<?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-3467386073510527952</id><updated>2012-02-16T11:19:47.646-08:00</updated><title type='text'>.::Laura Jardim::.</title><subtitle type='html'>Minhas Idéias, Meus Escritos...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloglaurajardim.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3467386073510527952/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloglaurajardim.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Laura Jardim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17501936697972974775</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/_L9vNfWlSmcE/TNKqUVcDUfI/AAAAAAAAA5c/rdg4xzqrNYw/S220/29-10-10a.bmp'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>15</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3467386073510527952.post-7443001513197121765</id><published>2010-07-21T01:37:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-21T02:25:36.519-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Um Novo Olhar! Uma Nova Esperança...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Olhando para O Alvo!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L9vNfWlSmcE/TEa7dkjLQnI/AAAAAAAAAtc/u4liEoepTEk/s1600/olhar+para+frente.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 323px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 242px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496286511954084466" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L9vNfWlSmcE/TEa7dkjLQnI/AAAAAAAAAtc/u4liEoepTEk/s320/olhar+para+frente.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estou vendo &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;um futuro próximo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;um futuro próspero!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A o que vejo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;é eloquete&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;chega ser surreal...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Obrigado e voltem sempre!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3467386073510527952-7443001513197121765?l=bloglaurajardim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloglaurajardim.blogspot.com/feeds/7443001513197121765/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3467386073510527952&amp;postID=7443001513197121765&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3467386073510527952/posts/default/7443001513197121765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3467386073510527952/posts/default/7443001513197121765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloglaurajardim.blogspot.com/2010/07/um-novo-olhar-uma-nova-esperanca.html' title='Um Novo Olhar! Uma Nova Esperança...'/><author><name>Laura Jardim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17501936697972974775</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/_L9vNfWlSmcE/TNKqUVcDUfI/AAAAAAAAA5c/rdg4xzqrNYw/S220/29-10-10a.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L9vNfWlSmcE/TEa7dkjLQnI/AAAAAAAAAtc/u4liEoepTEk/s72-c/olhar+para+frente.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3467386073510527952.post-9005184769711055029</id><published>2009-02-01T11:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T11:41:47.078-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ai, desânimo de novo!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L9vNfWlSmcE/SYX2RVtqqNI/AAAAAAAAAFs/QCN-KeD8mQg/s1600-h/desanimo2.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297911314418149586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 146px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L9vNfWlSmcE/SYX2RVtqqNI/AAAAAAAAAFs/QCN-KeD8mQg/s200/desanimo2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Recado para minha amiga Madalena&lt;/u&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Através do Orkut...&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;" Amiga, a Clarice parecia que saber as nossas dores e desespero, não é???Este desânimo, esta prostração...quisera ter ânimo para alguma coisa. Organizar minhas gavetas, meus armários... Ai, minha casa precisa ser varrida, minha comida precisa ser feita.Tenho fome e não consigo me levantar para cozinhar...Sei que você me entende...Vou continuar no meu blog.Vai lá depois, ok?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Hoje acordei sem vontade de acordar... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;As dores nas quais me fizaram ir deitar ontem parece que pioraram.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;O calor insuportável aqui em casa está acabando comigo, ainda mais depois que meu ventilador quebrou.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Mas não é isso só não. Acho que tudo é desculpa, pois o que me move é o estar com pessoas , rir, compartilhar momentos e isso não faço faz tempo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Queria estar em Niterói, com minhas filhas, minha mãe por um tempo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Mas falta grana pra isso. Não posso ir pra lá dura.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Não quero ser peso pra ninguém.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;A saudade aumenta a cada momento e me sufoca.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Não vou ao Rio no verão por causa do calor. mas aqui está igual ou pior que lá!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Deus, olhe para mim e veja se é o melhor pra mim passar um tempo lá.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Se for bom aos Teus olhos, que eu tenha a provisão necessária, que surja o dinheiro e aí eu vou.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Porque estar aqui está muito difícil para mim. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;E tem os sonhos... Todos dias são sonhos dos mais tenebrosos com minhas filhas, parentes...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Acordo num desespero que parece que vou "surtar"...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Obrigado e voltem sempre!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3467386073510527952-9005184769711055029?l=bloglaurajardim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloglaurajardim.blogspot.com/feeds/9005184769711055029/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3467386073510527952&amp;postID=9005184769711055029&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3467386073510527952/posts/default/9005184769711055029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3467386073510527952/posts/default/9005184769711055029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloglaurajardim.blogspot.com/2009/02/ai-desanimo-de-novo.html' title='&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;&quot;&gt;Ai, desânimo de novo!&lt;/center&gt;'/><author><name>Laura Jardim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17501936697972974775</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/_L9vNfWlSmcE/TNKqUVcDUfI/AAAAAAAAA5c/rdg4xzqrNYw/S220/29-10-10a.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L9vNfWlSmcE/SYX2RVtqqNI/AAAAAAAAAFs/QCN-KeD8mQg/s72-c/desanimo2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3467386073510527952.post-1782320506521083536</id><published>2009-01-31T06:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T08:00:00.571-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Meus Três Chapéus!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L9vNfWlSmcE/SYRyFpMWjJI/AAAAAAAAAFk/rRy_25gNe1U/s1600-h/chapeu5.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297484502977121426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L9vNfWlSmcE/SYRyFpMWjJI/AAAAAAAAAFk/rRy_25gNe1U/s200/chapeu5.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297484042691932690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L9vNfWlSmcE/SYRxq2fz8hI/AAAAAAAAAFc/pFM8hEDZXPU/s200/chapeu2.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297483653023243778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L9vNfWlSmcE/SYRxUK3jngI/AAAAAAAAAFU/mNrtiiBKj54/s200/chapeu1.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Noutro dia&lt;/span&gt; saí pra comprar &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;um chapéu...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Andei a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Av&lt;/span&gt;. Paulista praticamente toda e não encontrei os &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;camelôs&lt;/span&gt; que Plínio havia me dito ver sempre por lá vendendo os benditos chapéus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Fui numa loja de "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;grife&lt;/span&gt;" e lá havia uns, mas, além de caros, não eram &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;exatamente&lt;/span&gt; o que estava procurando.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Porque chapéu, caro(a) amigo(a) tem que se comprar com muito cuidado pois você corre o risco ficar ridícula(o)!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Ainda mais em uma cidade grande, onde não tem praia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Peguei sol pra cassete e chuva pra cassete e por fim achei um &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;camelô&lt;/span&gt; meio que escondido em uma esquina, quando já estava desistindo e voltando pra casa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Ai, me apaixonei por todos que o homem me mostrou... Comprei três, porque a esta altura eu já estava com pouco dinheiro e este &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;camelô&lt;/span&gt;, ao contrário de muitos aqui em &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Sampa&lt;/span&gt;, não aceita cartão. E este moço ainda me vendeu com um tremendo desconto!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Os chapéus para uma mulher de classe média, com 48 anos, acima do peso, que vai usá-lo para se proteger do sol aqui na "capital do capitalismo", onde as mulheres e homens em sua maioria se vestem de terno e gravata e &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;taiêrs&lt;/span&gt; lindos e caros. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Há que se ter cuidado pois pode parecer mais uma louca pela rua. Embora aqui ninguém me conheça, e eu possa "pagar o mico" que eu quiser, me sinto mal, vocês entendem, certo?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Aí fiz umas flores pequeninas de croché e fiz um tipo de &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;brochinho&lt;/span&gt; e ficou bem legal!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Agora já estou com a cabeça protegida e o rosto mais ainda!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;"&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Ei&lt;/span&gt;, Lúpus, você tá &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;fudido&lt;/span&gt; comigo!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Ah! Esqueci de dizer: "Emagreci 1kg (um quilo)".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Pouco? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Pô&lt;/span&gt;, pra quem está a meses fazendo dieta e até aumentou de peso... É uma &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;puta&lt;/span&gt; vitória!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Agora vou dormir um pouco.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Até qualquer hora.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Obrigado e voltem sempre!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3467386073510527952-1782320506521083536?l=bloglaurajardim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=29b51248340fd0f3&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=eccde4b0661922cb&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloglaurajardim.blogspot.com/feeds/1782320506521083536/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3467386073510527952&amp;postID=1782320506521083536&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3467386073510527952/posts/default/1782320506521083536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3467386073510527952/posts/default/1782320506521083536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloglaurajardim.blogspot.com/2009/01/meus-tres-chapeus.html' title='&lt;center&gt;Meus Três Chapéus!&lt;/center&gt;'/><author><name>Laura Jardim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17501936697972974775</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/_L9vNfWlSmcE/TNKqUVcDUfI/AAAAAAAAA5c/rdg4xzqrNYw/S220/29-10-10a.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L9vNfWlSmcE/SYRyFpMWjJI/AAAAAAAAAFk/rRy_25gNe1U/s72-c/chapeu5.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3467386073510527952.post-3010534078794779734</id><published>2009-01-07T18:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T12:53:44.020-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oração Contínua...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L9vNfWlSmcE/SWUBuJRUdoI/AAAAAAAAAEs/lplSjoG0raA/s1600-h/mulher_orando2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288635229690689154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 289px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L9vNfWlSmcE/SWUBuJRUdoI/AAAAAAAAAEs/lplSjoG0raA/s320/mulher_orando2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#666600;"&gt;Já faz algum tempo que eu não ajoelho (fisicamente) diante da Presença do Senhor e me entrego em oração. Mas todos os dias eu clamo a ele por mim, minhas filhas, minha mãe, meu marido e todos os meus, enfim...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#666600;"&gt;Hoje estou postando esta oração em especial:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#666600;"&gt;Pai Amado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#666600;"&gt;Estou aqui em Sua presença para te clamar por um pouquinho de Sua Santa Mão sobre mim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#666600;"&gt;Estou sem sossego em minha alma não durmo mais direito faz dias!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#666600;"&gt;Quando durmo é o dia todo e isso não é bom! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Acordo&lt;/span&gt; sempre de mal humor e tenho que me controlar pra não deixar o &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Plínio&lt;/span&gt; perceber, pois sei que ele também não está legal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#666600;"&gt;Sinto falta de irmãos na fé, de amigos...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#666600;"&gt;Sinto falta do Caminho da Graça. (Nunca mais fui!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#666600;"&gt;Pai, preciso emagrecer, Tu sabes!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#666600;"&gt;Preciso comprar minha máquina de lavar, mas dependo de um sim do Plínio. Pois &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;se fizer&lt;/span&gt; a compra sem a concordância dele,pode acontecer dele não querer pagar e aí, como fica?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#666600;"&gt;Este &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;mês&lt;/span&gt; de Janeiro é o pior para mim, pois é o &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;mês&lt;/span&gt; em que minha filha morreu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#666600;"&gt;É, dia 28 de Janeiro irá fazer 20 anos que &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Yana&lt;/span&gt; morreu!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#666600;"&gt;Parece que foi ontem!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#666600;"&gt;Ainda sinto aquela dor como uma espada me rasgando ao meio!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#666600;"&gt;Depois que me mudei para este apartamento não saio mais de casa pra nada! Não tenho a menor vontade!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#666600;"&gt;Senhor, dá vida a minha vida!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#666600;"&gt;Dê vontade de viver!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#666600;"&gt;Não tenho mais aquela criatividade que tinha antes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#666600;"&gt;Nem minha cachorrinha sai mais pra passear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#666600;"&gt;Não chego nem mais até a janela.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#666600;"&gt;Estou "morrendo" aqui dentro!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#666600;"&gt;Ânimo, Senhor! Preciso de ânimo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#666600;"&gt;Te pesso tudo isso em O Nome de Jesus!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#666600;"&gt;Amém...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Obrigado e voltem sempre!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3467386073510527952-3010534078794779734?l=bloglaurajardim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloglaurajardim.blogspot.com/feeds/3010534078794779734/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3467386073510527952&amp;postID=3010534078794779734&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3467386073510527952/posts/default/3010534078794779734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3467386073510527952/posts/default/3010534078794779734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloglaurajardim.blogspot.com/2009/01/orao-contnua.html' title='&lt;center&gt;Oração Contínua...&lt;/center&gt;'/><author><name>Laura Jardim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17501936697972974775</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/_L9vNfWlSmcE/TNKqUVcDUfI/AAAAAAAAA5c/rdg4xzqrNYw/S220/29-10-10a.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L9vNfWlSmcE/SWUBuJRUdoI/AAAAAAAAAEs/lplSjoG0raA/s72-c/mulher_orando2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3467386073510527952.post-644658620098129368</id><published>2009-01-02T19:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T20:02:29.578-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Em Homenagem Ao Safado do meu Ex-Marido!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L9vNfWlSmcE/SV7fbazztEI/AAAAAAAAAEk/xaJNrTJWxGs/s1600-h/vestido+pendurado.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286908674725622850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 316px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L9vNfWlSmcE/SV7fbazztEI/AAAAAAAAAEk/xaJNrTJWxGs/s320/vestido+pendurado.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Pra começar bem o Ano, no mês da morte de minha filha Yana (28/01/1989),&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;um bom desabafo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;Apenas uma "singela homenagem" ao pai de minhas filhas que se mandou, deixando me sem nada e fugiu com a prima, eu muito doente e tendo perdido uma de nossas filhas de um aneurisma cerebral!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O caso do vestido&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;Nossa mãe, o que é aquele vestido, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;naquele prego?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;Minhas filhas, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;é o vestido de uma dona que passou.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;Passou quando, nossa mãe?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;Era nossa conhecida?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;Minhas filhas, boca presa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;Vosso pai evém chegando.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;Nossa mãe, dizei depressa que vestido é esse vestido.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;Minhas filhas, mas o corpo ficou frio e não o veste.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;O vestido, nesse prego,está morto, sossegado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;Nossa mãe, esse vestido tanta renda, esse segredo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;Minhas filhas, escutai palavras de minha boca. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;Era uma dona de longe,vosso pai enamorou-se. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;E ficou tão transtornado, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;se perdeu tanto de nós,se afastou de toda vida,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;se fechou, se devorou.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;Chorou no prato de carne,bebeu, gritou, me bateu,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;me deixou com vosso berço,foi para a dona de longe,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;mas a dona não ligou.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;Em vão o pai implorou,dava apólice, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;fazenda,dava carro, dava ouro,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;beberia seu sobejo,lamberia seu sapato.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;Mas a dona nem ligou.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;Então vosso pai, irado,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;me pediu que lhe pedisse,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;a essa dona tão perversa,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;que tivesse paciênciae fosse dormir com ele...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;Nossa mãe, por que chorais?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;Nosso lenço vos cedemos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;Minhas filhas, vosso paichega ao pátio. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;Disfarcemos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;Nossa mãe, não escutamos pisar de pé no degrau.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;Minhas filhas, procureiaquela mulher do demo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;E lhe roguei que aplacassemde meu marido a vontade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;Eu não amo teu marido,me falou ela se rindo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;Mas posso ficar com elese a senhora fizer gosto,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;só para lhe satisfazer,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;não por mim, não quero homem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;Olhei para vosso pai,os olhos dele pediam.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;Olhei para a dona ruim,os olhos dela gozavam.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;O seu vestido de renda,de colo mui devassado,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;mais mostrava que escondia as partes da pecadora.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;Eu fiz meu pelo-sinal,me curvei... disse que sim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;Saí pensando na morte,mas a morte não chegava.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;Andei pelas cinco ruas,passei ponte, passei rio,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;visitei vossos parentes,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;não comia, não falava,tive uma febre terçã,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;mas a morte não chegava.Fiquei fora de perigo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;fiquei de cabeça branca,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;perdi meus dentes, meus olhos,costurei, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;lavei, fiz doce,minhas mãos se escalavraram,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;meus anéis se dispersaram,minha corrente de ouro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;pagou conta de farmácia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;Vosso pai sumiu no mundo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;O mundo é grande e pequeno.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;Um dia a dona soberbame aparece já sem nada,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;pobre, desfeita, mofina,com sua trouxa na mão.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;Dona, me disse baixinho,não te dou vosso marido,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;que não sei onde ele anda.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;Mas te dou este vestido,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;última peça de luxo que guardei como lembrança &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;daquele dia de cobra,da maior humilhação.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;Eu não tinha amor por ele,ao depois amor pegou.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;Mas então ele enjoado &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;confessou que só gostava de mim como eu era dantes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;Me joguei a suas plantas,fiz toda sorte de dengo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;no chão rocei minha cara,me puxei pelos cabelos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;me lancei na correnteza,me cortei de canivete,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;me atirei no sumidouro,bebi fel e gasolina,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;rezei duzentas novenas,dona, de nada valeu:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;vosso marido sumiu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;Aqui trago minha roupaque recorda meu malfeito&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;de ofender dona casadapisando no seu orgulho.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;Recebei esse vestido e me dai vosso perdão.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;Olhei para a cara dela, quede os olhos cintilantes?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;quede graça de sorriso, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;quede colo de camélia?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;quede aquela cinturinhadelgada como jeitosa?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;quede pezinhos calçadoscom sandálias de cetim?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;Olhei muito para ela,boca não disse palavra.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;Peguei o vestido, pus nesse prego da parede.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;Ela se foi de mansinho &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;e já na ponta da estrada vosso pai aparecia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;Olhou para mim em silêncio,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;mal reparou no vestido e disse apenas: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;Mulher,põe mais um prato na mesa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;Eu fiz, ele se assentou,comeu, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;limpou o suor,era sempre o mesmo homem,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;comia meio de ladoe nem estava mais velho.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;O barulho da comidana boca, me acalentava,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;me dava uma grande paz,um sentimento esquisito &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;de que tudo foi um sonho,vestido não há... nem nada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;Minhas filhas, eis que ouçovosso pai subindo a escada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;Carlos Drummond de Andrade(1902-1987)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div 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Noel!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L9vNfWlSmcE/SUiLVTbRMiI/AAAAAAAAAEU/k-MqEuPDFbE/s1600-h/papainoel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280623761200067106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L9vNfWlSmcE/SUiLVTbRMiI/AAAAAAAAAEU/k-MqEuPDFbE/s320/papainoel.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663333;"&gt;Sempre fico esperando até a última hora, até o último instante.&lt;br /&gt;Se ele vai chegar antes, ou na hora... nem me preocupo, sei que ele vem!&lt;br /&gt;Se ele vai se atrasar, se vai demorar, eu espero.&lt;br /&gt;E se acontecer dele não vir neste Natal, esperarei até o ano que vem.&lt;br /&gt;Mas estarei sempre esperando.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Faz&lt;/span&gt; 48 anos que o espero mas ele não veio ainda!&lt;br /&gt;Sei que ele vai visitar muitas pessoas, sei também que foi minha mãe quem me amaldiçoou pra não receber as visitas dele.&lt;br /&gt;É, pois de tanto ela falar que o Natal é isso e/ou aquilo,&lt;br /&gt;que fiquei marcada.&lt;br /&gt;Mas sei que não há maldição que dure pra sempre. Por isso espero.&lt;br /&gt;Na minha vida eu só fiz esperar.&lt;br /&gt;Estou pensando em escrever uma lista coisas que espero... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663333;"&gt;Eu espero:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663333;"&gt;°Que minhas filhas venham passar o Natal aqui comigo;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663333;"&gt;°Que minhas filhas venham aqui um dia!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663333;"&gt;°Que meu marido queira me levar pra passear;&lt;br /&gt;°Que eu compre amanhã minha máquina de lavar;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663333;"&gt;°Que eu tenha dinheiro pra pagar minhas contas;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663333;"&gt;°Que eu emagreça até o ponto certo pra manter minha saúde;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663333;"&gt;°Não ficar tão cansada quando andar;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663333;"&gt;°Que meus pés não doam ao andar na rua;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663333;"&gt;°Que não tenha mais &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;cãibras&lt;/span&gt;;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663333;"&gt;°Que minha geladeira esteja sempre cheia de frutas, verduras, legumes e carnes;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663333;"&gt;°Que meu marido volte a ser como antes: muito carinhoso comigo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663333;"&gt;°Que 2009 seja O Melhor Ano Da Minha Vida!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663333;"&gt;°°Tem muito mais! Mas por enquanto fico por aqui.°°&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;°°°°°°&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Obrigado e voltem sempre!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3467386073510527952-6420967270980762218?l=bloglaurajardim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3467386073510527952/posts/default/6420967270980762218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3467386073510527952/posts/default/6420967270980762218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloglaurajardim.blogspot.com/2008/12/eu-acredito-em-papai-noel.html' title='&lt;center&gt;Eu Acredito em Papai Noel!&lt;/center&gt;'/><author><name>Laura Jardim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17501936697972974775</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/_L9vNfWlSmcE/TNKqUVcDUfI/AAAAAAAAA5c/rdg4xzqrNYw/S220/29-10-10a.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L9vNfWlSmcE/SUiLVTbRMiI/AAAAAAAAAEU/k-MqEuPDFbE/s72-c/papainoel.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3467386073510527952.post-8512382312747598629</id><published>2008-12-16T12:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T12:27:31.989-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sem Ânimo!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L9vNfWlSmcE/SUgOjMpcFRI/AAAAAAAAADE/YB5FC38ZZLY/s1600-h/desanimada.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280486560945149202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 156px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L9vNfWlSmcE/SUgOjMpcFRI/AAAAAAAAADE/YB5FC38ZZLY/s200/desanimada.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;Minha vontade de escrever hoje vai muito além da minha vontade de ficar deitada, sem fazer nada, sem &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ânimo&lt;/span&gt;... Como tem sido estes últimos dias.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;Preciso escrever, preciso colocar tudo pra fora!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;Estou sem vontade de nada...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;Nem de ir aqui &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;em baixo&lt;/span&gt; do prédio, na &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;petshop&lt;/span&gt; levar a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Bianca&lt;/span&gt; pra tomar um banho.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;estou largada no sofá, não sinto vontade de nada nada!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;Deus, me ajude! Me traga de volta!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Obrigado e voltem sempre!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3467386073510527952-8512382312747598629?l=bloglaurajardim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloglaurajardim.blogspot.com/feeds/8512382312747598629/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3467386073510527952&amp;postID=8512382312747598629&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3467386073510527952/posts/default/8512382312747598629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3467386073510527952/posts/default/8512382312747598629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloglaurajardim.blogspot.com/2008/12/sem-nimo.html' title='Sem Ânimo!'/><author><name>Laura Jardim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17501936697972974775</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/_L9vNfWlSmcE/TNKqUVcDUfI/AAAAAAAAA5c/rdg4xzqrNYw/S220/29-10-10a.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L9vNfWlSmcE/SUgOjMpcFRI/AAAAAAAAADE/YB5FC38ZZLY/s72-c/desanimada.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3467386073510527952.post-1162342857668757456</id><published>2008-12-12T13:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T13:49:03.982-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Meus dias mais tranquilos... Mas a alma inquieta!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L9vNfWlSmcE/SULb5VgY3QI/AAAAAAAAACk/cBZ27G0vK5c/s1600-h/momentos.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279023491303660802" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 177px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L9vNfWlSmcE/SULb5VgY3QI/AAAAAAAAACk/cBZ27G0vK5c/s200/momentos.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Não terminei de escrever no último post que minha vida financeira mudou, e pra melhor.&lt;br /&gt;Hj não estou rica, mas não devo a ninguém, estou morando em imóvel próprio, e temos planos de adquirir um outro imóvel maior no futuro.&lt;br /&gt;Mas em minha alma muita coisa precisa ser curada, precisa ser tratada...&lt;br /&gt;Meu marido ainda está longe de saber o que quer pra sua vida. Comigo é diferente! Eu sei o que quero, mas não vou atropelá-lo pois em tudo que tenho planejado, ele está.&lt;br /&gt;Em meus planos sempre estarão meus amores, meu homem, minhas filhas, minha mãe...&lt;br /&gt;Sei que sou só. Não é uma questão de se sentir sozinha. É que sou só mesmo!&lt;br /&gt;Não posso contar com ninguém e contar pra ninguém o que vai dentro de mim, pois sei que nunca, ninguém irá entender...&lt;br /&gt;Tenho uma alegria dentro de mim que precisa ser extrapolada, ser posta pra fora.&lt;br /&gt;Gosto de festas, de sair, de ir à barzinhos... Não vou porque não tenho com quem ir. É, meu homem não gosta de sair. O que é uma pena!&lt;br /&gt;Nestes dias que antecedem ao Natal, tenho muita vontade de ir aos shopings, Sair àa ruas para ver as decorações de Natal...&lt;br /&gt;Aqui em Sampa é tudo tão lindo e capricho!&lt;br /&gt;Aqui em casa não monto mais árvores de Natal, luzes nas janelas, nada! Pois sei que ele não gosta de Natal.&lt;br /&gt;Não me arrumo, fico com roupas velhas ou de pijamas o tempo todo!&lt;br /&gt;Isso não é meu normal, nunca foi!&lt;br /&gt;As roupas que estão no meu armário não estão cabendo em mim pois engordei muito. E estou com muitas dificuldades em emagrecer.&lt;br /&gt;Tudo que queria é emagrecer! Facilitaria tanto minha vida! Poderia fazer tudo sem ter dores de coluna.&lt;br /&gt;Preciso fazer faxina na casa, dar banho na minha cachorra, fazer tantas coisas que não tenho conseguido por canta de dores de coluna que o excesso de peso tem provocado.&lt;br /&gt;Estou tomando remédios pra tireóides, mas não posso tomar remédios pra emagrecer...&lt;br /&gt;Também estou tentando fazer uma dieta...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Obrigado e voltem sempre!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3467386073510527952-1162342857668757456?l=bloglaurajardim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloglaurajardim.blogspot.com/feeds/1162342857668757456/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3467386073510527952&amp;postID=1162342857668757456&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3467386073510527952/posts/default/1162342857668757456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3467386073510527952/posts/default/1162342857668757456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloglaurajardim.blogspot.com/2008/12/meus-dias-mais-tranquilos-mas-alma.html' title='Meus dias mais tranquilos... Mas a alma inquieta!'/><author><name>Laura Jardim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17501936697972974775</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/_L9vNfWlSmcE/TNKqUVcDUfI/AAAAAAAAA5c/rdg4xzqrNYw/S220/29-10-10a.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L9vNfWlSmcE/SULb5VgY3QI/AAAAAAAAACk/cBZ27G0vK5c/s72-c/momentos.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3467386073510527952.post-924488102788460977</id><published>2008-11-21T15:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T15:58:43.972-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hoje é Sexta Feira...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L9vNfWlSmcE/SSdIhUid5II/AAAAAAAAACQ/y7jb2GzT7GU/s1600-h/mulhernopalco.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271261626146612354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 132px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L9vNfWlSmcE/SSdIhUid5II/AAAAAAAAACQ/y7jb2GzT7GU/s200/mulhernopalco.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Ai, se eu pudesse sair. Se não tivesse medo de sair sozinha nesta São Paulo de meu Deus!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Sairia pra um show daqueles onde eu pudesse dançar, pular, gritar e ficar feliz... Pelo menos por algumas horas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Conheceria pessoas, faria amigos...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Dias e dias trancada aqui dentro sem sair de casa eu fico pensando na minha vida se esvaindo... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Estou triste, desassossegada e solitária.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Quero escrever mais, escrever muito, mas as palavrs vem e vão. Não ficam...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Da útima vez postei aqui neste blog, eu estava numa situação financeira terrível!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Nome sujo, devendo aluguel, condomínio, luz, sem gás, sem expectativa, apenas com esperança e fé.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Obrigado e voltem sempre!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3467386073510527952-924488102788460977?l=bloglaurajardim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloglaurajardim.blogspot.com/feeds/924488102788460977/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3467386073510527952&amp;postID=924488102788460977&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3467386073510527952/posts/default/924488102788460977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3467386073510527952/posts/default/924488102788460977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloglaurajardim.blogspot.com/2008/11/hoje-sexta-feira.html' title='Hoje é Sexta Feira...'/><author><name>Laura Jardim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17501936697972974775</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/_L9vNfWlSmcE/TNKqUVcDUfI/AAAAAAAAA5c/rdg4xzqrNYw/S220/29-10-10a.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L9vNfWlSmcE/SSdIhUid5II/AAAAAAAAACQ/y7jb2GzT7GU/s72-c/mulhernopalco.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3467386073510527952.post-7964807992079597037</id><published>2007-05-21T19:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T23:14:41.444-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Esperança...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L9vNfWlSmcE/RlJd-qnudxI/AAAAAAAAAAs/8Lrk__9n7u8/s1600-h/janela_borboleta.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067215861919414034" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L9vNfWlSmcE/RlJd-qnudxI/AAAAAAAAAAs/8Lrk__9n7u8/s200/janela_borboleta.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;De uns tempos pra cá tenho vivido de esperas e de esperanças... Em que &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;exatamente&lt;/span&gt; não sei. Mas como esta Espera-Esperança é Fé que me foi dada tão logo eu pedi ao Pai estando debaixo da Graça de Jesus e a cada dia me &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;conscientizando&lt;/span&gt; dela... Esta fé me tem alimentado. Me tem feito ficar em silêncio, quando a vontade de minha alma é gritar por socorro!&lt;br /&gt;Mas Ele sabe do que vai no meu coração muito mais que eu.&lt;br /&gt;Então, a Fé que vem junto a Esperança me faz crer que haverá um amanhã, que o sol vai iluminar a terra no dia seguinte, aí e então eu espero.&lt;br /&gt;Sei que não é hora de caminhar, pois nenhum caminho ainda me foi traçado pela mente nem vontade de nada eu tenho tido.&lt;br /&gt;Sei que morta não estou pois meu coração pulsa e tenho dores. E dores fortes.&lt;br /&gt;Prazeres físicos também não tenho... Mas tenho sonhos e estes me apontam sinal de que minha mente está funcionando!&lt;br /&gt;Olho meu amado e ele me vê o olhando.&lt;br /&gt;Penso que ele está achando que não me importo. Mas ele também sabe que estou esperando.&lt;br /&gt;Nada lhe disse, nada, nada!&lt;br /&gt;Meu amado é parte de mim e eu sou parte dele. Então ele também está nos "planos" de espera.&lt;br /&gt;Quem me conhece é o meu Senhor. Quem me ama é o meu Senhor que também ama o meu amado! É seu pai e Senhor como é meu.&lt;br /&gt;Então está tudo bem! Quando nada vai bem, está tudo bem, eu afirmo!&lt;br /&gt;Lendo mensagens cartas, informativos, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;devocionais&lt;/span&gt; e tudo enfim no site www.caiofabio.com, ouvindo as "pregações" da rádio do site... Pesquisando, estudando na Palavra e fazendo até um "certo jogo de memória" com o que já foi plantado dentro em mim... Me mantenho viva na Esperança-Fé-Espera.&lt;br /&gt;Dou Glórias ao Senhor por ter sido alcançada pela Graça e a Graça ter me alcançado. Ai, como dou Graças por ter a Graça!&lt;br /&gt;Loucura &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;pros&lt;/span&gt; homens! Ah, sim! Esta é minha sina... Sempre me chamavam louca por minhas &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;ideias&lt;/span&gt; e transparências...&lt;br /&gt;Estou no caminho do Caminho... Esperando como se a minha volta houvesse um "muro de Jericó" a ser demolido. Acho que é esperando fortalecimento nos pulmões da alma pra realmente gritar e tudo ruir...&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Obrigado e voltem sempre!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3467386073510527952-7964807992079597037?l=bloglaurajardim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloglaurajardim.blogspot.com/feeds/7964807992079597037/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3467386073510527952&amp;postID=7964807992079597037&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3467386073510527952/posts/default/7964807992079597037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3467386073510527952/posts/default/7964807992079597037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloglaurajardim.blogspot.com/2007/05/esperana.html' title='Esperança...'/><author><name>Laura Jardim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17501936697972974775</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/_L9vNfWlSmcE/TNKqUVcDUfI/AAAAAAAAA5c/rdg4xzqrNYw/S220/29-10-10a.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L9vNfWlSmcE/RlJd-qnudxI/AAAAAAAAAAs/8Lrk__9n7u8/s72-c/janela_borboleta.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3467386073510527952.post-906839058555617858</id><published>2007-05-07T16:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-07T16:47:26.164-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Delírios... Delírios? Será? Serão?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;  Morte e sentimentos&lt;br /&gt;Os sentimentos continuam depois que a gente morre?&lt;br /&gt;Os sentimentos morrem também.&lt;br /&gt;Os sentimentos permanecem pós-morte se assim desejar.&lt;br /&gt;?????&lt;br /&gt;Morre.&lt;br /&gt;Sente.&lt;br /&gt;Morte, sentimentos!&lt;br /&gt;Sentimentos, morre!&lt;br /&gt;Morte sentimentos.&lt;br /&gt;Sentimentos morre.&lt;br /&gt;Medo chave óculos dança com sem cem depois viver sobre e subvida&lt;br /&gt;Criança desejo sonho amor caminho dor dor dor e dor&lt;br /&gt;Caminho falar sentir sentidos capricho depois baratas ódio nojo&lt;br /&gt;Freio árvore madrugada pão bolo coca cola  suor direito desejo projeto...&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Obrigado e voltem sempre!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3467386073510527952-906839058555617858?l=bloglaurajardim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloglaurajardim.blogspot.com/feeds/906839058555617858/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3467386073510527952&amp;postID=906839058555617858&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3467386073510527952/posts/default/906839058555617858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3467386073510527952/posts/default/906839058555617858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloglaurajardim.blogspot.com/2007/05/delrios-delrios-ser-sero.html' title='Delírios... Delírios? Será? Serão?'/><author><name>Laura Jardim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17501936697972974775</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/_L9vNfWlSmcE/TNKqUVcDUfI/AAAAAAAAA5c/rdg4xzqrNYw/S220/29-10-10a.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3467386073510527952.post-8373451890343665430</id><published>2007-04-24T17:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-24T17:24:43.277-07:00</updated><title type='text'>O que eu estou esperando?</title><content type='html'>O que estou esperando ouvir e aprender que ainda não sei?&lt;br /&gt;Por que fico a ouvir pregações e a ouvir indefinidamente?&lt;br /&gt;Eu não sei.&lt;br /&gt;Eu não sei!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Obrigado e voltem sempre!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3467386073510527952-8373451890343665430?l=bloglaurajardim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloglaurajardim.blogspot.com/feeds/8373451890343665430/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3467386073510527952&amp;postID=8373451890343665430&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3467386073510527952/posts/default/8373451890343665430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3467386073510527952/posts/default/8373451890343665430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloglaurajardim.blogspot.com/2007/04/o-que-eu-estou-esperando.html' title='O que eu estou esperando?'/><author><name>Laura Jardim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17501936697972974775</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/_L9vNfWlSmcE/TNKqUVcDUfI/AAAAAAAAA5c/rdg4xzqrNYw/S220/29-10-10a.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3467386073510527952.post-6545267251858551411</id><published>2007-04-24T16:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-24T16:15:59.931-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Teste</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Obrigado e voltem sempre!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3467386073510527952-6545267251858551411?l=bloglaurajardim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloglaurajardim.blogspot.com/feeds/6545267251858551411/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L9vNfWlSmcE/TNKqUVcDUfI/AAAAAAAAA5c/rdg4xzqrNYw/S220/29-10-10a.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3467386073510527952.post-7051996276511843813</id><published>2007-04-24T14:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-24T14:05:52.481-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Quem vem me ajudar?</title><content type='html'>Hoje, como nestes últimos dias tenho acordado muito tarde.&lt;br /&gt;Sem pão, sem carne, sem geladeira...&lt;br /&gt;Sem frutas, sem verduras e sem legumes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sem nenhum dinheiro!&lt;br /&gt;Quem vem me ajudar?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Obrigado e voltem sempre!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3467386073510527952-7051996276511843813?l=bloglaurajardim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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