<?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-7602438640318735829</id><updated>2012-02-16T17:29:50.248-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Dizendo muitas em poucas!</title><subtitle type='html'>Acredito no valor de poucas palavras! Algumas curtas criações próprias...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wanessacosta.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7602438640318735829/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wanessacosta.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Wanessa Costa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09188202543201409318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3A6EbYL9UAo/TSIFuq_ys1I/AAAAAAAAAAQ/QnZlIuNJd8o/S220/OgAAAObpxAJGVbvIVek_28oJZUkwND82XkOfJHzxU0RtLFBCSO0eR5AJqRxYSKAQuR24K-QvXBe_FkwttWQ00_Z0Y4IAm1T1UCjW_PrbAv7yvKlm1Z2Idfkhwa2M.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>25</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7602438640318735829.post-7420273943880024252</id><published>2012-02-07T18:59:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2012-02-07T18:59:17.528-02:00</updated><title type='text'>O sentido...</title><content type='html'>Hoje eu acordei cedo...&lt;br /&gt;Fui a academia, e em seguida me despertou uma adrenalina fantástica.&lt;br /&gt;Quando estava indo para o trabalho, liguei o som do carro, que é sempre a primeira coisa que faço ao sentar no banco.&lt;br /&gt;Estava passando uma música do Led Zeppelin maravilhosa e estava um dia lindo!&lt;br /&gt;Por um instante me perguntei porque estava tão feliz. E confesso que estar tão feliz, estranhamente, até me incomodou um pouco.&lt;br /&gt;Então pensei: "Qual é o sentido da vida? Será que eu posso me permitir estar tão feliz? Será que já cumpri minhas missões?"&lt;br /&gt;Eu procurei muito uma resposta, e confesso que, por comodismo, acabei acreditando na mesma história de sempre, mas que faz sempre sentido.&lt;br /&gt;Acho que a vida não precisa ter um sentido, ela precisa ser vivida. E somente você pode escolher de que forma quer fazer isto intensamente... Acho que temos que ter objetivos e metas pelos quais lutar, mas as coisas simples do nosso dia a dia é que vão nos levar a encontrar grandes pessoas e grandes oportunidades...&lt;br /&gt;Pode parecer melancolia, mas a verdade é que não sabemos o que vai acontecer daqui a um minuto e muito menos ainda, sabemos como controlar o que vai acontecer!&lt;br /&gt;Da desespero de pensar que mesmo assim, ainda nos preocupamos tanto e que este sentimento é incontrolável.&lt;br /&gt;Ah se&amp;nbsp;pudéssemos&amp;nbsp;viver a vida a todo instante da forma que mais nos da prazer...&lt;br /&gt;Seriam todos os dias, dias de glória!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7602438640318735829-7420273943880024252?l=wanessacosta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wanessacosta.blogspot.com/feeds/7420273943880024252/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wanessacosta.blogspot.com/2012/02/o-sentido.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7602438640318735829/posts/default/7420273943880024252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7602438640318735829/posts/default/7420273943880024252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wanessacosta.blogspot.com/2012/02/o-sentido.html' title='O sentido...'/><author><name>Wanessa Costa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09188202543201409318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3A6EbYL9UAo/TSIFuq_ys1I/AAAAAAAAAAQ/QnZlIuNJd8o/S220/OgAAAObpxAJGVbvIVek_28oJZUkwND82XkOfJHzxU0RtLFBCSO0eR5AJqRxYSKAQuR24K-QvXBe_FkwttWQ00_Z0Y4IAm1T1UCjW_PrbAv7yvKlm1Z2Idfkhwa2M.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7602438640318735829.post-5570036854035378735</id><published>2012-01-31T17:26:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2012-01-31T18:55:20.411-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Olhe mais para cima!</title><content type='html'>Vamos filosofar um pouco...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ontem estava eu e eu mesma no quintal da minha casa... Cheguei da academia e fui fazer um lanche. No meu vizinho, estava tocando uma música bem alta que eu adoro, pois transmiti uma energia muito positiva. Foi quando percebi uma estrela muito brilhante no céu... Fui conferir.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Quando sai debaixo do telhado e vi aquela Lua ali entre as folhas da Palmeira Real que tem no meu jardim, me encantei e imaginei uma foto perfeita! Mas nenhuma câmera tem a capacidade visual que nossos olhos têm.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Então fiquei ali parada por um instante admirando aquela Lua Nova que vinha acompanhada daquela estrela brilhante que está sempre ali, perto dela, na diagonal.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alguns minutos depois, percebi ter aparecido um monte de estrelas que eu não havia visto nos primeiros segundos que olhei para o céu, pois a claridade do meu quintal havia limitado a iluminação daqueles pontinhos brilhantes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Agora pensem... É muito louco imaginar que a milhares de anos luz existam maravilhas tão intocáveis e tão distantes da realidade que vivemos. Com nossos probleminhas fúteis e confusões mentais.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Olhar para o céu naquela noite simples de ontem, me fez lembrar o quanto somos pequenos e frágeis, mas ao mesmo tempo, me fez pensar o quanto temos sorte e o quanto somos grandes por poder ver coisas tão magníficas.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Imagem e som tem um peso muito grande quando juntos! Olhem para o céu!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A tal música que me fez filosofar...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://2.gvt0.com/vi/jUe8uoKdHao/0.jpg" height="266" width="320"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/jUe8uoKdHao&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266"  src="http://www.youtube.com/v/jUe8uoKdHao&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7602438640318735829-5570036854035378735?l=wanessacosta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wanessacosta.blogspot.com/feeds/5570036854035378735/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wanessacosta.blogspot.com/2012/01/olhe-mais-para-cima.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7602438640318735829/posts/default/5570036854035378735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7602438640318735829/posts/default/5570036854035378735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wanessacosta.blogspot.com/2012/01/olhe-mais-para-cima.html' title='Olhe mais para cima!'/><author><name>Wanessa Costa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09188202543201409318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3A6EbYL9UAo/TSIFuq_ys1I/AAAAAAAAAAQ/QnZlIuNJd8o/S220/OgAAAObpxAJGVbvIVek_28oJZUkwND82XkOfJHzxU0RtLFBCSO0eR5AJqRxYSKAQuR24K-QvXBe_FkwttWQ00_Z0Y4IAm1T1UCjW_PrbAv7yvKlm1Z2Idfkhwa2M.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7602438640318735829.post-5691731836192883545</id><published>2011-05-17T22:59:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2012-01-31T18:57:55.373-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Tempo.</title><content type='html'>Faz tempo né?!&lt;br /&gt;Poderia muito bem por culpa no tempo, porque tempo é uma palavra que vejo apenas como "ocupada"...&lt;br /&gt;Mas confesso, faltou inspiração...&lt;br /&gt;Acho que na verdade, eu vivi a vida e vou terminá-la numa correria sem fim! É uma coisa que faz parte de mim!&lt;br /&gt;Até nos meus tempos livres, que são raros, eu não consigo simplesmente parar!&lt;br /&gt;Mas afinal, isto é bom ou ruim?! Não sei, mas de alguma forma isso me faz chegar aonde eu quero!&lt;br /&gt;Eu vejo todos os dias, as pessoas dos mais diferentes níveis sócio-econômicos correndo numa estrada infinita atrás da felicidade!&lt;br /&gt;Eu descobri, que tudo que fazemos para correr atrás dos nossos sonhos tem que dar prazer!!!&lt;br /&gt;Pois querem saber, um dia vai valer a pena!!!&lt;br /&gt;Estou encontrando aos poucos, o equilíbrio! Palavra esta, que aderi com gosto ao meu vocabulário!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7602438640318735829-5691731836192883545?l=wanessacosta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wanessacosta.blogspot.com/feeds/5691731836192883545/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wanessacosta.blogspot.com/2011/05/tempo.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7602438640318735829/posts/default/5691731836192883545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7602438640318735829/posts/default/5691731836192883545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wanessacosta.blogspot.com/2011/05/tempo.html' title='Tempo.'/><author><name>Wanessa Costa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09188202543201409318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3A6EbYL9UAo/TSIFuq_ys1I/AAAAAAAAAAQ/QnZlIuNJd8o/S220/OgAAAObpxAJGVbvIVek_28oJZUkwND82XkOfJHzxU0RtLFBCSO0eR5AJqRxYSKAQuR24K-QvXBe_FkwttWQ00_Z0Y4IAm1T1UCjW_PrbAv7yvKlm1Z2Idfkhwa2M.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7602438640318735829.post-8614991775427804109</id><published>2011-03-09T00:05:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2012-01-31T18:58:43.397-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Saudade...</title><content type='html'>Que saudade desesperadora que eu tenho,&lt;br /&gt;Dos encantos daquela época...&lt;br /&gt;Onde tudo que era lindo, era maravilhosamente lindo...&lt;br /&gt;Onde tudo era perfeitamente perfeito!&lt;br /&gt;Onde cada momento causava constantes aumentos dos meus batimentos cardíacos...&lt;br /&gt;Que saudade de sentimentos intensos em tão pequenos detalhes...&lt;br /&gt;Que saudade!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7602438640318735829-8614991775427804109?l=wanessacosta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wanessacosta.blogspot.com/feeds/8614991775427804109/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wanessacosta.blogspot.com/2011/03/saudade.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7602438640318735829/posts/default/8614991775427804109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7602438640318735829/posts/default/8614991775427804109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wanessacosta.blogspot.com/2011/03/saudade.html' title='Saudade...'/><author><name>Wanessa Costa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09188202543201409318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3A6EbYL9UAo/TSIFuq_ys1I/AAAAAAAAAAQ/QnZlIuNJd8o/S220/OgAAAObpxAJGVbvIVek_28oJZUkwND82XkOfJHzxU0RtLFBCSO0eR5AJqRxYSKAQuR24K-QvXBe_FkwttWQ00_Z0Y4IAm1T1UCjW_PrbAv7yvKlm1Z2Idfkhwa2M.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7602438640318735829.post-3966025641475663439</id><published>2011-02-15T21:03:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2012-01-31T18:59:56.795-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Reflexões do banho...</title><content type='html'>Quando que a gente percebe o quanto nossa vida mudou? &lt;br /&gt;Quando que aquele mundo tão encantado, já não é tão encantado assim?&lt;br /&gt;Engraçado como tudo pode mudar em segundos...&lt;br /&gt;Estranho como escrevemos melhor quando estamos tristes...&lt;br /&gt;Pensamento bateu de repente e pensei por um segundo na minha vida, como ela era...&lt;br /&gt;Lembrei!!!&lt;br /&gt;Lembranças... Estas sim doem...&lt;br /&gt;Não porque são tristes, mas porque te recordam coisas maravilhosas que hoje já não existem mais...&lt;br /&gt;Família, que palavra é essa?&lt;br /&gt;Confesso que já não sei mas definir...&lt;br /&gt;A independência tão sonhada eu conquistei...&lt;br /&gt;Mas admito que achei que custaria bem mais barato...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7602438640318735829-3966025641475663439?l=wanessacosta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wanessacosta.blogspot.com/feeds/3966025641475663439/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wanessacosta.blogspot.com/2011/02/reflexoes-do-banho.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7602438640318735829/posts/default/3966025641475663439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7602438640318735829/posts/default/3966025641475663439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wanessacosta.blogspot.com/2011/02/reflexoes-do-banho.html' title='Reflexões do banho...'/><author><name>Wanessa Costa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09188202543201409318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3A6EbYL9UAo/TSIFuq_ys1I/AAAAAAAAAAQ/QnZlIuNJd8o/S220/OgAAAObpxAJGVbvIVek_28oJZUkwND82XkOfJHzxU0RtLFBCSO0eR5AJqRxYSKAQuR24K-QvXBe_FkwttWQ00_Z0Y4IAm1T1UCjW_PrbAv7yvKlm1Z2Idfkhwa2M.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7602438640318735829.post-2566587494616460171</id><published>2011-02-07T16:28:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2011-02-07T16:28:27.227-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Diz que fui por aí - Fernanda Takai</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/NNGfxU7PArY?fs=1" frameborder="0" width="425" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7602438640318735829-2566587494616460171?l=wanessacosta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3A6EbYL9UAo/TSIFuq_ys1I/AAAAAAAAAAQ/QnZlIuNJd8o/S220/OgAAAObpxAJGVbvIVek_28oJZUkwND82XkOfJHzxU0RtLFBCSO0eR5AJqRxYSKAQuR24K-QvXBe_FkwttWQ00_Z0Y4IAm1T1UCjW_PrbAv7yvKlm1Z2Idfkhwa2M.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/NNGfxU7PArY/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7602438640318735829.post-5332276838241116528</id><published>2011-01-27T15:22:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2012-01-31T19:01:48.894-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Ser forte...</title><content type='html'>Ser forte é amar alguém em silêncio;&lt;br /&gt;Ser forte é irradiar felicidade quando se é infeliz;&lt;br /&gt;Ser forte é perdoar alguém que não merece perdão;&lt;br /&gt;Ser forte é esperar quando não se acredita no retorno;&lt;br /&gt;Ser forte é se manter calmo no momento de desespero;&lt;br /&gt;Ser forte é demostrar alegria quando não se sente;&lt;br /&gt;Ser forte é sorrir quando se deseja chorar;&lt;br /&gt;Ser forte é fazer alguém feliz quando se tem o coração em pedaços;&lt;br /&gt;Ser forte é calar quando o ideal seria gritar a todos a sua angústia;&lt;br /&gt;Ser forte é consolar quando se precisa de consolo;&lt;br /&gt;Ser forte é ter fé naquilo que não acredita;&lt;br /&gt;Por isso, mesmo diante da dura realidade e por mais difícil que a vida possa parecer,&lt;br /&gt;Ame-a e seja FORTE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7602438640318735829-5332276838241116528?l=wanessacosta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wanessacosta.blogspot.com/feeds/5332276838241116528/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wanessacosta.blogspot.com/2011/01/ser-forte.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3A6EbYL9UAo/TSIFuq_ys1I/AAAAAAAAAAQ/QnZlIuNJd8o/S220/OgAAAObpxAJGVbvIVek_28oJZUkwND82XkOfJHzxU0RtLFBCSO0eR5AJqRxYSKAQuR24K-QvXBe_FkwttWQ00_Z0Y4IAm1T1UCjW_PrbAv7yvKlm1Z2Idfkhwa2M.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7602438640318735829.post-8103128295683883054</id><published>2011-01-26T08:10:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2012-01-31T19:02:02.795-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Resolvi dar um novo direcionamento ao meu blog.&lt;br /&gt;Ontem me inspirei com um caso isolado...&lt;br /&gt;Em breve, contarei aqui, um pouquinho do que pensam algumas&amp;nbsp;pessoas interessantes!&lt;br /&gt;Espero que funcione.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7602438640318735829-8103128295683883054?l=wanessacosta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wanessacosta.blogspot.com/feeds/8103128295683883054/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wanessacosta.blogspot.com/2011/01/resolvi-dar-um-novo-direcionamento-ao.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7602438640318735829/posts/default/8103128295683883054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7602438640318735829/posts/default/8103128295683883054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wanessacosta.blogspot.com/2011/01/resolvi-dar-um-novo-direcionamento-ao.html' title=''/><author><name>Wanessa Costa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09188202543201409318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3A6EbYL9UAo/TSIFuq_ys1I/AAAAAAAAAAQ/QnZlIuNJd8o/S220/OgAAAObpxAJGVbvIVek_28oJZUkwND82XkOfJHzxU0RtLFBCSO0eR5AJqRxYSKAQuR24K-QvXBe_FkwttWQ00_Z0Y4IAm1T1UCjW_PrbAv7yvKlm1Z2Idfkhwa2M.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7602438640318735829.post-7391610623658939740</id><published>2011-01-26T08:07:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2012-01-31T19:03:12.263-02:00</updated><title type='text'>A busca...</title><content type='html'>A busca por fazer algo interessante cansa...&lt;br /&gt;Todos os dias a noite eu estou cansada.&lt;br /&gt;Não do dia todo de trabalho nada prazeroso, &lt;br /&gt;Não da academia que faz perder um pouco da eletricidade que tenho dentro de mim,&lt;br /&gt;Mas sim, do funcionamento constante da minha mente em busca de algo inusitado!&lt;br /&gt;Sempre que acordo, penso: &lt;br /&gt;"O que será que vai acontecer hoje?"&lt;br /&gt;Frustrante não é não&amp;nbsp;conseguir comprar o carro do ano, nem ter o emprego que você sempre sonhou.&lt;br /&gt;Frustrante mesmo, é procurar o dia todo por você mesmo e não se encontrar...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7602438640318735829-7391610623658939740?l=wanessacosta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wanessacosta.blogspot.com/feeds/7391610623658939740/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wanessacosta.blogspot.com/2011/01/busca.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7602438640318735829/posts/default/7391610623658939740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7602438640318735829/posts/default/7391610623658939740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wanessacosta.blogspot.com/2011/01/busca.html' title='A busca...'/><author><name>Wanessa Costa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09188202543201409318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3A6EbYL9UAo/TSIFuq_ys1I/AAAAAAAAAAQ/QnZlIuNJd8o/S220/OgAAAObpxAJGVbvIVek_28oJZUkwND82XkOfJHzxU0RtLFBCSO0eR5AJqRxYSKAQuR24K-QvXBe_FkwttWQ00_Z0Y4IAm1T1UCjW_PrbAv7yvKlm1Z2Idfkhwa2M.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7602438640318735829.post-5715620484172187261</id><published>2011-01-24T16:53:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2012-01-31T19:03:34.259-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Calma!</title><content type='html'>Entre a comodidade de uma vida pacata,&lt;br /&gt;E a alegria de viver intensamente,&lt;br /&gt;Você pode escolher...&lt;br /&gt;Eu escolhi viver intensamente.&lt;br /&gt;Mas cadê a intensidade dessa minha vida?&lt;br /&gt;Calma menina, disse-me o espelho,&lt;br /&gt;Tudo tem seu tempo...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7602438640318735829-5715620484172187261?l=wanessacosta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wanessacosta.blogspot.com/feeds/5715620484172187261/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wanessacosta.blogspot.com/2011/01/calma.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7602438640318735829/posts/default/5715620484172187261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7602438640318735829/posts/default/5715620484172187261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wanessacosta.blogspot.com/2011/01/calma.html' title='Calma!'/><author><name>Wanessa Costa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09188202543201409318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3A6EbYL9UAo/TSIFuq_ys1I/AAAAAAAAAAQ/QnZlIuNJd8o/S220/OgAAAObpxAJGVbvIVek_28oJZUkwND82XkOfJHzxU0RtLFBCSO0eR5AJqRxYSKAQuR24K-QvXBe_FkwttWQ00_Z0Y4IAm1T1UCjW_PrbAv7yvKlm1Z2Idfkhwa2M.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7602438640318735829.post-1479647965457637779</id><published>2011-01-17T09:08:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2012-01-31T19:04:17.923-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Incessante...</title><content type='html'>Incessante é o amor que te guia por pequenas palavras,&lt;br /&gt;que te mostra que nem tudo está perdido.&lt;br /&gt;Incessante é o olhar que te penetra,&lt;br /&gt;que ilumina algo dentro de ti.&lt;br /&gt;Incessante é o gesto que te marca,&lt;br /&gt;que faz você mudar.&lt;br /&gt;Incessante é sorrir incessantemente,&lt;br /&gt;sem saber nem sequer&amp;nbsp;porque!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7602438640318735829-1479647965457637779?l=wanessacosta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wanessacosta.blogspot.com/feeds/1479647965457637779/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wanessacosta.blogspot.com/2011/01/incessante.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7602438640318735829/posts/default/1479647965457637779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7602438640318735829/posts/default/1479647965457637779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wanessacosta.blogspot.com/2011/01/incessante.html' title='Incessante...'/><author><name>Wanessa Costa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09188202543201409318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3A6EbYL9UAo/TSIFuq_ys1I/AAAAAAAAAAQ/QnZlIuNJd8o/S220/OgAAAObpxAJGVbvIVek_28oJZUkwND82XkOfJHzxU0RtLFBCSO0eR5AJqRxYSKAQuR24K-QvXBe_FkwttWQ00_Z0Y4IAm1T1UCjW_PrbAv7yvKlm1Z2Idfkhwa2M.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7602438640318735829.post-5168832787040572030</id><published>2011-01-13T16:00:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2012-01-31T19:05:04.806-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Olhe...</title><content type='html'>Pare um pouco o que está fazendo...&lt;br /&gt;Olhe para o céu!&lt;br /&gt;Quantas formas você vê?&lt;br /&gt;Já parou para pensar quantas formas aparecem no céu,&lt;br /&gt;enquanto você está trabalhando feito um louco?&lt;br /&gt;Eu parei para pensar hoje,&lt;br /&gt;enquanto estava parada no trânsito e vi um elefantinho nas nuvens...&lt;br /&gt;Como as pessoas estão loucas...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7602438640318735829-5168832787040572030?l=wanessacosta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wanessacosta.blogspot.com/feeds/5168832787040572030/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wanessacosta.blogspot.com/2011/01/olhe.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7602438640318735829/posts/default/5168832787040572030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7602438640318735829/posts/default/5168832787040572030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wanessacosta.blogspot.com/2011/01/olhe.html' title='Olhe...'/><author><name>Wanessa Costa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09188202543201409318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3A6EbYL9UAo/TSIFuq_ys1I/AAAAAAAAAAQ/QnZlIuNJd8o/S220/OgAAAObpxAJGVbvIVek_28oJZUkwND82XkOfJHzxU0RtLFBCSO0eR5AJqRxYSKAQuR24K-QvXBe_FkwttWQ00_Z0Y4IAm1T1UCjW_PrbAv7yvKlm1Z2Idfkhwa2M.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7602438640318735829.post-1275042017966717748</id><published>2011-01-12T14:58:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2011-01-12T14:58:30.336-02:00</updated><title type='text'>O que?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;O que fazer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Para saber&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;O que vai ser&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Quando crescer?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;O que fazer?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;O que vou ser?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Como saber?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Quem vai dizer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;O que farei &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Quando chorei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;E não encontrei?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;O que serei?&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/7602438640318735829-1275042017966717748?l=wanessacosta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wanessacosta.blogspot.com/feeds/1275042017966717748/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wanessacosta.blogspot.com/2011/01/o-que.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7602438640318735829/posts/default/1275042017966717748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7602438640318735829/posts/default/1275042017966717748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wanessacosta.blogspot.com/2011/01/o-que.html' title='O que?'/><author><name>Wanessa Costa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09188202543201409318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3A6EbYL9UAo/TSIFuq_ys1I/AAAAAAAAAAQ/QnZlIuNJd8o/S220/OgAAAObpxAJGVbvIVek_28oJZUkwND82XkOfJHzxU0RtLFBCSO0eR5AJqRxYSKAQuR24K-QvXBe_FkwttWQ00_Z0Y4IAm1T1UCjW_PrbAv7yvKlm1Z2Idfkhwa2M.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7602438640318735829.post-7814922001733886217</id><published>2011-01-10T11:36:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2011-01-10T11:36:52.190-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Um dia quero escrever assim...</title><content type='html'>Espelho&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tenho bobagens repentínas, carências urgentes, ausência de respostas, ansiedade concentrada, angústia que talha a carne, ciúme que dilacera o orgulho.&lt;br /&gt;Tenho saudade, receio e sorriso. Sentimentos vagos, carinhos inexplicáveis, paixões fulminantes e tesão noturno nas terças-feiras. Mania de escrever, de me desculpar e de errar sempre&amp;nbsp;os mesmos erros. Você consegue se&amp;nbsp;definir? Ou sempre falta alguma coisa?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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;&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;&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; (Juliana Regina Marques)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7602438640318735829-7814922001733886217?l=wanessacosta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wanessacosta.blogspot.com/feeds/7814922001733886217/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wanessacosta.blogspot.com/2011/01/um-dia-quero-escrever-assim.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7602438640318735829/posts/default/7814922001733886217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7602438640318735829/posts/default/7814922001733886217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wanessacosta.blogspot.com/2011/01/um-dia-quero-escrever-assim.html' title='Um dia quero escrever assim...'/><author><name>Wanessa Costa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09188202543201409318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3A6EbYL9UAo/TSIFuq_ys1I/AAAAAAAAAAQ/QnZlIuNJd8o/S220/OgAAAObpxAJGVbvIVek_28oJZUkwND82XkOfJHzxU0RtLFBCSO0eR5AJqRxYSKAQuR24K-QvXBe_FkwttWQ00_Z0Y4IAm1T1UCjW_PrbAv7yvKlm1Z2Idfkhwa2M.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7602438640318735829.post-2874345641332954739</id><published>2011-01-10T09:01:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2011-01-10T09:01:03.006-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hoje eu descobri,&lt;br /&gt;que o mundo é pequeno para o tamanho dos meus sonhos...&lt;br /&gt;Ontem eu encontrei com a Paz,&lt;br /&gt;ela me disse bem baixinho: descanse!&lt;br /&gt;Então eu sorri para ela e descansei por um minuto.&lt;br /&gt;Depois, voltei a sonhar!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7602438640318735829-2874345641332954739?l=wanessacosta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wanessacosta.blogspot.com/feeds/2874345641332954739/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wanessacosta.blogspot.com/2011/01/hoje-eu-descobri-que-o-mundo-e-pequeno.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7602438640318735829/posts/default/2874345641332954739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7602438640318735829/posts/default/2874345641332954739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wanessacosta.blogspot.com/2011/01/hoje-eu-descobri-que-o-mundo-e-pequeno.html' title=''/><author><name>Wanessa Costa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09188202543201409318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3A6EbYL9UAo/TSIFuq_ys1I/AAAAAAAAAAQ/QnZlIuNJd8o/S220/OgAAAObpxAJGVbvIVek_28oJZUkwND82XkOfJHzxU0RtLFBCSO0eR5AJqRxYSKAQuR24K-QvXBe_FkwttWQ00_Z0Y4IAm1T1UCjW_PrbAv7yvKlm1Z2Idfkhwa2M.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7602438640318735829.post-8497032318748749820</id><published>2011-01-06T11:32:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2011-01-06T11:32:54.005-02:00</updated><title type='text'>A moça de vermelho</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Aquela moça de vermelho;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Moça que não é menina,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Moça que não é mulher.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;O que será então que ela é?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;É alguém...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Alguém que perdeu a chance de querer, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Alguém que perdeu a chance de escolher!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;É alguém que vive por ai,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Que não vive!&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/7602438640318735829-8497032318748749820?l=wanessacosta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wanessacosta.blogspot.com/feeds/8497032318748749820/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wanessacosta.blogspot.com/2011/01/moca-de-vermelho.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7602438640318735829/posts/default/8497032318748749820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7602438640318735829/posts/default/8497032318748749820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wanessacosta.blogspot.com/2011/01/moca-de-vermelho.html' title='A moça de vermelho'/><author><name>Wanessa Costa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09188202543201409318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3A6EbYL9UAo/TSIFuq_ys1I/AAAAAAAAAAQ/QnZlIuNJd8o/S220/OgAAAObpxAJGVbvIVek_28oJZUkwND82XkOfJHzxU0RtLFBCSO0eR5AJqRxYSKAQuR24K-QvXBe_FkwttWQ00_Z0Y4IAm1T1UCjW_PrbAv7yvKlm1Z2Idfkhwa2M.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7602438640318735829.post-5564358649935883439</id><published>2011-01-05T16:23:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2011-01-05T16:23:02.114-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3A6EbYL9UAo/TSIFuq_ys1I/AAAAAAAAAAQ/QnZlIuNJd8o/S220/OgAAAObpxAJGVbvIVek_28oJZUkwND82XkOfJHzxU0RtLFBCSO0eR5AJqRxYSKAQuR24K-QvXBe_FkwttWQ00_Z0Y4IAm1T1UCjW_PrbAv7yvKlm1Z2Idfkhwa2M.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7602438640318735829.post-7425399263453105034</id><published>2011-01-05T15:40:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2012-01-31T19:06:58.188-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Coisa!</title><content type='html'>Sabe aquela coisa profunda e inexplicável?&lt;br /&gt;Aquela, que trás um porto seguro!&lt;br /&gt;Coisa que todo mundo tem,&lt;br /&gt;Coisa divina!&lt;br /&gt;Sabe aquela coisa que está longe?&lt;br /&gt;Aquela que te trás a certeza de que não é só você;&lt;br /&gt;Aquela que faz seu coração afogar em lágrimas de saudade!&lt;br /&gt;Coisa que não tem nome;&lt;br /&gt;Coisa que chamam de Mãe...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3A6EbYL9UAo/TSIFuq_ys1I/AAAAAAAAAAQ/QnZlIuNJd8o/S220/OgAAAObpxAJGVbvIVek_28oJZUkwND82XkOfJHzxU0RtLFBCSO0eR5AJqRxYSKAQuR24K-QvXBe_FkwttWQ00_Z0Y4IAm1T1UCjW_PrbAv7yvKlm1Z2Idfkhwa2M.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7602438640318735829.post-6225470063056949124</id><published>2011-01-05T10:57:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2011-01-05T10:57:04.813-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3A6EbYL9UAo/TSRqUQjjYTI/AAAAAAAAAA4/yTpPFcoRxgs/s1600/Dan%25C3%25A7ar.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" n4="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3A6EbYL9UAo/TSRqUQjjYTI/AAAAAAAAAA4/yTpPFcoRxgs/s320/Dan%25C3%25A7ar.jpg" width="320" 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fosse crescer, existiriam milhões de anãos”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;“um pássaro não pode voar se não tiver asas”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;“amor é a mesma coisa que tranqüilidade”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;“Se a vida fosse uma novela, eu seria aquela adolescente inconseqüente que sempre sai feliz no final”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;“Assusta-me observar que a maioria das pessoas trabalha a vida inteira para nada”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;“Deus nos deu a obra prima, cabe a nós apreciá-la”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;“aonde vão parar as estatísticas: 0% de famílias, 0% de amor e 100% de máquinas”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;“uma vez eu disse que queria ser médica, outra vez disse que queria ser advogada. Acho que o que eu gosto mesmo é de variar”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;“Reflita: você consegue viver sozinho? Se a resposta for não, provavelmente você viverá”&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/7602438640318735829-4662778477118718617?l=wanessacosta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wanessacosta.blogspot.com/feeds/4662778477118718617/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wanessacosta.blogspot.com/2011/01/frases.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7602438640318735829/posts/default/4662778477118718617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7602438640318735829/posts/default/4662778477118718617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wanessacosta.blogspot.com/2011/01/frases.html' title='Frases...'/><author><name>Wanessa Costa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09188202543201409318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3A6EbYL9UAo/TSIFuq_ys1I/AAAAAAAAAAQ/QnZlIuNJd8o/S220/OgAAAObpxAJGVbvIVek_28oJZUkwND82XkOfJHzxU0RtLFBCSO0eR5AJqRxYSKAQuR24K-QvXBe_FkwttWQ00_Z0Y4IAm1T1UCjW_PrbAv7yvKlm1Z2Idfkhwa2M.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7602438640318735829.post-599753688943237857</id><published>2011-01-04T08:41:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2011-01-04T08:41:54.968-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Sinta!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;As pessoas inventam problemas,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Para que as pequenas felicidades causem um grande impacto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;É muito frustrante sonhar com algo tão distante da realidade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;E os mestres nos fazem crer,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Que simplesmente não vale a pena...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Entre a realidade e a ficção, o que realmente vivemos?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;O que é real?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Como pode existir neste mundo, uma alma tão sensível...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Podemos ficar cegos, podemos não mais falar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Podemos deixar de ouvir, mas nunca deixaremos de sentir...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Sentir a brisa do mar, sentir o vento alongar os seus cabelos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Sentir o calor, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;sentir!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Sinta ódio, sinta amor,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Mas não sinta vergonha nem medo de mostrar que você também sente!&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/7602438640318735829-599753688943237857?l=wanessacosta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wanessacosta.blogspot.com/feeds/599753688943237857/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wanessacosta.blogspot.com/2011/01/sinta.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7602438640318735829/posts/default/599753688943237857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7602438640318735829/posts/default/599753688943237857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wanessacosta.blogspot.com/2011/01/sinta.html' title='Sinta!'/><author><name>Wanessa Costa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09188202543201409318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3A6EbYL9UAo/TSIFuq_ys1I/AAAAAAAAAAQ/QnZlIuNJd8o/S220/OgAAAObpxAJGVbvIVek_28oJZUkwND82XkOfJHzxU0RtLFBCSO0eR5AJqRxYSKAQuR24K-QvXBe_FkwttWQ00_Z0Y4IAm1T1UCjW_PrbAv7yvKlm1Z2Idfkhwa2M.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7602438640318735829.post-6055266014701813826</id><published>2011-01-04T08:20:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2011-01-04T08:20:18.593-02:00</updated><title type='text'>A vida...</title><content type='html'>Engraçado o que a vida faz com a gente...&lt;br /&gt;Eu, que nem sequer costumo lavar uma louça,&lt;br /&gt;Ontem senti orgulho de eu mesma por conseguir rapar, com eficiência,&lt;br /&gt;A água da garagem da minha casa! Rs&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7602438640318735829-6055266014701813826?l=wanessacosta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wanessacosta.blogspot.com/feeds/6055266014701813826/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wanessacosta.blogspot.com/2011/01/vida.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7602438640318735829/posts/default/6055266014701813826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7602438640318735829/posts/default/6055266014701813826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wanessacosta.blogspot.com/2011/01/vida.html' title='A vida...'/><author><name>Wanessa Costa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09188202543201409318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3A6EbYL9UAo/TSIFuq_ys1I/AAAAAAAAAAQ/QnZlIuNJd8o/S220/OgAAAObpxAJGVbvIVek_28oJZUkwND82XkOfJHzxU0RtLFBCSO0eR5AJqRxYSKAQuR24K-QvXBe_FkwttWQ00_Z0Y4IAm1T1UCjW_PrbAv7yvKlm1Z2Idfkhwa2M.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7602438640318735829.post-6151780282620212597</id><published>2011-01-03T17:06:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2011-01-03T17:06:49.784-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;“O vida é uma fantasia, então porque não viver como um artista?”&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/7602438640318735829-6151780282620212597?l=wanessacosta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wanessacosta.blogspot.com/feeds/6151780282620212597/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wanessacosta.blogspot.com/2011/01/o-vida-e-uma-fantasia-entao-porque-nao.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7602438640318735829/posts/default/6151780282620212597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7602438640318735829/posts/default/6151780282620212597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wanessacosta.blogspot.com/2011/01/o-vida-e-uma-fantasia-entao-porque-nao.html' title=''/><author><name>Wanessa Costa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09188202543201409318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3A6EbYL9UAo/TSIFuq_ys1I/AAAAAAAAAAQ/QnZlIuNJd8o/S220/OgAAAObpxAJGVbvIVek_28oJZUkwND82XkOfJHzxU0RtLFBCSO0eR5AJqRxYSKAQuR24K-QvXBe_FkwttWQ00_Z0Y4IAm1T1UCjW_PrbAv7yvKlm1Z2Idfkhwa2M.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7602438640318735829.post-2718833999150558309</id><published>2011-01-03T17:05:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2012-01-31T19:08:35.639-02:00</updated><title type='text'>O homem...</title><content type='html'>Certa vez observei um homem.&lt;br /&gt;Tinha o andado humilde e uma pele boa.&lt;br /&gt;Senti dó!&lt;br /&gt;Dei umas moedas a ele.&lt;br /&gt;Depois refleti sobre as palavras de alguém que me disse uma vez:&lt;br /&gt;"tudo que fazemos é por interesse, nada é de graça"&lt;br /&gt;Então, apesar de não haver qualquer possibilidade de concordância naquela hora, eu concordei!&lt;br /&gt;Fez bem para ele, fez bem para o meu Eu!&lt;br /&gt;Nada é de graça...&lt;br /&gt;A vida só evolui diante de constantes mudanças de opiniões.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7602438640318735829-2718833999150558309?l=wanessacosta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wanessacosta.blogspot.com/feeds/2718833999150558309/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wanessacosta.blogspot.com/2011/01/o-homem.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7602438640318735829/posts/default/2718833999150558309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7602438640318735829/posts/default/2718833999150558309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wanessacosta.blogspot.com/2011/01/o-homem.html' title='O homem...'/><author><name>Wanessa Costa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09188202543201409318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3A6EbYL9UAo/TSIFuq_ys1I/AAAAAAAAAAQ/QnZlIuNJd8o/S220/OgAAAObpxAJGVbvIVek_28oJZUkwND82XkOfJHzxU0RtLFBCSO0eR5AJqRxYSKAQuR24K-QvXBe_FkwttWQ00_Z0Y4IAm1T1UCjW_PrbAv7yvKlm1Z2Idfkhwa2M.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7602438640318735829.post-1230169093874882675</id><published>2010-12-30T16:49:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2010-12-30T16:49:03.126-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Para deixar apenas de pensar...</title><content type='html'>Já pararam para pensar como o mundo que vivemos é grande?&lt;br /&gt;Não em dimensão, mas no quesito valor?&lt;br /&gt;Hoje, tudo que realmente tem valor passa despercebido...&lt;br /&gt;Posso dizer que sou uma pessoa frustrada com a capacidade que o ser humano tem de destruir tudo. &lt;br /&gt;Eu sofro muito com a maldade que os homens fazem aos animais e sofro de uma doença séria de ansiedade de conhecer o mundo!&lt;br /&gt;Isso me levou a contruir este blog, pois a angustia é tão grande que preciso compartilhar.&lt;br /&gt;Nem sei se vou levar a diante e nem se um dia alguém vai ler, mas é muito interessante o fato de poder fingir ser uma grande escritora.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7602438640318735829-1230169093874882675?l=wanessacosta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wanessacosta.blogspot.com/feeds/1230169093874882675/comments/default' title='Postar 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