAAAAACw/7MOCJTSrzp8/s400/ingressoZP).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Muitas alegrias neste dia...&lt;br /&gt;Parabéns a banda, pela força, perseverança e atitude!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/662992285517687052-5073385405853705920?l=mtrendel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://tramavirtual.uol.com.br/mp3PlayerW.jsp?id_musica=65476' title='show zumbira'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mtrendel.blogspot.com/feeds/5073385405853705920/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=662992285517687052&amp;postID=5073385405853705920' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/662992285517687052/posts/default/5073385405853705920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/662992285517687052/posts/default/5073385405853705920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mtrendel.blogspot.com/2007/04/show-zumbira.html' title='show zumbira'/><author><name>Monique Trendel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16237726065262032519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_40UVatHuxho/Rhp8k2fWzUI/AAAAAAAAACw/7MOCJTSrzp8/s72-c/ingressoZP).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-662992285517687052.post-1313548147293160242</id><published>2007-04-05T10:57:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-04-05T11:19:11.254-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='música'/><title type='text'>os segundos</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Cada acorde em seu lugar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Lembra um sorriso.. mas não quero lembrar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Que a noite vem caindo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Trazendo o teu olhar..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Cada palavra que falei,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Lembra uma história... que eu nem mesmo sei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Mas como o vento,... vem tão depressa aaa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;A verdade é bem mais forte uooouooooo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Vou deixar.. que o destino mostre a direção&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Foi pouco mais valeu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Vivi cada segundo uuu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Quero o tempo que passou uouououo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Cada palavra que falei,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Lembra uma história... que eu nem mesmo sei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Mas como o vento,... vem tão depressa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;A verdade é bem mais forte uooouooo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Vou deixar.. que o destino mostre a direção&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Artista : Cidadão Quem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Autor(es) Juliano Courtois - Dimi Gutierrez - Vinni Gutierrez - Cidadão Quem&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/662992285517687052-1313548147293160242?l=mtrendel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://tramavirtual.uol.com.br/mp3PlayerW.jsp?id_musica=70583' title='os segundos'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mtrendel.blogspot.com/feeds/1313548147293160242/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=662992285517687052&amp;postID=1313548147293160242' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/662992285517687052/posts/default/1313548147293160242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/662992285517687052/posts/default/1313548147293160242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mtrendel.blogspot.com/2007/04/os-segundos.html' title='os segundos'/><author><name>Monique Trendel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16237726065262032519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-662992285517687052.post-3932311030802819593</id><published>2007-04-05T10:06:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T00:28:47.116-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diversão'/><title type='text'>feliz páscoa</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_40UVatHuxho/RhT0mmfWzTI/AAAAAAAAACo/NJIBtDFy0JE/s1600-h/amigpasc.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049930026193440050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_40UVatHuxho/RhT0mmfWzTI/AAAAAAAAACo/NJIBtDFy0JE/s400/amigpasc.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&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/662992285517687052-3932311030802819593?l=mtrendel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mtrendel.blogspot.com/feeds/3932311030802819593/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=662992285517687052&amp;postID=3932311030802819593' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/662992285517687052/posts/default/3932311030802819593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/662992285517687052/posts/default/3932311030802819593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mtrendel.blogspot.com/2007/04/feliz-pscoa.html' title='feliz páscoa'/><author><name>Monique Trendel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16237726065262032519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_40UVatHuxho/RhT0mmfWzTI/AAAAAAAAACo/NJIBtDFy0JE/s72-c/amigpasc.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-662992285517687052.post-708297289849064282</id><published>2007-04-05T09:40:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T00:28:47.256-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='meus'/><title type='text'>amigo Dan</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_40UVatHuxho/RhTwv2fWzSI/AAAAAAAAACg/UbNlSGTbjFw/s1600-h/peqprincipe.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049925787060718882" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_40UVatHuxho/RhTwv2fWzSI/AAAAAAAAACg/UbNlSGTbjFw/s400/peqprincipe.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_40UVatHuxho/RhTwv2fWzSI/AAAAAAAAACg/UbNlSGTbjFw/s1600-h/peqprincipe.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_40UVatHuxho/RhTwv2fWzSI/AAAAAAAAACg/UbNlSGTbjFw/s1600-h/peqprincipe.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E digo mais, poder estar contigo é maravilhoso, meu amigo, meu companheiro.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Te adoro, muiiito!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Somos diferentes e daí?!?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Beijooo e que possamos repetir muitas e muitas doses da nossa companhia, vale as gargalhadas, os papos e até um desconto pro timão colorado!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_40UVatHuxho/RhTwv2fWzSI/AAAAAAAAACg/UbNlSGTbjFw/s1600-h/peqprincipe.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&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/662992285517687052-708297289849064282?l=mtrendel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mtrendel.blogspot.com/feeds/708297289849064282/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=662992285517687052&amp;postID=708297289849064282' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/662992285517687052/posts/default/708297289849064282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/662992285517687052/posts/default/708297289849064282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mtrendel.blogspot.com/2007/04/amigo-dan.html' title='amigo Dan'/><author><name>Monique Trendel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16237726065262032519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_40UVatHuxho/RhTwv2fWzSI/AAAAAAAAACg/UbNlSGTbjFw/s72-c/peqprincipe.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-662992285517687052.post-2123106928456340795</id><published>2007-03-30T17:04:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T00:28:47.421-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dicas'/><title type='text'>uma espiã na casa do amor</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_40UVatHuxho/Rg1ttJ8to1I/AAAAAAAAACY/OBl3aLiKbDU/s1600-h/espi%C3%A3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047811379884303186" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_40UVatHuxho/Rg1ttJ8to1I/AAAAAAAAACY/OBl3aLiKbDU/s320/espi%C3%A3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Em Uma espiã na casa do amor, de Anaïs Nin, a protagonista é uma femme fatale de trinta anos, casada com o compreensivo Alan - seu porto-seguro - e que tem uma vida dupla. Para o marido, ela é uma atriz dedicada, que viaja muito com a companhia teatral. Já a outra Sabina é uma mulher sedutora, que vai colecionando histórias dos seus furtivos e variados romances. Alan, Mambo, Philip, John, Donald e Jay são alguns dos homens que passam pela sua vida, mas o tempo que permanece com cada um deles é o suficiente para não quebrar o encanto que os cerca. O medo de ser desmascarada por Alan é constante. A dupla identidade persegue Sabina o tempo inteiro, inclusive quando vai ao cinema. Assistindo a um filme policial, faz uma auto-análise: "sou uma espiã internacional na casa do amor", confissão que sugere o título do romance. Anaïs Nin, autora também de Delta de Vênus e Pequenos Pássaros, ambos já editados em versão pocket pela L&amp;amp;PM, é conhecida por explorar como ninguém a sexualidade feminina nas suas obras.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/662992285517687052-2123106928456340795?l=mtrendel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mtrendel.blogspot.com/feeds/2123106928456340795/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=662992285517687052&amp;postID=2123106928456340795' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/662992285517687052/posts/default/2123106928456340795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/662992285517687052/posts/default/2123106928456340795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mtrendel.blogspot.com/2007/03/uma-espi-na-casa-do-amor.html' title='uma espiã na casa do amor'/><author><name>Monique Trendel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16237726065262032519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_40UVatHuxho/Rg1ttJ8to1I/AAAAAAAAACY/OBl3aLiKbDU/s72-c/espi%C3%A3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-662992285517687052.post-148839022815128254</id><published>2007-03-20T11:36:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T00:28:47.592-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dicas'/><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_40UVatHuxho/Rf_yjJKqMbI/AAAAAAAAACM/qOIIcXPO-X8/s1600-h/Ponte%2Bpara%2BTerab%25C3%25ADtia%2BCapa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044016793248215474" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_40UVatHuxho/Rf_yjJKqMbI/AAAAAAAAACM/qOIIcXPO-X8/s200/Ponte%2Bpara%2BTerab%25C3%25ADtia%2BCapa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_40UVatHuxho/Rf_yL5KqMaI/AAAAAAAAACE/nk33lCNJAOw/s1600-h/Ponte%2Bpara%2BTerab%25C3%25ADtia%2BCapa.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Feche os olhos, mas mantenha a mente aberta".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/662992285517687052-148839022815128254?l=mtrendel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mtrendel.blogspot.com/feeds/148839022815128254/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=662992285517687052&amp;postID=148839022815128254' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/662992285517687052/posts/default/148839022815128254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/662992285517687052/posts/default/148839022815128254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mtrendel.blogspot.com/2007/03/blog-post.html' title='...'/><author><name>Monique Trendel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16237726065262032519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_40UVatHuxho/Rf_yjJKqMbI/AAAAAAAAACM/qOIIcXPO-X8/s72-c/Ponte%2Bpara%2BTerab%25C3%25ADtia%2BCapa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-662992285517687052.post-8508266372483994578</id><published>2007-03-09T09:26:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T00:28:47.717-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='meus'/><title type='text'>mulher-serpente</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_40UVatHuxho/RfFT5PD9DnI/AAAAAAAAAB8/e2sZ9impJJA/s1600-h/serpentes_mulher.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039901700765060722" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_40UVatHuxho/RfFT5PD9DnI/AAAAAAAAAB8/e2sZ9impJJA/s200/serpentes_mulher.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;o corpo nú,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;enrosca-se sobre os lençóis,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;rasteja sob a cama,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;prepara-se, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;respira,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;cheira...e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ataca!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;mulher - serpente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;moni - 09/03/07.&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/662992285517687052-8508266372483994578?l=mtrendel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mtrendel.blogspot.com/feeds/8508266372483994578/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=662992285517687052&amp;postID=8508266372483994578' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/662992285517687052/posts/default/8508266372483994578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/662992285517687052/posts/default/8508266372483994578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mtrendel.blogspot.com/2007/03/mulher-serpente.html' title='mulher-serpente'/><author><name>Monique Trendel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16237726065262032519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_40UVatHuxho/RfFT5PD9DnI/AAAAAAAAAB8/e2sZ9impJJA/s72-c/serpentes_mulher.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-662992285517687052.post-4338964887580460261</id><published>2007-03-07T10:19:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T00:28:47.825-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dicas'/><title type='text'>hair</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_40UVatHuxho/Re68WXlciwI/AAAAAAAAAB0/M5xJXWUn1ro/s1600-h/webcl102.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039172125548382978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_40UVatHuxho/Re68WXlciwI/AAAAAAAAAB0/M5xJXWUn1ro/s320/webcl102.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sinopse: 0 musical escrito por James Rado e Gerome Ragni, um dos pilares do movimento pop dos anos 60, ganhou versão cinematográfica dirigida pelo diretor checo Milos Forman (de Um Estranho no Ninho). 0 filme mantém o pique da história original, mas chegou às telas num momento (final dos anos 70) em que o hipismo começava a sair de cena. A coreografia de Twila Tharp e a direção segura de Forman valem o ingresso. Nesses tempos cinicamente neoliberais dos anos 90, nada mais saudável do que rever o documento de uma época - apesar dos pesares, paradisíaca.Vindo do interior para Nova York, para se alistar no exército e servir na Guerra do Vietnã, um jovem (Savage) conhece, logo após chegar na cidade, um grupo hippie que procura convencê-lo do absurdo dessa guerra e o estimula a desertar. O filme, um importante mergulho no universo da contracultura dos anos 60, marcou também pelas belas canções.&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/662992285517687052-4338964887580460261?l=mtrendel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EhbxI5eVnM4' title='hair'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mtrendel.blogspot.com/feeds/4338964887580460261/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=662992285517687052&amp;postID=4338964887580460261' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/662992285517687052/posts/default/4338964887580460261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/662992285517687052/posts/default/4338964887580460261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mtrendel.blogspot.com/2007/03/hair.html' title='hair'/><author><name>Monique Trendel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16237726065262032519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_40UVatHuxho/Re68WXlciwI/AAAAAAAAAB0/M5xJXWUn1ro/s72-c/webcl102.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-662992285517687052.post-7611077038351235988</id><published>2007-03-02T16:18:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T00:28:47.946-02:00</updated><title type='text'>hahaha</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_40UVatHuxho/Reh4rUuyi2I/AAAAAAAAABo/cDQtXlLlpz0/s1600-h/amizade.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5037408868908567394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_40UVatHuxho/Reh4rUuyi2I/AAAAAAAAABo/cDQtXlLlpz0/s400/amizade.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si, hehehe! essa é pra nós!!! Vê se aproveita bem as férias!!! No stress!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;...E que tudo mais...vá pro inferno, hehehe!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/662992285517687052-7611077038351235988?l=mtrendel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mtrendel.blogspot.com/feeds/7611077038351235988/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=662992285517687052&amp;postID=7611077038351235988' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/662992285517687052/posts/default/7611077038351235988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/662992285517687052/posts/default/7611077038351235988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mtrendel.blogspot.com/2007/03/hahaha.html' title='hahaha'/><author><name>Monique Trendel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16237726065262032519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_40UVatHuxho/Reh4rUuyi2I/AAAAAAAAABo/cDQtXlLlpz0/s72-c/amizade.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-662992285517687052.post-3143956092971347567</id><published>2007-03-01T11:06:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T00:28:48.198-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='versos e poesias'/><title type='text'>somos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_40UVatHuxho/RebeyK46sfI/AAAAAAAAABc/Ai3_cnK8nXU/s1600-h/sonhos.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5036958186758386162" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_40UVatHuxho/RebeyK46sfI/AAAAAAAAABc/Ai3_cnK8nXU/s200/sonhos.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pelo sonho é que vamos,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;comovidos e mudos.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Chegamos? Não chegamos?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Haja ou não haja frutos,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;pelo sonho é que vamos.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Basta a fé no que temos.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Basta a esperança naquilo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;que talvez não teremos.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Basta que a alma demos,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;com a mesma alegria,ao que desconhecemos&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;e ao que é do dia a dia.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Chegamos? Não chegamos?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;- Partimos. Vamos. Somos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Sebastião da Gama)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/662992285517687052-3143956092971347567?l=mtrendel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mtrendel.blogspot.com/feeds/3143956092971347567/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=662992285517687052&amp;postID=3143956092971347567' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/662992285517687052/posts/default/3143956092971347567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/662992285517687052/posts/default/3143956092971347567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mtrendel.blogspot.com/2007/03/somos.html' title='somos'/><author><name>Monique Trendel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16237726065262032519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_40UVatHuxho/RebeyK46sfI/AAAAAAAAABc/Ai3_cnK8nXU/s72-c/sonhos.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-662992285517687052.post-8042234214576678612</id><published>2007-02-28T10:52:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T00:28:48.330-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='versos e poesias'/><title type='text'>dois</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_40UVatHuxho/ReWK5646seI/AAAAAAAAABQ/zU-1NeWEVhU/s1600-h/baisercouple-fredvoetch.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5036584485948928482" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_40UVatHuxho/ReWK5646seI/AAAAAAAAABQ/zU-1NeWEVhU/s200/baisercouple-fredvoetch.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Dois...Apenas dois. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Dois seres... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Dois objetos patéticos. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Cursos paralelos &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Frente a frente... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;...Sempre... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;...A se olharem... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Pensar talvez: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;“Paralelos que se encontram no infinito...”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;No entanto sós por enquanto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Eternamente dois apenas.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pablo Neruda&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/662992285517687052-8042234214576678612?l=mtrendel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mtrendel.blogspot.com/feeds/8042234214576678612/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=662992285517687052&amp;postID=8042234214576678612' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/662992285517687052/posts/default/8042234214576678612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/662992285517687052/posts/default/8042234214576678612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mtrendel.blogspot.com/2007/02/dois.html' title='dois'/><author><name>Monique Trendel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16237726065262032519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_40UVatHuxho/ReWK5646seI/AAAAAAAAABQ/zU-1NeWEVhU/s72-c/baisercouple-fredvoetch.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-662992285517687052.post-4666745342272622111</id><published>2007-01-30T17:08:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T00:28:48.489-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dicas'/><title type='text'>perfume</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_40UVatHuxho/Rb-X4Y7dPjI/AAAAAAAAABE/0Tkj43YzGX8/s1600-h/427084-4129-ga.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5025902704189062706" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_40UVatHuxho/Rb-X4Y7dPjI/AAAAAAAAABE/0Tkj43YzGX8/s320/427084-4129-ga.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; °•.εïз.•°°•.εïз.•°°•.εïз.•°°•.εïз.•°°•.εïз.•°°•.εïз.•°&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PERFUME - Patrick Süskind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"...as pessoas podiam fechar os olhos diante da grandeza, do assustador, da beleza, e podiam tapar os ouvidos diante da melodia ou de palavras. Mas não podiam escapar ao aroma. Pois o aroma é um irmão da respiração. Com esta, ele penetra nas pessoas, elas não podem escapar-lhe caso queiram viver. E bem para dentro delas é que vai o aroma, diretamente para o coração, distinguindo lá categoricamente entre atração e menosprezo, nojo e prazer, amor e ódio. Quem dominasse os odores dominaria o coração das pessoas."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E agora, no cinema...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/662992285517687052-4666745342272622111?l=mtrendel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mtrendel.blogspot.com/feeds/4666745342272622111/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=662992285517687052&amp;postID=4666745342272622111' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/662992285517687052/posts/default/4666745342272622111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/662992285517687052/posts/default/4666745342272622111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mtrendel.blogspot.com/2007/01/perfume.html' title='perfume'/><author><name>Monique Trendel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16237726065262032519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_40UVatHuxho/Rb-X4Y7dPjI/AAAAAAAAABE/0Tkj43YzGX8/s72-c/427084-4129-ga.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-662992285517687052.post-5106891702339975347</id><published>2007-01-29T11:14:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2007-01-29T11:19:39.306-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='versos e poesias'/><title type='text'>Despedida</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcc66;"&gt; E n&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt; meio dessa confusão alguém partiu sem se despedir; foi triste. Se houvesse uma despedida talvez fosse mais triste, talvez tenha sido melhor assim, uma separação como às vezes acontece em um baile de carnaval — uma pessoa se perde da outra, procura-a por um instante e depois adere a qualquer cordão. É melhor para os amantes pensar que a última vez que se encontraram se amaram muito — depois apenas aconteceu que não se encontraram mais. Eles não se despediram, a vida é que os despediu, cada um para seu lado — sem glória nem humilhação.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Creio que será permitido guardar uma leve tristeza, e também uma lembrança boa; que não será proibido confessar que às vezes se tem saudades; nem será odioso dizer que a separação ao mesmo tempo nos traz um inexplicável sentimento de alívio, e de sossego; e um indefinível remorso; e um recôndito despeito.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;E que houve momentos perfeitos que passaram, mas não se perderam, porque ficaram em nossa vida; que a lembrança deles nos faz sentir maior a nossa solidão; mas que essa solidão ficou menos infeliz: que importa que uma estrela já esteja morta se ela ainda brilha no fundo de nossa noite e de nosso confuso sonho? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Talvez não mereçamos imaginar que haverá outros verões; se eles vierem, nós os receberemos obedientes como as cigarras e as paineiras — com flores e cantos. O inverno — te lembras — nos maltratou; não havia flores, não havia mar, e fomos sacudidos de um lado para outro como dois bonecos na mão de um titeriteiro inábil.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcc66;"&gt; Ah, talvez valesse a pena dizer que houve um telefonema que não pôde haver; entretanto, é possível que não adiantasse nada. Para que explicações? Esqueçamos as pequenas coisas mortificantes; o silêncio torna tudo menos penoso; lembremos apenas as coisas douradas e digamos apenas a pequena palavra: adeus. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;A pequena palavra que se alonga como um canto de cigarra perdido numa tarde de domingo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Rubem Braga - Extraído do livro "A Traição das Elegantes", Editora Sabiá – Rio de Janeiro, 1967, pág. 83. &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/662992285517687052-5106891702339975347?l=mtrendel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mtrendel.blogspot.com/feeds/5106891702339975347/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=662992285517687052&amp;postID=5106891702339975347' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/662992285517687052/posts/default/5106891702339975347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/662992285517687052/posts/default/5106891702339975347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mtrendel.blogspot.com/2007/01/despedida.html' title='Despedida'/><author><name>Monique Trendel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16237726065262032519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-662992285517687052.post-9151436087443685312</id><published>2007-01-23T17:23:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2007-03-30T17:10:51.148-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='meus'/><title type='text'>Doses</title><content type='html'>Doses&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Únicas&lt;br /&gt;amor&lt;br /&gt;amizade&lt;br /&gt;parceria&lt;br /&gt;liberdade&lt;br /&gt;loucura&lt;br /&gt;paixão&lt;br /&gt;compreensão&lt;br /&gt;sabedoria&lt;br /&gt;harmonia&lt;br /&gt;alegria&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doses&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dia-a-dia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;moni - 22/01/07&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/662992285517687052-9151436087443685312?l=mtrendel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mtrendel.blogspot.com/feeds/9151436087443685312/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=662992285517687052&amp;postID=9151436087443685312' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/662992285517687052/posts/default/9151436087443685312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/662992285517687052/posts/default/9151436087443685312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mtrendel.blogspot.com/2007/01/doses.html' title='Doses'/><author><name>Monique Trendel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16237726065262032519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-662992285517687052.post-3043298595040349269</id><published>2006-12-21T11:20:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T00:28:48.721-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='música'/><title type='text'>zumbira e os palmares</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_40UVatHuxho/Rb3yBI7dPiI/AAAAAAAAAA4/jVBBbZiqPzI/s1600-h/imDownCapa-24-111-108.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5025438860605996578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_40UVatHuxho/Rb3yBI7dPiI/AAAAAAAAAA4/jVBBbZiqPzI/s320/imDownCapa-24-111-108.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gracias...Lançaram o CD!!! Muiiito bom! Sucesso gurizada, essa banda promete m 2007!!! Dá-lhe!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/662992285517687052-3043298595040349269?l=mtrendel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.mp3magazine.com.br/download.jsp?idDisco=108' title='zumbira e os palmares'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mtrendel.blogspot.com/feeds/3043298595040349269/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=662992285517687052&amp;postID=3043298595040349269' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/662992285517687052/posts/default/3043298595040349269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/662992285517687052/posts/default/3043298595040349269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mtrendel.blogspot.com/2006/12/zumbira-e-os-palmares.html' title='zumbira e os palmares'/><author><name>Monique Trendel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16237726065262032519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_40UVatHuxho/Rb3yBI7dPiI/AAAAAAAAAA4/jVBBbZiqPzI/s72-c/imDownCapa-24-111-108.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
