<?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-31705860</id><updated>2012-02-07T10:40:02.984-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Historias e Estórias</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mlaranja.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31705860/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mlaranja.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Laranja</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06768627853129772124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YOf3XPkKkSA/TAiJG-kOSSI/AAAAAAAAAJE/_IvcMkVTm8Y/S220/fds+fazendinha3+136.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>55</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31705860.post-5789125993121881673</id><published>2012-02-02T11:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-02T11:55:57.498-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Vontade eu tenho, me falta coragem!</title><content type='html'>... estou a ponto de desistir.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31705860-5789125993121881673?l=mlaranja.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mlaranja.blogspot.com/feeds/5789125993121881673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31705860&amp;postID=5789125993121881673' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31705860/posts/default/5789125993121881673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31705860/posts/default/5789125993121881673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mlaranja.blogspot.com/2012/02/vontade-eu-tenho-me-falta-coragem.html' title='Vontade eu tenho, me falta coragem!'/><author><name>Laranja</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06768627853129772124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YOf3XPkKkSA/TAiJG-kOSSI/AAAAAAAAAJE/_IvcMkVTm8Y/S220/fds+fazendinha3+136.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31705860.post-3544135265165661167</id><published>2011-10-31T10:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-31T10:12:31.200-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Modéstia Mineira!</title><content type='html'>Estava um amigo num passeio em Roma quando, ao visitar a Catedral de São Pedro ficou abismado ao ver uma coluna de mármore com um telefone de ouro em cima.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vendo um jovem padre que passava pelo local foi perguntar razão daquela ostentação.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O padre então lhe disse que aquele telefone estava ligado a uma linha direta com o paraíso e que se ele quisesse fazer uma ligação teria de pagar  100 dólares.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ficou tentado com o trem porém declinou da oferta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Continuando a viagem pela Itália encontrou outras igrejas com o mesmo telefone de ouro na coluna de mármore. Em cada uma das ocasiões  perguntou a razão da existência e a resposta era sempre a mesma:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Linha direta com o paraíso ao custo de 100 dólares a ligação.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Depois da Itália, chegando ao Brasil, foi direto para  Belo Horizonte. Ao visitar a nossa gloriosa Catedral de Nossa Senhora da Boa Viagem, ficou surpreso ao ver novamente a mesma cena: uma coluna de  mármore com um telefone de ouro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sob o telefone um cartaz que dizia: LINHA DIRETA COM OPARAÍSO - PREÇO POR LIGAÇÃO = R$ 0,25 (vinte e cinco centavos).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não agüentou e disse: Uai... padre viajei por toda a Itália e em todas as catedrais que visitei vi telefones exatamente iguais a este, mas o preço da chamada era 100 dólares. Por que aqui é somente R$ 25 centavos?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O Padre sorriu e disse ao meu amigo: - Você está em Minas Gerais e aqui a ligação é local!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O PARAÍSO É AQUI... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hSIhUj7aSTw&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31705860-3544135265165661167?l=mlaranja.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mlaranja.blogspot.com/feeds/3544135265165661167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31705860&amp;postID=3544135265165661167' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31705860/posts/default/3544135265165661167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31705860/posts/default/3544135265165661167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mlaranja.blogspot.com/2011/10/modestia-mineira.html' title='Modéstia Mineira!'/><author><name>Laranja</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06768627853129772124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YOf3XPkKkSA/TAiJG-kOSSI/AAAAAAAAAJE/_IvcMkVTm8Y/S220/fds+fazendinha3+136.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31705860.post-621593147112140205</id><published>2011-08-29T09:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-29T09:21:44.840-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kezia....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fRY22pN3h6s/Tlu8XZ_waTI/AAAAAAAAAK0/wqGsSIp9onc/s1600/IMG_9541.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fRY22pN3h6s/Tlu8XZ_waTI/AAAAAAAAAK0/wqGsSIp9onc/s400/IMG_9541.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646313668140362034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ela enche a minha vida. &lt;br /&gt;Ela é a resposta às minhas ansiedades. &lt;br /&gt;Ela me dá aquilo que eu nem sei que eu preciso – às vezes é paz, outras vezes confusão. &lt;br /&gt;Eu tenho certeza que ela é linda por que não consigo deixar de olhá-la. &lt;br /&gt;Tenho certeza que é a pessoa mais sensual do mundo, uma vez que eu não consigo tirar as mãos dela. &lt;br /&gt;Certamente é brilhante, já que ela fala e eu babo. &lt;br /&gt;E, claro, a mulher mais engraçada do mundo, pois me faz rir o tempo inteiro. &lt;br /&gt;Tem também um senso de humor inteligentíssimo, visto que adora as minhas piadas. &lt;br /&gt;Com ela eu viajo, durmo, como, transo e até brigo bem. &lt;br /&gt;Ela extrai o melhor e o pior de mim, faz com que eu me sinta inteiro."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31705860-621593147112140205?l=mlaranja.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mlaranja.blogspot.com/feeds/621593147112140205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31705860&amp;postID=621593147112140205' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31705860/posts/default/621593147112140205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31705860/posts/default/621593147112140205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mlaranja.blogspot.com/2011/08/kezia.html' title='Kezia....'/><author><name>Laranja</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06768627853129772124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YOf3XPkKkSA/TAiJG-kOSSI/AAAAAAAAAJE/_IvcMkVTm8Y/S220/fds+fazendinha3+136.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fRY22pN3h6s/Tlu8XZ_waTI/AAAAAAAAAK0/wqGsSIp9onc/s72-c/IMG_9541.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31705860.post-4427839846622949856</id><published>2010-11-21T17:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-04-07T19:26:30.573-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Eu e Elas....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Vn-QyMTdg0g/TZ5yQFXN3wI/AAAAAAAAAKo/oPT2pKDBBcY/s1600/_DSC4656.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Vn-QyMTdg0g/TZ5yQFXN3wI/AAAAAAAAAKo/oPT2pKDBBcY/s400/_DSC4656.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593033407883763458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pq demorou tanto assim para aparecer?&lt;br /&gt;queria q vc estivesse na minha vida desde o inicio.... &lt;br /&gt;ja q não tem como,&lt;br /&gt;fique ate o final....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31705860-4427839846622949856?l=mlaranja.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mlaranja.blogspot.com/feeds/4427839846622949856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31705860&amp;postID=4427839846622949856' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31705860/posts/default/4427839846622949856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31705860/posts/default/4427839846622949856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mlaranja.blogspot.com/2010/11/eu-e-elas.html' title='Eu e Elas....'/><author><name>Laranja</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06768627853129772124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YOf3XPkKkSA/TAiJG-kOSSI/AAAAAAAAAJE/_IvcMkVTm8Y/S220/fds+fazendinha3+136.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Vn-QyMTdg0g/TZ5yQFXN3wI/AAAAAAAAAKo/oPT2pKDBBcY/s72-c/_DSC4656.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31705860.post-1810998406006733757</id><published>2010-09-24T15:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-24T16:31:39.895-07:00</updated><title type='text'>She´s everything to me</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YOf3XPkKkSA/TJ0y5wo36gI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/9FgZEePIZo0/s1600/Lua+Cheia.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 290px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YOf3XPkKkSA/TJ0y5wo36gI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/9FgZEePIZo0/s400/Lua+Cheia.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520624686116366850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por 2 meses a maior coisa que escutei foi que eu sou um bom filho.&lt;br /&gt;Mas na verdade, eu não sou um bom filho, minha mãe que sempre foi uma boa mãe.&lt;br /&gt;Ela sempre me apoiou em tudo que eu fiz, e as vezes até incentivou, inclusive as besteiras e por isso eu amo ela!&lt;br /&gt;Então mães, sejam tão boas para seus filhos, como minha mãe foi pra mim. E filhos, sejam tão bons pra suas mães, como eu fui pra minha.&lt;br /&gt;Desculpa, mas não vejo como falar de amor sem ser piegas, então peço licença pra dizer que a partir da noite de 23/09/2010 quando olhar pro céu, pode procurar por uma nova estrela, uma estrela eterna, eterna Stella.&lt;br /&gt;Te amo mãe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foto: Lua se pondo&lt;br /&gt;Autor: Fernando Lang da Silveira &lt;br /&gt;http://www.if.ufrgs.br/~lang/imagens/imagens.html&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31705860-1810998406006733757?l=mlaranja.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mlaranja.blogspot.com/feeds/1810998406006733757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31705860&amp;postID=1810998406006733757' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31705860/posts/default/1810998406006733757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31705860/posts/default/1810998406006733757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mlaranja.blogspot.com/2010/09/shes-everything-to-me.html' title='She´s everything to me'/><author><name>Laranja</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06768627853129772124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YOf3XPkKkSA/TAiJG-kOSSI/AAAAAAAAAJE/_IvcMkVTm8Y/S220/fds+fazendinha3+136.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YOf3XPkKkSA/TJ0y5wo36gI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/9FgZEePIZo0/s72-c/Lua+Cheia.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31705860.post-9095361162086637448</id><published>2010-09-23T19:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-29T17:20:49.104-07:00</updated><title type='text'>De dia sol, de noite estrela, sempre Stella</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YOf3XPkKkSA/TKPXY-cejgI/AAAAAAAAAKM/t7U6jEC-m-M/s1600/luacheia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YOf3XPkKkSA/TKPXY-cejgI/AAAAAAAAAKM/t7U6jEC-m-M/s400/luacheia.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522494392165633538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alguem ai alem de reparar a lua cheia, viu que o dia tambem foi maravilhoso?Pois é, 23 de setembro de 2010&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foto: Gabriela Ribeiro Ássimos&lt;br /&gt;24/09/2010 - Serra da Moeda&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31705860-9095361162086637448?l=mlaranja.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mlaranja.blogspot.com/feeds/9095361162086637448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31705860&amp;postID=9095361162086637448' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31705860/posts/default/9095361162086637448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31705860/posts/default/9095361162086637448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mlaranja.blogspot.com/2010/09/de-dia-sol-de-noite-lua-sempre-estrella.html' title='De dia sol, de noite estrela, sempre Stella'/><author><name>Laranja</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06768627853129772124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YOf3XPkKkSA/TAiJG-kOSSI/AAAAAAAAAJE/_IvcMkVTm8Y/S220/fds+fazendinha3+136.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YOf3XPkKkSA/TKPXY-cejgI/AAAAAAAAAKM/t7U6jEC-m-M/s72-c/luacheia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31705860.post-3614594964201495372</id><published>2010-09-19T14:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-19T15:04:53.674-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ela</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YOf3XPkKkSA/TJaILP_nGoI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/HJ3L78w6JHU/s1600/Mae.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YOf3XPkKkSA/TJaILP_nGoI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/HJ3L78w6JHU/s400/Mae.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518748120242395778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que seja feita a vontade Dele e a vontade Dele se realiza em nossos atos.&lt;br /&gt;Ela sempre dedicou a sua vida, a sua atenção, o seu carinho ao outro, agora chegou a vez Dela receber de volta.&lt;br /&gt;A Estrela que sempre iluminou o caminho, agora precisa de força para continuar a brilhar, força que vem com carinho, atenção e dedicação.&lt;br /&gt;“Não basta oração, jejum ou meditação se faltar amor”.&lt;br /&gt;Amar entre outras coisas, quando amo, deixo minha vida de lado, mas vale a pena, até porque esse amor é por alguém que cedeu seu corpo e me deu a vida.&lt;br /&gt;Sempre soube e até já foi cantado: “love hurts”, mas agora me pergunto a toda hora: “Why it´s hurts so much?”&lt;br /&gt;Já me disseram que é porque eu mereço, já me disseram que é a vontade Dele.&lt;br /&gt;Então, que seja feita a Vossa vontade.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31705860-3614594964201495372?l=mlaranja.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mlaranja.blogspot.com/feeds/3614594964201495372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31705860&amp;postID=3614594964201495372' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31705860/posts/default/3614594964201495372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31705860/posts/default/3614594964201495372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mlaranja.blogspot.com/2010/09/ela.html' title='Ela'/><author><name>Laranja</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06768627853129772124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YOf3XPkKkSA/TAiJG-kOSSI/AAAAAAAAAJE/_IvcMkVTm8Y/S220/fds+fazendinha3+136.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YOf3XPkKkSA/TJaILP_nGoI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/HJ3L78w6JHU/s72-c/Mae.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31705860.post-12381270015634754</id><published>2010-07-28T12:59:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-28T13:01:25.075-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Eu na terceira pessoa</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YOf3XPkKkSA/TFCMWXnqtrI/AAAAAAAAAJk/5Kw9RjViLys/s1600/larsgv.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YOf3XPkKkSA/TFCMWXnqtrI/AAAAAAAAAJk/5Kw9RjViLys/s400/larsgv.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499049460944778930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amava tanto a liberdade que acabou preso à solidão....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31705860-12381270015634754?l=mlaranja.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mlaranja.blogspot.com/feeds/12381270015634754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31705860&amp;postID=12381270015634754' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31705860/posts/default/12381270015634754'/><link rel='self' 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voo!</title><content type='html'>Quando chega janeiro,&lt;br /&gt;É chuva no sudeste,&lt;br /&gt;Vou pro litoral fazer lift,&lt;br /&gt;Nas praias do nordeste!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Logo entra fevereiro,&lt;br /&gt;Comemorando o carnaval,&lt;br /&gt;Vou vestir minha fantasia,&lt;br /&gt;Pra decolar em Goval!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Com as águas de março,&lt;br /&gt;Termina o verão.&lt;br /&gt;Logo entra o outono,&lt;br /&gt;Vou decolar Moedão!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Já estamos em abril,&lt;br /&gt;Semana santa e CBP.&lt;br /&gt;Vou embora para Andradas,&lt;br /&gt;Depois pra Poços no PWC!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maio é o mês das mães,&lt;br /&gt;Coração apertado no peito.&lt;br /&gt;Vou embora pra Castelo,&lt;br /&gt;Voar com o prefeito!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O inverno vem com junho.&lt;br /&gt;É o mês de namorar.&lt;br /&gt;Pegue um parapente duplo,&lt;br /&gt;Leve seu amor pra voar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Julho é mês de festa,&lt;br /&gt;Com fogueira e bandeirinha.&lt;br /&gt;Vou voar em Santa Rita,&lt;br /&gt;De manhã cedo ou a tardinha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agosto tem vento forte,&lt;br /&gt;A biruta parece de pvc.&lt;br /&gt;Se o vento deu uma calada,&lt;br /&gt;Tem uma termal atrás de você!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As folhas me avisam,&lt;br /&gt;Que setembro já chegou.&lt;br /&gt;Teto alto todo dia,&lt;br /&gt;Cross country - race to goal!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Outubro é brincadeira,&lt;br /&gt;Mês das crianças e Araxá&lt;br /&gt;Decola na hora certa,&lt;br /&gt;Que seu recorde vai quebrar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Então já é novembro,&lt;br /&gt;E começa a chover.&lt;br /&gt;Vou pra rampa todo dia&lt;br /&gt;Decolar depois do CB&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dezembro é mês de festas,&lt;br /&gt;De natal e reweillon.&lt;br /&gt;Vou embora pra Floripa,&lt;br /&gt;Que tem praia e voo bom!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31705860-5969738029677857298?l=mlaranja.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mlaranja.blogspot.com/feeds/5969738029677857298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31705860&amp;postID=5969738029677857298' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31705860/posts/default/5969738029677857298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31705860/posts/default/5969738029677857298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mlaranja.blogspot.com/2010/03/ta-rolando-voo.html' title='Ta rolando voo!'/><author><name>Laranja</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06768627853129772124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YOf3XPkKkSA/TAiJG-kOSSI/AAAAAAAAAJE/_IvcMkVTm8Y/S220/fds+fazendinha3+136.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31705860.post-9071079806092684627</id><published>2009-09-25T09:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-12T10:19:45.348-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Afinal, palavras, são só palavras?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YOf3XPkKkSA/Srz2ZlNBOWI/AAAAAAAAAI0/tUhtShuPfyw/s1600-h/palavras.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 375px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YOf3XPkKkSA/Srz2ZlNBOWI/AAAAAAAAAI0/tUhtShuPfyw/s400/palavras.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385450173772151138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Palavras são como flecha, uma vez lançada, não volta mais...."&lt;br /&gt;Palavras podem ser doce e fazerem a vida mais saborosa....&lt;br /&gt;Palavras podem ser veneno, sem antídoto....&lt;br /&gt;Use bem suas palavras....&lt;br /&gt;Senão, é melhor ficar calado....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31705860-9071079806092684627?l=mlaranja.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mlaranja.blogspot.com/feeds/9071079806092684627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31705860&amp;postID=9071079806092684627' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31705860/posts/default/9071079806092684627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31705860/posts/default/9071079806092684627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mlaranja.blogspot.com/2009/09/afinal-palavras-sao-so-palavras.html' title='Afinal, palavras, são só palavras?'/><author><name>Laranja</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06768627853129772124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YOf3XPkKkSA/TAiJG-kOSSI/AAAAAAAAAJE/_IvcMkVTm8Y/S220/fds+fazendinha3+136.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YOf3XPkKkSA/Srz2ZlNBOWI/AAAAAAAAAI0/tUhtShuPfyw/s72-c/palavras.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31705860.post-7613551155984739162</id><published>2009-09-09T08:03:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T08:07:41.533-07:00</updated><title type='text'>é preciso amar antes de tudo....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YOf3XPkKkSA/SqfEFVcQEvI/AAAAAAAAAIs/94AKzmKrIWE/s1600-h/d-Fam%C3%ADlia+e+amigos+11.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YOf3XPkKkSA/SqfEFVcQEvI/AAAAAAAAAIs/94AKzmKrIWE/s400/d-Fam%C3%ADlia+e+amigos+11.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379483875851375346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É preciso ser forte para manter as pessoas que a gente ama próximo&lt;br /&gt;É preciso ser guerreiro e lutar até o último suspiro para ficar com aqueles que nos amam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É preciso ter amor à sua vida para encontrar o amor à sua volta&lt;br /&gt;É preciso Amar antes de tudo, por que de tudo, só sobra o amor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amor que eu sei que não faltou....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bom voo Amarante!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31705860-7613551155984739162?l=mlaranja.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mlaranja.blogspot.com/feeds/7613551155984739162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31705860&amp;postID=7613551155984739162' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31705860/posts/default/7613551155984739162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31705860/posts/default/7613551155984739162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mlaranja.blogspot.com/2009/09/e-preciso-amar-antes-de-tudo.html' title='é preciso amar antes de tudo....'/><author><name>Laranja</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06768627853129772124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YOf3XPkKkSA/TAiJG-kOSSI/AAAAAAAAAJE/_IvcMkVTm8Y/S220/fds+fazendinha3+136.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YOf3XPkKkSA/SqfEFVcQEvI/AAAAAAAAAIs/94AKzmKrIWE/s72-c/d-Fam%C3%ADlia+e+amigos+11.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31705860.post-4653552391658990168</id><published>2009-07-14T06:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-30T09:23:26.091-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Agora! ops, ja passou....</title><content type='html'>Agora, é melhor que antes.&lt;br /&gt;Depois,ja esqueci como será....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31705860-4653552391658990168?l=mlaranja.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mlaranja.blogspot.com/feeds/4653552391658990168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31705860&amp;postID=4653552391658990168' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31705860/posts/default/4653552391658990168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31705860/posts/default/4653552391658990168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mlaranja.blogspot.com/2009/07/agora-ops-ja-passou.html' title='Agora! ops, ja passou....'/><author><name>Laranja</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06768627853129772124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YOf3XPkKkSA/TAiJG-kOSSI/AAAAAAAAAJE/_IvcMkVTm8Y/S220/fds+fazendinha3+136.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31705860.post-3720891741630139839</id><published>2009-03-09T10:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-20T13:06:58.516-07:00</updated><title type='text'>33762632</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YOf3XPkKkSA/SeTp7gwc4ZI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/eL0_seYNx8Q/s1600-h/serramoedao.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YOf3XPkKkSA/SeTp7gwc4ZI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/eL0_seYNx8Q/s400/serramoedao.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324637868073476498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sinto um arrepio&lt;br /&gt;Um frio que sobe a espinha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ainda é cedo&lt;br /&gt;Levanto e vejo as suas curvas&lt;br /&gt;Iluminadas pelos primeiros raios do sol&lt;br /&gt;Voce deitada &lt;br /&gt;Toda de verde&lt;br /&gt;E meus olhos buscam o azul dos seus....&lt;br /&gt;Do céu! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A brisa que vem do oeste&lt;br /&gt;Deslisa sobre voce&lt;br /&gt;E subo....&lt;br /&gt;E a cada curva&lt;br /&gt;O frio que sobe a espinha chega no peito&lt;br /&gt;E o coração acelera....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O vermelho dos meus, encontram com o azul dos seus....&lt;br /&gt;Do céu!!!!&lt;br /&gt;E corro, de braços abertos, pra dentro deles....&lt;br /&gt;E numa ciranda de cores, vou subindo....&lt;br /&gt;E quanto mais alto, mais eu procuro por voce....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agora voce está distante....&lt;br /&gt;Mas mesmo voando livre, meus pensamentos vivem presos&lt;br /&gt;Presos na esperança que breve estaremos juntos....&lt;br /&gt;Esperança que se enche de certeza....&lt;br /&gt;A certeza que voce sempre estará ali....&lt;br /&gt;Deitada me esperando....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31705860-3720891741630139839?l=mlaranja.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mlaranja.blogspot.com/feeds/3720891741630139839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31705860&amp;postID=3720891741630139839' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31705860/posts/default/3720891741630139839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31705860/posts/default/3720891741630139839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mlaranja.blogspot.com/2009/03/sinto-um-arrepio-um-frio-que-sobe.html' title='33762632'/><author><name>Laranja</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06768627853129772124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YOf3XPkKkSA/TAiJG-kOSSI/AAAAAAAAAJE/_IvcMkVTm8Y/S220/fds+fazendinha3+136.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YOf3XPkKkSA/SeTp7gwc4ZI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/eL0_seYNx8Q/s72-c/serramoedao.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31705860.post-4859998184309454141</id><published>2009-02-20T06:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T07:37:35.334-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Convivendo com a TPM</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YOf3XPkKkSA/SZ68KKZzuCI/AAAAAAAAAH4/XF349MtJLM8/s1600-h/sistema%2520solar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 221px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YOf3XPkKkSA/SZ68KKZzuCI/AAAAAAAAAH4/XF349MtJLM8/s400/sistema%2520solar.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304884293866338338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"QUERO AMÁ-LA OU MELHOR QUERO AMAR-TE...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O marido, ao chegar em casa no final da noite e diz à mulher que já estava deitada : &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Querida, eu quero amá-la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A mulher, que estava dormindo, com a voz embolada, responde:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- A mala... ah não sei onde está,não! Use a mochila que está no maleiro do quarto de visitas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Não é isso querida, hoje vou amar-te.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Por mim, você pode ir até Júpiter, até Saturno e até à puta que o pariu, desde que me deixe dormir em paz..."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31705860-4859998184309454141?l=mlaranja.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mlaranja.blogspot.com/feeds/4859998184309454141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31705860&amp;postID=4859998184309454141' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31705860/posts/default/4859998184309454141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31705860/posts/default/4859998184309454141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mlaranja.blogspot.com/2009/02/convivendo-com-tpm.html' title='Convivendo com a TPM'/><author><name>Laranja</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06768627853129772124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YOf3XPkKkSA/TAiJG-kOSSI/AAAAAAAAAJE/_IvcMkVTm8Y/S220/fds+fazendinha3+136.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YOf3XPkKkSA/SZ68KKZzuCI/AAAAAAAAAH4/XF349MtJLM8/s72-c/sistema%2520solar.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31705860.post-7876541283225384706</id><published>2009-02-18T09:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T04:40:08.800-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quando voce apareceu</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YOf3XPkKkSA/SZxJrHoE2KI/AAAAAAAAAHw/h06ta_I_qXA/s1600-h/mulher_fumo250.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 250px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YOf3XPkKkSA/SZxJrHoE2KI/AAAAAAAAAHw/h06ta_I_qXA/s400/mulher_fumo250.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304195466265942178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sem saber pra onde ir&lt;br /&gt;Sem saber o que fazer&lt;br /&gt;Sentado nas minhas desilusões&lt;br /&gt;Quando voce apareceu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Procurando respostas&lt;br /&gt;Muitas vezes sem as perguntas&lt;br /&gt;As mentiras se vestiam de verdades&lt;br /&gt;Quando voce apareceu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nosso caminho sempre foi o mesmo&lt;br /&gt;Mas nunca nos encontramos&lt;br /&gt;Correndo e deixando pra tras tudo que comecei&lt;br /&gt;Quando voce apareceu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agora voce não sai da minha cabeça&lt;br /&gt;Cada vez que voce se afasta&lt;br /&gt;Mais perto da minha boca eu te quero&lt;br /&gt;Desde que voce apareceu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Minha música preferida, não é mais a mesma&lt;br /&gt;A cor dos meus olhos, não é mais a mesma&lt;br /&gt;Agora eu escuto e vejo tudo mais claro&lt;br /&gt;Desde que voce apareceu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As coisas que vivi no passado&lt;br /&gt;São apenas memorias em um album de fotografias&lt;br /&gt;O ponteiro nunca passa pela mesma hora&lt;br /&gt;Desde que voce apareceu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agora eu quero te deixar&lt;br /&gt;Não sei para onde  ir&lt;br /&gt;Não tem mais nada pra encontrar&lt;br /&gt;Não tem mais nada pra perder&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Voce não me faz mal como dizem por ai&lt;br /&gt;Voce me faz entender melhor os porques&lt;br /&gt;Não tem mais nada pra encontrar&lt;br /&gt;Não tem mais nada pra perder&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cada vez mais me apaixono por voce&lt;br /&gt;Preciso me encontrar pra esquecer voce&lt;br /&gt;Não tem mais nada pra encontrar&lt;br /&gt;Não tem mais nada pra perder&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31705860-7876541283225384706?l=mlaranja.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mlaranja.blogspot.com/feeds/7876541283225384706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31705860&amp;postID=7876541283225384706' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31705860/posts/default/7876541283225384706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31705860/posts/default/7876541283225384706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mlaranja.blogspot.com/2009/02/quando-voce-apareceu.html' title='Quando voce apareceu'/><author><name>Laranja</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06768627853129772124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YOf3XPkKkSA/TAiJG-kOSSI/AAAAAAAAAJE/_IvcMkVTm8Y/S220/fds+fazendinha3+136.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YOf3XPkKkSA/SZxJrHoE2KI/AAAAAAAAAHw/h06ta_I_qXA/s72-c/mulher_fumo250.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31705860.post-2264498751012841894</id><published>2009-01-14T10:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T04:11:27.943-08:00</updated><title type='text'>20 minutos no máximo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YOf3XPkKkSA/SW4q5879DqI/AAAAAAAAAHo/I7ehZUA_c2E/s1600-h/filadobanco.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 298px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YOf3XPkKkSA/SW4q5879DqI/AAAAAAAAAHo/I7ehZUA_c2E/s400/filadobanco.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291213787305414306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não confio mais em números....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As placas indicam 05,&lt;br /&gt;Assim como as cadeiras e monitores....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No relógio: 14:07&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caras fechadas e cabeças abaixadas 02....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na minha frente, 22 pés,&lt;br /&gt;Atras, 3 ou 4 ou 7 bocas reclamam....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pra refrescar o calor que passa dos 30,&lt;br /&gt;01 mão abana 02 documentos....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;00, nenhum passo a frente,&lt;br /&gt;Mas o relógio não pára....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Os com 65 ou mais, chegam e vão&lt;br /&gt;E continua a reclamação....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20 minutos passaram,&lt;br /&gt;E agora 06 pés na minha frente....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As cabeças abaixadas agora são 03,&lt;br /&gt;Com as mesmas caras fechadas....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O relógio muda mais 02 digítos....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agora eu sou o 01....&lt;br /&gt;O relógio 15:17&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chegou a minha vez&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31705860-2264498751012841894?l=mlaranja.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mlaranja.blogspot.com/feeds/2264498751012841894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31705860&amp;postID=2264498751012841894' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31705860/posts/default/2264498751012841894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31705860/posts/default/2264498751012841894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mlaranja.blogspot.com/2009/01/20-minutos-no-mximo.html' title='20 minutos no máximo'/><author><name>Laranja</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06768627853129772124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YOf3XPkKkSA/TAiJG-kOSSI/AAAAAAAAAJE/_IvcMkVTm8Y/S220/fds+fazendinha3+136.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YOf3XPkKkSA/SW4q5879DqI/AAAAAAAAAHo/I7ehZUA_c2E/s72-c/filadobanco.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31705860.post-4163361166915799593</id><published>2008-12-27T03:13:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T09:29:10.109-08:00</updated><title type='text'>EU SOU</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YOf3XPkKkSA/SWeJWFqEGqI/AAAAAAAAAHg/j5T0rTp1yNg/s1600-h/olimite.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YOf3XPkKkSA/SWeJWFqEGqI/AAAAAAAAAHg/j5T0rTp1yNg/s400/olimite.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289347299938671266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não procuro Deus, nem Jesus&lt;br /&gt;Não procuro Buda, nem contato&lt;br /&gt;Só quero sair dessa nuvem&lt;br /&gt;E saber quem EU SOU&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não procuro paraíso, nem vida eterna&lt;br /&gt;Não procuro o nirvana, nem luz&lt;br /&gt;Só quero sair dessa nuvem&lt;br /&gt;E saber quem EU SOU&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu sou Deus&lt;br /&gt;Eu sou Jesus&lt;br /&gt;Eu sou Buda&lt;br /&gt;Eu sou o contato&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu sou o paraíso&lt;br /&gt;Eu sou a vida eterna&lt;br /&gt;Eu sou o nirvana&lt;br /&gt;Eu sou luz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu sou quem está dentro da nuvem&lt;br /&gt;Eu sou quem debaixo da nuvem,&lt;br /&gt;Vai encontrar quem EU SOU&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Só eu sei&lt;br /&gt;Só, EU SOU&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31705860-4163361166915799593?l=mlaranja.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mlaranja.blogspot.com/feeds/4163361166915799593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31705860&amp;postID=4163361166915799593' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31705860/posts/default/4163361166915799593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31705860/posts/default/4163361166915799593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mlaranja.blogspot.com/2008/12/eu-sou_27.html' title='EU SOU'/><author><name>Laranja</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06768627853129772124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YOf3XPkKkSA/TAiJG-kOSSI/AAAAAAAAAJE/_IvcMkVTm8Y/S220/fds+fazendinha3+136.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YOf3XPkKkSA/SWeJWFqEGqI/AAAAAAAAAHg/j5T0rTp1yNg/s72-c/olimite.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31705860.post-2583459985373117180</id><published>2008-12-11T17:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-25T12:57:31.778-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ALem DA montaNHA....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YOf3XPkKkSA/SWeFd3IR1AI/AAAAAAAAAHY/S-757bjsQa0/s1600-h/Ibituruna-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YOf3XPkKkSA/SWeFd3IR1AI/AAAAAAAAAHY/S-757bjsQa0/s400/Ibituruna-2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289343035431310338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu espero 300 e tantos dias...&lt;br /&gt;Eu corro 300 e tantos quilometros....&lt;br /&gt;Só pra te ver sorrir....&lt;br /&gt;Só pra te ver dançar....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu espero 300 e tantos dias...&lt;br /&gt;Eu corro 300 e tantos quilometros....&lt;br /&gt;Só pra poder subir....&lt;br /&gt;Só pra poder voar....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agora vem....&lt;br /&gt;Vem voar comigo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu espero 300 e tantos dias...&lt;br /&gt;Eu corro 300 e tantos quilometros....&lt;br /&gt;Pra não perder meu tempo....&lt;br /&gt;Pra não perder a estrada....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu espero 300 e tantos dias...&lt;br /&gt;Eu corro 300 e tantos quilometros....&lt;br /&gt;Pra não me perder no vento....&lt;br /&gt;Pra não me perder na roubada....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agora vem....&lt;br /&gt;Vem voar comigo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu espero 300 e tantos dias...&lt;br /&gt;Eu corro 300 e tantos quilometros....&lt;br /&gt;Pra voce ser voce....&lt;br /&gt;Pra voce ser um pouco de mim....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu espero 300 e tantos dias...&lt;br /&gt;Eu corro 300 e tantos quilometros....&lt;br /&gt;Pra eu ficar com voce....&lt;br /&gt;Pra voce não se esquecer de mim....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agora vem....&lt;br /&gt;Vem voar comigo!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31705860-2583459985373117180?l=mlaranja.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mlaranja.blogspot.com/feeds/2583459985373117180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31705860&amp;postID=2583459985373117180' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31705860/posts/default/2583459985373117180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31705860/posts/default/2583459985373117180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mlaranja.blogspot.com/2008/12/vem-voar-comigo_11.html' title='ALem DA montaNHA....'/><author><name>Laranja</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06768627853129772124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YOf3XPkKkSA/TAiJG-kOSSI/AAAAAAAAAJE/_IvcMkVTm8Y/S220/fds+fazendinha3+136.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YOf3XPkKkSA/SWeFd3IR1AI/AAAAAAAAAHY/S-757bjsQa0/s72-c/Ibituruna-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31705860.post-2175032980411385217</id><published>2008-11-21T10:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T11:24:47.820-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Maravilhas do mundo moderno</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YOf3XPkKkSA/SWeEbQvTOYI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/JcbYqs-b2gc/s1600-h/JimiHendrixGibsonFlyingV.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YOf3XPkKkSA/SWeEbQvTOYI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/JcbYqs-b2gc/s400/JimiHendrixGibsonFlyingV.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289341891254630786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;internet&lt;br /&gt;televisão&lt;br /&gt;rádio&lt;br /&gt;guitarra&lt;br /&gt;automovel&lt;br /&gt;parapente&lt;br /&gt;coca-cola&lt;br /&gt;penicilina&lt;br /&gt;pílula do dia seguinte&lt;br /&gt;não necessariamente nessa ordem....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31705860-2175032980411385217?l=mlaranja.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mlaranja.blogspot.com/feeds/2175032980411385217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31705860&amp;postID=2175032980411385217' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31705860/posts/default/2175032980411385217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31705860/posts/default/2175032980411385217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mlaranja.blogspot.com/2008/11/marvilhas-do-mundo-moderno.html' title='Maravilhas do mundo moderno'/><author><name>Laranja</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06768627853129772124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YOf3XPkKkSA/TAiJG-kOSSI/AAAAAAAAAJE/_IvcMkVTm8Y/S220/fds+fazendinha3+136.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YOf3XPkKkSA/SWeEbQvTOYI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/JcbYqs-b2gc/s72-c/JimiHendrixGibsonFlyingV.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31705860.post-7079260468710483337</id><published>2008-11-17T10:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T11:23:26.565-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Passport</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YOf3XPkKkSA/SSHAGLNV3eI/AAAAAAAAAHI/YoLDNyKxT-E/s1600-h/lars1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YOf3XPkKkSA/SSHAGLNV3eI/AAAAAAAAAHI/YoLDNyKxT-E/s400/lars1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269704251320688098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a car&lt;br /&gt;She got some cash&lt;br /&gt;I got gas&lt;br /&gt;She got a pass....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Passport to rock&lt;br /&gt;Passport to the goal&lt;br /&gt;Passport to everywhere I go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a glider&lt;br /&gt;She got some cash&lt;br /&gt;I got a lift&lt;br /&gt;She got a pass....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Passport to climb&lt;br /&gt;Passport to the show&lt;br /&gt;Passport to everywhere I go&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31705860-7079260468710483337?l=mlaranja.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mlaranja.blogspot.com/feeds/7079260468710483337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31705860&amp;postID=7079260468710483337' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31705860/posts/default/7079260468710483337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31705860/posts/default/7079260468710483337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mlaranja.blogspot.com/2008/11/passport.html' title='Passport'/><author><name>Laranja</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06768627853129772124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YOf3XPkKkSA/TAiJG-kOSSI/AAAAAAAAAJE/_IvcMkVTm8Y/S220/fds+fazendinha3+136.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YOf3XPkKkSA/SSHAGLNV3eI/AAAAAAAAAHI/YoLDNyKxT-E/s72-c/lars1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31705860.post-1396959816329734834</id><published>2008-10-17T11:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T11:33:59.481-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Estampado</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YOf3XPkKkSA/SPjaMil68vI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/U5mMjgGGlrE/s1600-h/fds+sa%C3%B5+joao+448.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YOf3XPkKkSA/SPjaMil68vI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/U5mMjgGGlrE/s400/fds+sa%C3%B5+joao+448.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258192473934197490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Voce é como o vento que sobe a montanha&lt;br /&gt;Eu a biruta esperando voce chegar....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Voando no céu junto com os pássaros&lt;br /&gt;Num momento perfeito, onde você e eu nos encontramos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agora eu sinto o vento sobre você&lt;br /&gt;Agora eu sinto o vento sobre mim&lt;br /&gt;Imagine um mundo azul&lt;br /&gt;Um céu inteiro pra gente voar....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu subi a encosta inteira, esperando voce chegar&lt;br /&gt;O vario apita é hora de decolar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Preciso de um pouco de altura &lt;br /&gt;Você precisa entender um pouco disso....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Voando no céu junto com os pássaros&lt;br /&gt;Num momento perfeito, onde você e eu nos encontramos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agora eu sinto o vento sobre você&lt;br /&gt;Agora eu sinto o vento sobre mim&lt;br /&gt;Imagine um mundo azul&lt;br /&gt;Um céu inteiro pra gente voar....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu sinto o vento sobre você...&lt;br /&gt;Nuvens brancas em cima de mim&lt;br /&gt;Eu sinto o vento sobre mim&lt;br /&gt;Agora eu quero  pousar....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Voce é como o vento que corta o vale....&lt;br /&gt;Eu a biruta esperando voce chegar....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31705860-1396959816329734834?l=mlaranja.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mlaranja.blogspot.com/feeds/1396959816329734834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31705860&amp;postID=1396959816329734834' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31705860/posts/default/1396959816329734834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31705860/posts/default/1396959816329734834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mlaranja.blogspot.com/2008/10/estampado.html' title='Estampado'/><author><name>Laranja</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06768627853129772124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YOf3XPkKkSA/TAiJG-kOSSI/AAAAAAAAAJE/_IvcMkVTm8Y/S220/fds+fazendinha3+136.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YOf3XPkKkSA/SPjaMil68vI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/U5mMjgGGlrE/s72-c/fds+sa%C3%B5+joao+448.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31705860.post-1888264214109189078</id><published>2008-10-10T06:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T06:29:49.210-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ouvido masculino</title><content type='html'>Roubei do Blog do Korg....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ouvido Masculino&lt;br /&gt;Carlos Drummond de Andrade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muitas vezes se ouve dizer que as mulheres falam demais... &lt;br /&gt;Mas não tem problema. Porque o ouvido masculino (seletivo) escuta somente o que Interessa....Preste atenção!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O que a mulher diz:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Esse lugar está uma bagunça, amor!&lt;br /&gt;Você e eu precisamos limpar isto. &lt;br /&gt;Suas coisas estão jogadas no chão&lt;br /&gt;e você vai ficar sem roupas&lt;br /&gt;pra usar se não lavá-las agora mesmo. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O que o homem escuta:&lt;br /&gt;- blah, blah, blah, blah, AMOR,&lt;br /&gt;blah, blah, blah, blah, VOCÊ E EU,&lt;br /&gt;blah, blah, blah, blah, NO CHÃO,&lt;br /&gt;blah, blah, blah, blah, SEM ROUPAS,&lt;br /&gt;blah, blah, blah, blah, AGORA MESMO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Percebem a diferença&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31705860-1888264214109189078?l=mlaranja.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mlaranja.blogspot.com/feeds/1888264214109189078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31705860&amp;postID=1888264214109189078' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31705860/posts/default/1888264214109189078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31705860/posts/default/1888264214109189078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mlaranja.blogspot.com/2008/10/ouvido-masculino.html' title='Ouvido masculino'/><author><name>Laranja</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06768627853129772124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YOf3XPkKkSA/TAiJG-kOSSI/AAAAAAAAAJE/_IvcMkVTm8Y/S220/fds+fazendinha3+136.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31705860.post-1728604860210757948</id><published>2008-05-26T12:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T21:48:53.304-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YOf3XPkKkSA/SDsYI-XoZWI/AAAAAAAAAFI/j9KJPPDvlBM/s1600-h/arcomontanha.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YOf3XPkKkSA/SDsYI-XoZWI/AAAAAAAAAFI/j9KJPPDvlBM/s400/arcomontanha.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204780336816874850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Desde pequeno eu...." mentira, desde pequeno nada, só queria começar o texto com essa frase pra parecer mais emotivo, pra parecer como uma realização, busca, conquista, sonho realizado....&lt;br /&gt;Numa dessas buscas, acabei realizando um sonho, não desses desde criança, até porque meu sonho de criança muda a cada decada, mas enfim, realizei o sonho de experimentar a liberdade, de sentir o controle da situação, mesmo sabendo que a cada instante eu posso perder esse controle e foi voando que descobri isso, ja fui questionado varias vezes e hoje eu posso dizer, sou viciado em liberdade, sou viciado em ser o dono das minhas ações, sou viciado em poder levar o meu corpo pra lugares que antes apenas minha mente ia....&lt;br /&gt;Mesmo que preso à aquelas cordas coloridas, é ali, que vivo a minha individualidade, pra satisfazer a minha necessidade de não estar preso, a nada e a ninguem e enquanto eu tiver asas, meu corpo voa.... até o dia que serei apenas lembrança e quando ja caido no esquecimento, serei luz.... e ainda assim serei livre....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"perigo é viver a vida assim sem aventuras...."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mar e rio agora são luz!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Você voa!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Bom vôo!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31705860-1728604860210757948?l=mlaranja.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mlaranja.blogspot.com/feeds/1728604860210757948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31705860&amp;postID=1728604860210757948' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31705860/posts/default/1728604860210757948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31705860/posts/default/1728604860210757948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mlaranja.blogspot.com/2008/05/desde-pequeno-eu.html' title=''/><author><name>Laranja</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06768627853129772124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YOf3XPkKkSA/TAiJG-kOSSI/AAAAAAAAAJE/_IvcMkVTm8Y/S220/fds+fazendinha3+136.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YOf3XPkKkSA/SDsYI-XoZWI/AAAAAAAAAFI/j9KJPPDvlBM/s72-c/arcomontanha.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31705860.post-3831417699589324847</id><published>2008-05-12T07:26:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T21:48:53.506-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Poema Se</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YOf3XPkKkSA/SChUlCusZQI/AAAAAAAAAE4/9kvqtGgrf0o/s1600-h/DSC01518.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YOf3XPkKkSA/SChUlCusZQI/AAAAAAAAAE4/9kvqtGgrf0o/s400/DSC01518.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199498765163848962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se, ao final desta existência,&lt;br /&gt;Alguma ansiedade me restar&lt;br /&gt;E conseguir me perturbar;&lt;br /&gt;Se eu me debater aflito&lt;br /&gt;No conflito, na discórdia...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se ainda ocultar verdades&lt;br /&gt;Para ocultar-me,&lt;br /&gt;Para ofuscar-me com fantasias por mim criadas...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se restar abatimento e revolta&lt;br /&gt;Pelo que não consegui&lt;br /&gt;Possuir, fazer, dizer e mesmo ser...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se eu retiver um pouco mais&lt;br /&gt;Do pouco que é necessário&lt;br /&gt;E persistir indiferente ao grande pranto do mundo...&lt;br /&gt;Se algum ressentimento,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Algum ferimento&lt;br /&gt;Impedir-me do imenso alívio&lt;br /&gt;Que é o irrestritamente perdoar,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E, mais ainda,&lt;br /&gt;Se ainda não souber sinceramente orar&lt;br /&gt;Por quem me agrediu e injustiçou...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se continuar a mediocremente&lt;br /&gt;Denunciar o cisco no olho do outro&lt;br /&gt;Sem conseguir vencer a treva e a trave&lt;br /&gt;Em meu próprio...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se seguir protestando&lt;br /&gt;Reclamando, contestando,&lt;br /&gt;Exigindo que o mundo mude&lt;br /&gt;Sem qualquer esforço para mudar eu...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se, indigente da incondicional alegria interior,&lt;br /&gt;Em queixas, ais e lamúrias,&lt;br /&gt;Persistir e buscar consolo, conforto, simpatia&lt;br /&gt;Para a minha ainda imperiosa angústia...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se, ainda incapaz&lt;br /&gt;para a beatitude das almas santas,&lt;br /&gt;precisar dos prazeres medíocres que o mundo vende...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se insistir ainda que o mundo silencie&lt;br /&gt;Para que possa embeber-me de silêncio,&lt;br /&gt;Sem saber realizá-lo em mim...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se minha fortaleza e segurança&lt;br /&gt;São ainda construídas com os materiais&lt;br /&gt;Grosseiros e frágeis&lt;br /&gt;Que o mundo empresta,&lt;br /&gt;E eu neles ainda acredito...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se, imprudente e cegamente,&lt;br /&gt;Continuar desejando&lt;br /&gt;Adquirir,&lt;br /&gt;Multiplicar,&lt;br /&gt;E reter&lt;br /&gt;Valores, coisas, pessoas, posições, ideologias,&lt;br /&gt;Na ânsia de ser feliz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se, ainda presa do grande embuste,&lt;br /&gt;Insistir e persistir iludido&lt;br /&gt;Com a importância que me dou...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se, ao fim de meus dias,&lt;br /&gt;Continuar&lt;br /&gt;Sem escutar, sem entender, sem atender,&lt;br /&gt;Sem realizar o Cristo, que,&lt;br /&gt;Dentro de mim,&lt;br /&gt;Eu Sou,&lt;br /&gt;Terei me perdido na multidão abortada&lt;br /&gt;Dos perdulários dos divinos talentos, Os talentos que a Vida&lt;br /&gt;A todos confia,&lt;br /&gt;E serei um fraco a mais,&lt;br /&gt;Um traidor da própria vida,&lt;br /&gt;Da Vida que investe em mim,&lt;br /&gt;Que de mim espera&lt;br /&gt;E que se vê frustrada&lt;br /&gt;Diante de meu fim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se tudo isto acontecer&lt;br /&gt;Terei parasitado a Vida&lt;br /&gt;E inutilmente ocupado&lt;br /&gt;O tempo&lt;br /&gt;E o espaço&lt;br /&gt;De Deus.&lt;br /&gt;Terei meramente sido vencido&lt;br /&gt;Pelo fim,&lt;br /&gt;Sem ter atingido a Meta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Texto: Prof. Hermógenes ( http://www.profhermogenes.com.br/ )&lt;br /&gt;Foto: Luciano Kuelhim&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31705860-3831417699589324847?l=mlaranja.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mlaranja.blogspot.com/feeds/3831417699589324847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31705860&amp;postID=3831417699589324847' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31705860/posts/default/3831417699589324847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31705860/posts/default/3831417699589324847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mlaranja.blogspot.com/2008/05/poema-se.html' title='Poema Se'/><author><name>Laranja</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06768627853129772124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YOf3XPkKkSA/TAiJG-kOSSI/AAAAAAAAAJE/_IvcMkVTm8Y/S220/fds+fazendinha3+136.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YOf3XPkKkSA/SChUlCusZQI/AAAAAAAAAE4/9kvqtGgrf0o/s72-c/DSC01518.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31705860.post-1981265051640862416</id><published>2008-03-12T13:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T21:48:53.779-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quem não cria expectativas, não tem decepções....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YOf3XPkKkSA/R9g72JktOrI/AAAAAAAAAEw/KwbPwuX4YG8/s1600-h/Tecao.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YOf3XPkKkSA/R9g72JktOrI/AAAAAAAAAEw/KwbPwuX4YG8/s400/Tecao.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176953573131238066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esperar que o outro dê o primeiro passo, é imaginar-se superior a ele....&lt;br /&gt;Tem pessoas que passam pela minha vida que marcam, pessoas com as quais eu realmente importo....&lt;br /&gt;Pessoas que não existem pra dividir ou multiplicar, e sim, fazem a diferença....&lt;br /&gt;Não quero e não posso julgar ninguem nem suas vontades e atos, mas como diz uma amiga minha, verdadeiramente imoral, é desistir de si mesmo....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quero meu amigo de volta....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31705860-1981265051640862416?l=mlaranja.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mlaranja.blogspot.com/feeds/1981265051640862416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31705860&amp;postID=1981265051640862416' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31705860/posts/default/1981265051640862416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31705860/posts/default/1981265051640862416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mlaranja.blogspot.com/2008/03/quem-no-cria-expectativas-no-tem.html' title='Quem não cria expectativas, não tem decepções....'/><author><name>Laranja</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06768627853129772124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YOf3XPkKkSA/TAiJG-kOSSI/AAAAAAAAAJE/_IvcMkVTm8Y/S220/fds+fazendinha3+136.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YOf3XPkKkSA/R9g72JktOrI/AAAAAAAAAEw/KwbPwuX4YG8/s72-c/Tecao.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31705860.post-3771315874819435415</id><published>2008-03-04T13:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T21:48:53.913-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YOf3XPkKkSA/R83CGhINesI/AAAAAAAAAEo/qzTBl8r5J0Q/s1600-h/CSC_0301.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YOf3XPkKkSA/R83CGhINesI/AAAAAAAAAEo/qzTBl8r5J0Q/s400/CSC_0301.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174004964146379458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Não adianta oração, jejum ou meditação, se faltar amor"....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31705860-3771315874819435415?l=mlaranja.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mlaranja.blogspot.com/feeds/3771315874819435415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31705860&amp;postID=3771315874819435415' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31705860/posts/default/3771315874819435415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31705860/posts/default/3771315874819435415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mlaranja.blogspot.com/2008/03/no-adianta-orao-jejum-ou-meditao-se.html' title=''/><author><name>Laranja</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06768627853129772124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YOf3XPkKkSA/TAiJG-kOSSI/AAAAAAAAAJE/_IvcMkVTm8Y/S220/fds+fazendinha3+136.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YOf3XPkKkSA/R83CGhINesI/AAAAAAAAAEo/qzTBl8r5J0Q/s72-c/CSC_0301.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31705860.post-4888260357686850637</id><published>2008-02-27T11:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T21:48:54.178-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Marcelo Carvalho Rodrigues Valle</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YOf3XPkKkSA/R8W-rcNmppI/AAAAAAAAAEg/ax1KwNUDU0Y/s1600-h/laranjaenxada.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YOf3XPkKkSA/R8W-rcNmppI/AAAAAAAAAEg/ax1KwNUDU0Y/s400/laranjaenxada.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171749400621786770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Você é uma pessoa preocupada com as questões da comunidade ou mesmo as de ordem social, abnegada, generosa, paciente, humanitária, tolerante, sempre cuidando de questões abrangentes e sociais, demonstra muita fé, gosta de ensinar o que sabe, pode ser bom professor, tem compaixão, busca o amor universal, aprecia as artes e pode ser bom músico, pintor ou escultor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pelo lado negativo, espera reconhecimento e tem tendência a sofrer quando espera que os outros sejam como você é." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quem disse isso? a numerologia....&lt;br /&gt;Quem tirou essa foto? o Hebrom "sucker" Tebas&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31705860-4888260357686850637?l=mlaranja.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mlaranja.blogspot.com/feeds/4888260357686850637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31705860&amp;postID=4888260357686850637' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31705860/posts/default/4888260357686850637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31705860/posts/default/4888260357686850637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mlaranja.blogspot.com/2008/02/marcelo-carvalho-rodrigues-valle.html' title='Marcelo Carvalho Rodrigues Valle'/><author><name>Laranja</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06768627853129772124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YOf3XPkKkSA/TAiJG-kOSSI/AAAAAAAAAJE/_IvcMkVTm8Y/S220/fds+fazendinha3+136.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YOf3XPkKkSA/R8W-rcNmppI/AAAAAAAAAEg/ax1KwNUDU0Y/s72-c/laranjaenxada.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31705860.post-134855795305804113</id><published>2008-02-21T06:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T21:48:54.283-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Luz e Sombra</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YOf3XPkKkSA/R72HHMNmpoI/AAAAAAAAAEY/1YsjRX2t_Io/s1600-h/eclipse_f_014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YOf3XPkKkSA/R72HHMNmpoI/AAAAAAAAAEY/1YsjRX2t_Io/s400/eclipse_f_014.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169436504898315906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bom dia Lua,&lt;br /&gt;O Sol está chegando....&lt;br /&gt;Num encontro às escuras,&lt;br /&gt;Luz e sombra se aproximam....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flashes no horizonte,&lt;br /&gt;Olhos na montanha....&lt;br /&gt;É somente um encontro,&lt;br /&gt;Luz e sombra se tocam....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A montanha arrepia,&lt;br /&gt;Vento frio....&lt;br /&gt;Arvores se encontram,&lt;br /&gt;Luz e sombra se abraçam....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um beijo apenas,&lt;br /&gt;A biruta reta....&lt;br /&gt;Boa noite sol,&lt;br /&gt;A Lua está cheia...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luz e sombra se afastam....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31705860-134855795305804113?l=mlaranja.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mlaranja.blogspot.com/feeds/134855795305804113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31705860&amp;postID=134855795305804113' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31705860/posts/default/134855795305804113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31705860/posts/default/134855795305804113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mlaranja.blogspot.com/2008/02/luz-e-sombra.html' title='Luz e Sombra'/><author><name>Laranja</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06768627853129772124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YOf3XPkKkSA/TAiJG-kOSSI/AAAAAAAAAJE/_IvcMkVTm8Y/S220/fds+fazendinha3+136.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YOf3XPkKkSA/R72HHMNmpoI/AAAAAAAAAEY/1YsjRX2t_Io/s72-c/eclipse_f_014.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31705860.post-7162430515345790204</id><published>2008-01-15T06:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T21:48:54.412-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Eu....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YOf3XPkKkSA/R4zCNX6bY4I/AAAAAAAAAD0/S56stuntE0w/s1600-h/base.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YOf3XPkKkSA/R4zCNX6bY4I/AAAAAAAAAD0/S56stuntE0w/s400/base.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155709208445543298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não saio à noite,&lt;br /&gt;Não bebo alcool....&lt;br /&gt;Prefiro estar no mato,&lt;br /&gt;onde tem verde e sol....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Durante a semana, trabalho,&lt;br /&gt;pára no fim de semana, viver....&lt;br /&gt;Vivo na Serra da Moeda,&lt;br /&gt;aparece la pra me ver....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31705860-7162430515345790204?l=mlaranja.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mlaranja.blogspot.com/feeds/7162430515345790204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31705860&amp;postID=7162430515345790204' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31705860/posts/default/7162430515345790204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31705860/posts/default/7162430515345790204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mlaranja.blogspot.com/2008/01/eu.html' title='Eu....'/><author><name>Laranja</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06768627853129772124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YOf3XPkKkSA/TAiJG-kOSSI/AAAAAAAAAJE/_IvcMkVTm8Y/S220/fds+fazendinha3+136.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YOf3XPkKkSA/R4zCNX6bY4I/AAAAAAAAAD0/S56stuntE0w/s72-c/base.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31705860.post-3552964402200102919</id><published>2008-01-15T06:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T21:48:54.569-08:00</updated><title type='text'>confusão....</title><content type='html'>A rosa é vermelha....&lt;br /&gt;O milho-verde é amarelo....&lt;br /&gt;O quadro-negro é verde....&lt;br /&gt;Só não me afogo em minhas mágoas....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YOf3XPkKkSA/R4y_oH6bY2I/AAAAAAAAADk/TzyGa-1TqYk/s1600-h/rastafly.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YOf3XPkKkSA/R4y_oH6bY2I/AAAAAAAAADk/TzyGa-1TqYk/s400/rastafly.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155706369472160610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;porque eu sei voar!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31705860-3552964402200102919?l=mlaranja.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mlaranja.blogspot.com/feeds/3552964402200102919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31705860&amp;postID=3552964402200102919' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31705860/posts/default/3552964402200102919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31705860/posts/default/3552964402200102919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mlaranja.blogspot.com/2008/01/confuso.html' title='confusão....'/><author><name>Laranja</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06768627853129772124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YOf3XPkKkSA/TAiJG-kOSSI/AAAAAAAAAJE/_IvcMkVTm8Y/S220/fds+fazendinha3+136.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YOf3XPkKkSA/R4y_oH6bY2I/AAAAAAAAADk/TzyGa-1TqYk/s72-c/rastafly.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31705860.post-1091847755614473563</id><published>2007-12-21T05:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T21:48:54.723-08:00</updated><title type='text'>mensagem de fim de ano - 2007</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YOf3XPkKkSA/R2vHYkAOxLI/AAAAAAAAADA/I5FKalo1BZU/s1600-h/000a392h.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YOf3XPkKkSA/R2vHYkAOxLI/AAAAAAAAADA/I5FKalo1BZU/s400/000a392h.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146426223996355762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boas festas!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Que seus sonhos ganhem asas e seus projetos decolem!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31705860-1091847755614473563?l=mlaranja.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mlaranja.blogspot.com/feeds/1091847755614473563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31705860&amp;postID=1091847755614473563' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31705860/posts/default/1091847755614473563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31705860/posts/default/1091847755614473563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mlaranja.blogspot.com/2007/12/mensagem-de-fim-de-ano-2007.html' title='mensagem de fim de ano - 2007'/><author><name>Laranja</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06768627853129772124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YOf3XPkKkSA/TAiJG-kOSSI/AAAAAAAAAJE/_IvcMkVTm8Y/S220/fds+fazendinha3+136.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YOf3XPkKkSA/R2vHYkAOxLI/AAAAAAAAADA/I5FKalo1BZU/s72-c/000a392h.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31705860.post-5482578500342369342</id><published>2007-12-19T09:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T21:48:54.894-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Procuro:</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YOf3XPkKkSA/R2lWq0AOxKI/AAAAAAAAAC4/QKh7WntFlUA/s1600-h/abraco.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YOf3XPkKkSA/R2lWq0AOxKI/AAAAAAAAAC4/QKh7WntFlUA/s400/abraco.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145739342761608354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;um apego&lt;br /&gt;um apreço&lt;br /&gt;um amor&lt;br /&gt;um abraço....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31705860-5482578500342369342?l=mlaranja.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mlaranja.blogspot.com/feeds/5482578500342369342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31705860&amp;postID=5482578500342369342' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31705860/posts/default/5482578500342369342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31705860/posts/default/5482578500342369342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mlaranja.blogspot.com/2007/12/procuro.html' title='Procuro:'/><author><name>Laranja</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06768627853129772124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YOf3XPkKkSA/TAiJG-kOSSI/AAAAAAAAAJE/_IvcMkVTm8Y/S220/fds+fazendinha3+136.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YOf3XPkKkSA/R2lWq0AOxKI/AAAAAAAAAC4/QKh7WntFlUA/s72-c/abraco.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31705860.post-5021437532884064082</id><published>2007-11-09T06:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T21:48:55.223-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Corrente....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YOf3XPkKkSA/RzR2X-kBGxI/AAAAAAAAACw/QS0A4IhgbBE/s1600-h/yg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YOf3XPkKkSA/RzR2X-kBGxI/AAAAAAAAACw/QS0A4IhgbBE/s400/yg.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130856029784972050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A corrente passou e me pegou. Quem mandou foi o Gordi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1ª) Pegar um livro próximo (PRÓXIMO, não procure);&lt;br /&gt;2ª) Abra-o na página 161; &lt;br /&gt;3ª) Procurar a 5ª frase completa;&lt;br /&gt;4ª) Postar essa frase em seu blog; &lt;br /&gt;5ª) Não escolher a melhor frase nem o melhor livro;&lt;br /&gt;6ª) Repassar para outros 5 blogs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O Livro:Yoga Caminho pra Deus - Hermógenes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A frase: Sei de muitas definições, das mil que andaram Te atribuindo, mas não é um Deus definível, um Deus de atributos que eu procuro.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31705860-5021437532884064082?l=mlaranja.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mlaranja.blogspot.com/feeds/5021437532884064082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31705860&amp;postID=5021437532884064082' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31705860/posts/default/5021437532884064082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31705860/posts/default/5021437532884064082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mlaranja.blogspot.com/2007/11/corrente.html' title='Corrente....'/><author><name>Laranja</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06768627853129772124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YOf3XPkKkSA/TAiJG-kOSSI/AAAAAAAAAJE/_IvcMkVTm8Y/S220/fds+fazendinha3+136.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YOf3XPkKkSA/RzR2X-kBGxI/AAAAAAAAACw/QS0A4IhgbBE/s72-c/yg.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31705860.post-3814914099205039255</id><published>2007-11-05T06:00:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-13T05:18:55.481-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Encontro marcado....</title><content type='html'>"De tudo  ficaram três coisas:&lt;br /&gt;A certeza de que estava sempre começando...&lt;br /&gt;A certeza de que era preciso continuar...&lt;br /&gt;A certeza de que seria interrompido antes de terminar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fazer da interrupção um caminho novo...&lt;br /&gt;Fazer da queda um passo de dança...&lt;br /&gt;Do medo uma escada...&lt;br /&gt;Do sonho uma ponte...&lt;br /&gt;Da procura um encontro..."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31705860-3814914099205039255?l=mlaranja.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mlaranja.blogspot.com/feeds/3814914099205039255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31705860&amp;postID=3814914099205039255' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31705860/posts/default/3814914099205039255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31705860/posts/default/3814914099205039255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mlaranja.blogspot.com/2007/11/encontro-marcado.html' title='Encontro marcado....'/><author><name>Laranja</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06768627853129772124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YOf3XPkKkSA/TAiJG-kOSSI/AAAAAAAAAJE/_IvcMkVTm8Y/S220/fds+fazendinha3+136.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31705860.post-5267663270132049860</id><published>2007-10-03T09:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T21:48:55.417-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Brincadeira séria....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YOf3XPkKkSA/RwO9rYvhQ4I/AAAAAAAAACg/8k2k7RCgXUk/s1600-h/alp.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YOf3XPkKkSA/RwO9rYvhQ4I/AAAAAAAAACg/8k2k7RCgXUk/s400/alp.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117142154696803202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"A gente não para de brincar porque envelhece, a gente envelhece porque para de brincar."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31705860-5267663270132049860?l=mlaranja.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mlaranja.blogspot.com/feeds/5267663270132049860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31705860&amp;postID=5267663270132049860' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31705860/posts/default/5267663270132049860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31705860/posts/default/5267663270132049860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mlaranja.blogspot.com/2007/10/brincadeira-sria.html' title='Brincadeira séria....'/><author><name>Laranja</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06768627853129772124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YOf3XPkKkSA/TAiJG-kOSSI/AAAAAAAAAJE/_IvcMkVTm8Y/S220/fds+fazendinha3+136.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YOf3XPkKkSA/RwO9rYvhQ4I/AAAAAAAAACg/8k2k7RCgXUk/s72-c/alp.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31705860.post-6385252989676021885</id><published>2007-09-26T13:48:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T21:48:55.650-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A corda....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YOf3XPkKkSA/RwBhEovhQ3I/AAAAAAAAACY/efDpBkLKgo0/s1600-h/DSC04188.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YOf3XPkKkSA/RwBhEovhQ3I/AAAAAAAAACY/efDpBkLKgo0/s400/DSC04188.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116195908976984946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o que antes era silencio, agora grita dentro de mim&lt;br /&gt;e de tanto gritar acabei acordando&lt;br /&gt;de olhos fechados não enxergava as dores&lt;br /&gt;que sinto acordado....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;é melhor continuar sonhando?&lt;br /&gt;é melhor acordar dentro de um pesadelo?&lt;br /&gt;Acorda!&lt;br /&gt;Acorda!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o tempo passa&lt;br /&gt;as pessoas vão&lt;br /&gt;e ficam sempre dúvidas&lt;br /&gt;nem sempre as mesmas, mas sempre dúvidas....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;será que é tão dificil assim?&lt;br /&gt;acorda!&lt;br /&gt;acorda!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O tempo vem com as respostas&lt;br /&gt;As pessoas trazem as dúvidas....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E ainda não sei se quero acordar....&lt;br /&gt;E ainda não sei se meus olhos estão abertos....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;será que é tão dificil assim?&lt;br /&gt;acorda!&lt;br /&gt;acorda!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;não posso estar errado&lt;br /&gt;voce tambem....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;preciso acordar e viver o sonho&lt;br /&gt;preciso dormir e destruir o pesadelo....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;acorda!&lt;br /&gt;acorda!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A corda que divide o sonho do pesadelo&lt;br /&gt;é a linha q sustenta meus olhos abertos....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e eu vejo....&lt;br /&gt;e eu sonho....&lt;br /&gt;e eu não qro esse pesadelo toda vez que acordar....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;será que é tão dificil assim?&lt;br /&gt;acorda!&lt;br /&gt;acorda!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;entre sonho e pesadelo&lt;br /&gt;entre dia e noite&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;continuo sem saber se é inicio ou fim&lt;br /&gt;e não levanto da cama....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acorda!&lt;br /&gt;Acorda!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31705860-6385252989676021885?l=mlaranja.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mlaranja.blogspot.com/feeds/6385252989676021885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31705860&amp;postID=6385252989676021885' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31705860/posts/default/6385252989676021885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31705860/posts/default/6385252989676021885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mlaranja.blogspot.com/2007/09/corda.html' title='A corda....'/><author><name>Laranja</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06768627853129772124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YOf3XPkKkSA/TAiJG-kOSSI/AAAAAAAAAJE/_IvcMkVTm8Y/S220/fds+fazendinha3+136.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YOf3XPkKkSA/RwBhEovhQ3I/AAAAAAAAACY/efDpBkLKgo0/s72-c/DSC04188.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31705860.post-3948969822009935397</id><published>2007-09-26T13:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T21:48:55.868-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Laranja</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YOf3XPkKkSA/RvrGYIvhQ1I/AAAAAAAAACI/f7rR2xN0Xeo/s1600-h/865570.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YOf3XPkKkSA/RvrGYIvhQ1I/AAAAAAAAACI/f7rR2xN0Xeo/s400/865570.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114618444798575442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"A laranja cortada ao meio, úmida de amor, anseia pela outra. É assim, bem assim, que eu te desejo!" &lt;br /&gt;(Mario Quintana)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31705860-3948969822009935397?l=mlaranja.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mlaranja.blogspot.com/feeds/3948969822009935397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31705860&amp;postID=3948969822009935397' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31705860/posts/default/3948969822009935397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31705860/posts/default/3948969822009935397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mlaranja.blogspot.com/2007/09/laranja.html' title='A Laranja'/><author><name>Laranja</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06768627853129772124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YOf3XPkKkSA/TAiJG-kOSSI/AAAAAAAAAJE/_IvcMkVTm8Y/S220/fds+fazendinha3+136.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YOf3XPkKkSA/RvrGYIvhQ1I/AAAAAAAAACI/f7rR2xN0Xeo/s72-c/865570.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31705860.post-8169798311850094464</id><published>2007-08-30T08:39:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T21:48:56.075-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Obrigado senhor!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YOf3XPkKkSA/RuhI3qg6NII/AAAAAAAAAB0/V6yzsmh9Wqw/s1600-h/DSC04144(2).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YOf3XPkKkSA/RuhI3qg6NII/AAAAAAAAAB0/V6yzsmh9Wqw/s400/DSC04144(2).JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109413898394154114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Se Deus quisesse que o homem voasse, teria lhe dado asas!&lt;br /&gt;Obrigado Senhor!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31705860-8169798311850094464?l=mlaranja.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mlaranja.blogspot.com/feeds/8169798311850094464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31705860&amp;postID=8169798311850094464' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31705860/posts/default/8169798311850094464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31705860/posts/default/8169798311850094464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mlaranja.blogspot.com/2007/08/obrigado-senhor.html' title='Obrigado senhor!'/><author><name>Laranja</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06768627853129772124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YOf3XPkKkSA/TAiJG-kOSSI/AAAAAAAAAJE/_IvcMkVTm8Y/S220/fds+fazendinha3+136.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YOf3XPkKkSA/RuhI3qg6NII/AAAAAAAAAB0/V6yzsmh9Wqw/s72-c/DSC04144(2).JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31705860.post-446962808270554170</id><published>2007-08-30T08:39:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T21:48:56.289-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pra que tanta perna se ela voa?!?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YOf3XPkKkSA/RuSe5ogNhuI/AAAAAAAAABs/PPGDhpGza3M/s1600-h/libelula-JB-070220-P_2373a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YOf3XPkKkSA/RuSe5ogNhuI/AAAAAAAAABs/PPGDhpGza3M/s400/libelula-JB-070220-P_2373a.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108382590307239650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Uma poderosa ferramenta para nos ajudar a gerir com habilidade a nossa vida é perguntar antes de cada ato se isso nos trará felicidade..." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"O maior juiz dos seus atos deve ser você mesmo e não a sociedade."&lt;br /&gt;(Dalai)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31705860-446962808270554170?l=mlaranja.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mlaranja.blogspot.com/feeds/446962808270554170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31705860&amp;postID=446962808270554170' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31705860/posts/default/446962808270554170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31705860/posts/default/446962808270554170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mlaranja.blogspot.com/2007/08/pra-que-tanta-perna-se-ela-voa.html' title='Pra que tanta perna se ela voa?!?!'/><author><name>Laranja</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06768627853129772124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YOf3XPkKkSA/TAiJG-kOSSI/AAAAAAAAAJE/_IvcMkVTm8Y/S220/fds+fazendinha3+136.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YOf3XPkKkSA/RuSe5ogNhuI/AAAAAAAAABs/PPGDhpGza3M/s72-c/libelula-JB-070220-P_2373a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31705860.post-1416594438315716396</id><published>2007-08-21T07:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-21T07:41:14.632-07:00</updated><title type='text'>1+1-1</title><content type='html'>gastei muito tempo sozinho&lt;br /&gt;o tempo passou e eu não me importei....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;agora me imagino afogado na sua pele&lt;br /&gt;entorpecido pelo seu olhar....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dois labios se juntam&lt;br /&gt;e a matemática erra: 1+1=1....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;não adianta perguntar porque&lt;br /&gt;tudo me parece mais vivo....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e caio em gargalhadas, por fora&lt;br /&gt;seco, por dentro....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;você estava ai o tempo todo&lt;br /&gt;agora voce está aqui todo o tempo....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;te via de longe&lt;br /&gt;imaginava seu sorriso perto....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;agora seu sorriso está tão perto&lt;br /&gt;mas seus olhos ainda distante....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;meus sentidos se confundem&lt;br /&gt;e sinto o seu gosto com meus olhos....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;podia ser mais fácil pra nós três&lt;br /&gt;você, eu e o medo....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;por enquanto não sei a resposta&lt;br /&gt;1+1-1....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31705860-1416594438315716396?l=mlaranja.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mlaranja.blogspot.com/feeds/1416594438315716396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31705860&amp;postID=1416594438315716396' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31705860/posts/default/1416594438315716396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31705860/posts/default/1416594438315716396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mlaranja.blogspot.com/2007/08/11-1.html' title='1+1-1'/><author><name>Laranja</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06768627853129772124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YOf3XPkKkSA/TAiJG-kOSSI/AAAAAAAAAJE/_IvcMkVTm8Y/S220/fds+fazendinha3+136.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31705860.post-7399246577038528047</id><published>2007-08-02T06:57:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T21:48:56.472-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YOf3XPkKkSA/RroMspzHN0I/AAAAAAAAAAc/714dzekJc8U/s1600-h/larsdecff.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YOf3XPkKkSA/RroMspzHN0I/AAAAAAAAAAc/714dzekJc8U/s400/larsdecff.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096399889597151042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A maioria das pessoas, focam na tragédia, na dor, na tristeza....&lt;br /&gt;Ja li que isso é do ser humano. &lt;br /&gt;Depois de me machucar num pouso mal sucedido, me perguntaram se eu pararia de voar, eu ate cheguei a pensar nisso, seria normal, como todos focar na tragédia, na dor, mas seria ingrato, esquecendo todos os momentos de vida e alegria que tive voando de parapente....&lt;br /&gt;Machuquei? machuquei sim, mas foram só duas vezes, agora as vezes que subi quase ou até as nuvens e vi o relevo da terra ficar plano, o horizonte arredondado, voando junto com os pássaros, ja perdi a conta das vezes....&lt;br /&gt;Se você achar que é perigoso, que pode machucar, é melhor não voar, mas aqui na nossa empresa é proibido achar, tem que ter certeza e essa certeza só se tem voando!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Bom vôo!!!!&lt;br /&gt;AHHHH! Cala a sua booooca!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31705860-7399246577038528047?l=mlaranja.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mlaranja.blogspot.com/feeds/7399246577038528047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31705860&amp;postID=7399246577038528047' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31705860/posts/default/7399246577038528047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31705860/posts/default/7399246577038528047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mlaranja.blogspot.com/2007/08/maioria-das-pessoas-focam-na-tragdia-na.html' title=''/><author><name>Laranja</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06768627853129772124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YOf3XPkKkSA/TAiJG-kOSSI/AAAAAAAAAJE/_IvcMkVTm8Y/S220/fds+fazendinha3+136.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YOf3XPkKkSA/RroMspzHN0I/AAAAAAAAAAc/714dzekJc8U/s72-c/larsdecff.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31705860.post-7337009619169897455</id><published>2007-08-02T06:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T21:48:56.598-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YOf3XPkKkSA/RrHkUpzHNzI/AAAAAAAAAAU/H5JFlDcjWkg/s1600-h/eclipse_0355.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YOf3XPkKkSA/RrHkUpzHNzI/AAAAAAAAAAU/H5JFlDcjWkg/s400/eclipse_0355.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094103697001494322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No início eu queria ser um gavião, depois quis ser um carcará, até cheguei a pensar em ser um urubu, enquanto outros queriam ser águias, condores, mas acabei virando uma coruja....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31705860-7337009619169897455?l=mlaranja.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mlaranja.blogspot.com/feeds/7337009619169897455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31705860&amp;postID=7337009619169897455' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31705860/posts/default/7337009619169897455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31705860/posts/default/7337009619169897455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mlaranja.blogspot.com/2007/08/no-incio-eu-queria-ser-um-gavio-depois.html' title=''/><author><name>Laranja</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06768627853129772124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YOf3XPkKkSA/TAiJG-kOSSI/AAAAAAAAAJE/_IvcMkVTm8Y/S220/fds+fazendinha3+136.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YOf3XPkKkSA/RrHkUpzHNzI/AAAAAAAAAAU/H5JFlDcjWkg/s72-c/eclipse_0355.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31705860.post-6926965858728854727</id><published>2007-05-24T13:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T21:48:58.949-08:00</updated><title type='text'>FREE FORCE!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YOf3XPkKkSA/RlXzznfFtQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/A2ZqwT2V-Bo/s1600-h/vegan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YOf3XPkKkSA/RlXzznfFtQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/A2ZqwT2V-Bo/s400/vegan.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068225023773619458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31705860-6926965858728854727?l=mlaranja.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mlaranja.blogspot.com/feeds/6926965858728854727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31705860&amp;postID=6926965858728854727' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31705860/posts/default/6926965858728854727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31705860/posts/default/6926965858728854727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mlaranja.blogspot.com/2007/05/free-force.html' title='FREE FORCE!!!!'/><author><name>Laranja</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06768627853129772124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YOf3XPkKkSA/TAiJG-kOSSI/AAAAAAAAAJE/_IvcMkVTm8Y/S220/fds+fazendinha3+136.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YOf3XPkKkSA/RlXzznfFtQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/A2ZqwT2V-Bo/s72-c/vegan.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31705860.post-3436858351915590304</id><published>2007-05-04T06:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-04T06:18:33.172-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Debaixo do tapete....</title><content type='html'>Outro dia eu tava assistindo jornal e passou uma reportagem sobre como amenizar os problemas de emissão de CO² no ar e uma das possíveis soluções seria ao invez de lançar o CO² no ar, canalisar ele até poços de petroleo, ja esgotados no fundo do mar, ou seja, jogar a sujeira pra debaixo do tapete, é uma solução para limpar o ar? Talvez sim, mas e depois se a Terra reclamar?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31705860-3436858351915590304?l=mlaranja.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mlaranja.blogspot.com/feeds/3436858351915590304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31705860&amp;postID=3436858351915590304' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31705860/posts/default/3436858351915590304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31705860/posts/default/3436858351915590304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mlaranja.blogspot.com/2007/05/debaixo-do-tapete.html' title='Debaixo do tapete....'/><author><name>Laranja</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06768627853129772124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YOf3XPkKkSA/TAiJG-kOSSI/AAAAAAAAAJE/_IvcMkVTm8Y/S220/fds+fazendinha3+136.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31705860.post-4471676842312560489</id><published>2007-04-11T21:39:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-24T20:22:29.734-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Problemas, soluções....</title><content type='html'>“Há uma frase do Dalai Lama que diz: ‘Se você está diante de um problema que tem solução, então não há com o que se preocupar. Porem se você está diante de um problema que não tem solução, então também não adianta se preocupar, aproveite e desfrute o momento.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Há momentos em que não temos o menor controle da situação, aliás, será que em algum momento das nossas vidas temos realmente o absoluto controle de algo? Não conseguimos sequer controlar as batidas dos nossos corações. Os nossos pensamentos então, embora sejam nossos, não conseguimos controlá-los, pelo contrário, são eles que controlam as nossas ações, que controlam a freqüência das batidas do coração, da respiração, parece que somos escravos dos nossos pensamentos.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Trechos do livro: Voando com ciência, voando com consciência)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31705860-4471676842312560489?l=mlaranja.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mlaranja.blogspot.com/feeds/4471676842312560489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31705860&amp;postID=4471676842312560489' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31705860/posts/default/4471676842312560489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31705860/posts/default/4471676842312560489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mlaranja.blogspot.com/2007/04/problemas-solues.html' title='Problemas, soluções....'/><author><name>Laranja</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06768627853129772124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YOf3XPkKkSA/TAiJG-kOSSI/AAAAAAAAAJE/_IvcMkVTm8Y/S220/fds+fazendinha3+136.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31705860.post-5277078858041304059</id><published>2007-04-11T21:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-24T20:17:49.589-07:00</updated><title type='text'>O Sol</title><content type='html'>“... o movimento do ar se explica pela diferença de densidades, que decorreu da diferença de temperatura, que foi causada pelo seu contato com superfícies diferentemente aquecidas, aquecimento este que veio da luz do sol...&lt;br /&gt;Daí em diante, resta-nos apenas sorrir, admirar e aplaudir o show.&lt;br /&gt;O vento tem origem no sol, a terra foi gerada por gases que vieram do sol...&lt;br /&gt;A nossa existência depende do Sol, você está ai lendo esse texto graças à energia nuclear proveniente do Sol.&lt;br /&gt;Você pode pensar: ‘Não, a minha energia tem origem no alimento por mim ingerido’.&lt;br /&gt;E de onde vem a energia desse alimento?&lt;br /&gt;As plantas, que são responsáveis pelo inicio da cadeia alimentar, produzem glicose graças à fotossíntese, que só é possível por causa da luz, que vem do Sol.&lt;br /&gt;Então poderíamos contradizer: ‘A luz da lâmpada também possibilita a fotossíntese na planta.’ A resposta seria: ‘A energia que alimentou a lâmpada foi gerada numa hidrelétrica, que só existe por causa dos rios, que só nascem porque chove na sua nascente, chuva essa produzida pelo movimento do ar, movimento atribuído ao Sol’.&lt;br /&gt;Portanto, vegetais ‘bebem’ originariamente a luz do sol, aos herbívoros, secundariamente, cabe uma parcela e menos pura dessa luz quando estes se alimentam dos vegetais e aos carnívoros sobra um lampejo da luz que tudo move, quando estes se alimentam dos herbívoros.&lt;br /&gt;Indiretamente nós nos alimentamos do sol, nós comemos sol, o sol da a vida a nossa carne.&lt;br /&gt;Sem o sol, o nosso planeta seria morto, não haveria vento, não haveria nós, não haveria vôo livre, não haveria estas linhas.” (Retirado do livro: Voando com ciência, voando com consciência)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31705860-5277078858041304059?l=mlaranja.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mlaranja.blogspot.com/feeds/5277078858041304059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31705860&amp;postID=5277078858041304059' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31705860/posts/default/5277078858041304059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31705860/posts/default/5277078858041304059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mlaranja.blogspot.com/2007/04/o-sol.html' title='O Sol'/><author><name>Laranja</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06768627853129772124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YOf3XPkKkSA/TAiJG-kOSSI/AAAAAAAAAJE/_IvcMkVTm8Y/S220/fds+fazendinha3+136.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31705860.post-117328348981606078</id><published>2007-03-07T07:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-07T08:04:49.826-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"There´s a time n´place for everything, for everyone"....</title><content type='html'>Mesmo quando o lugar e o tempo não lhe forem o suficiente,&lt;br /&gt;nunca permita que lhe tirem o brilho dos seus olhos.&lt;br /&gt;Seu sorriso no final, tem que ser o mesmo de quando começou,&lt;br /&gt;de quando chegou....&lt;br /&gt;Não permita em nenhum lugar ou tempo que voce saia menos feliz&lt;br /&gt;do que quando voce chegou....&lt;br /&gt;Só quando te vi,  que percebi a saudade que sinto de voce!...&lt;br /&gt;Não sei se essa é a hora ou o lugar certo pra dizer isso....&lt;br /&gt;Tem passado que não devia existir, aliás se é passado, não existe mais....&lt;br /&gt;O tempo é agora....&lt;br /&gt;O lugar é aqui....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31705860-117328348981606078?l=mlaranja.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mlaranja.blogspot.com/feeds/117328348981606078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31705860&amp;postID=117328348981606078' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31705860/posts/default/117328348981606078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31705860/posts/default/117328348981606078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mlaranja.blogspot.com/2007/03/theres-time-nplace-for-everything-for.html' title='&quot;There´s a time n´place for everything, for everyone&quot;....'/><author><name>Laranja</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06768627853129772124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YOf3XPkKkSA/TAiJG-kOSSI/AAAAAAAAAJE/_IvcMkVTm8Y/S220/fds+fazendinha3+136.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31705860.post-116783954557719993</id><published>2007-01-03T07:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-03T07:55:43.500-08:00</updated><title type='text'>11:37</title><content type='html'>Quando eu vi as horas pensei que fosse tarde,&lt;br /&gt;Ao mesmo tempo, pensei que ainda é cedo.&lt;br /&gt;Cedo pra dizer que voce faz parte da maior parte dos meus pensamentos....&lt;br /&gt;E agora eu quero aproveitar os momentos que voce esta perto, ainda que seja nos meus pensamentos....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uma noite doce de pensamentos amargos,&lt;br /&gt;Por não poder sentir a sua boca na minha boca,&lt;br /&gt;Enquanto isso, eu imagino sentir o gosto do nosso beijo....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Te procurei em outros corpos,&lt;br /&gt;Me encontrei no fundo de um copo.&lt;br /&gt;Eu quero me encontrar em voce e que voce se encontre em mim....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vou esperar voce voltar, assim como espero o sol nos dias de chuva,&lt;br /&gt;E quando voce chegar, não exitirá mais voce, nem eu....&lt;br /&gt;Seremos nós....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31705860-116783954557719993?l=mlaranja.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mlaranja.blogspot.com/feeds/116783954557719993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31705860&amp;postID=116783954557719993' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31705860/posts/default/116783954557719993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31705860/posts/default/116783954557719993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mlaranja.blogspot.com/2007/01/1137.html' title='11:37'/><author><name>Laranja</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06768627853129772124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YOf3XPkKkSA/TAiJG-kOSSI/AAAAAAAAAJE/_IvcMkVTm8Y/S220/fds+fazendinha3+136.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31705860.post-116783924359749032</id><published>2007-01-03T07:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-03T07:47:23.616-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Culpa e desculpa....</title><content type='html'>Eu não acredito em relações baseadas em promessas....&lt;br /&gt;Eu acredito em relações sem culpa, sem desculpas....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu não acredito em promessas de amor....&lt;br /&gt;Eu acredito em amor sem culpa, sem desculpas....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pode ser incondicional,&lt;br /&gt;Pode ser eterno,&lt;br /&gt;Não importa o nome....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu não te amo por sua causa,&lt;br /&gt;Eu não te amo por minha causa,&lt;br /&gt;O amor não tem culpa....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enquanto eu for eu mesmo,&lt;br /&gt;Enquanto voce for voce mesma,&lt;br /&gt;Ninguem precisa de desculpas....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31705860-116783924359749032?l=mlaranja.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mlaranja.blogspot.com/feeds/116783924359749032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31705860&amp;postID=116783924359749032' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31705860/posts/default/116783924359749032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31705860/posts/default/116783924359749032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mlaranja.blogspot.com/2007/01/culpa-e-desculpa.html' title='Culpa e desculpa....'/><author><name>Laranja</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06768627853129772124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YOf3XPkKkSA/TAiJG-kOSSI/AAAAAAAAAJE/_IvcMkVTm8Y/S220/fds+fazendinha3+136.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31705860.post-115518056189266556</id><published>2006-08-09T20:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-29T13:00:51.130-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tudo Acontece</title><content type='html'>Meio dia, vento oeste&lt;br /&gt;Lua cheia, vento sul&lt;br /&gt;Pôr-do-dol, vento leste&lt;br /&gt;Dia inteiro, vento norte&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As nuvens enfileiradas, destino traçado&lt;br /&gt;A base colorida, visão embaçada&lt;br /&gt;O céu azul, perna esticada&lt;br /&gt;A linha branca, sorriso estampado&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um vôo livre a vida inteira&lt;br /&gt;A vida inteira um vôo livre&lt;br /&gt;Um vôo livre e inteiro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na montanha, o brilho da moeda&lt;br /&gt;Na cachoeira, a subida certa&lt;br /&gt;No vale tudo acontece!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31705860-115518056189266556?l=mlaranja.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mlaranja.blogspot.com/feeds/115518056189266556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31705860&amp;postID=115518056189266556' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31705860/posts/default/115518056189266556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31705860/posts/default/115518056189266556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mlaranja.blogspot.com/2006/08/tudo-acontece.html' title='Tudo Acontece'/><author><name>Laranja</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06768627853129772124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YOf3XPkKkSA/TAiJG-kOSSI/AAAAAAAAAJE/_IvcMkVTm8Y/S220/fds+fazendinha3+136.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31705860.post-115462911383028571</id><published>2006-08-03T11:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-03T11:18:33.853-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Asas</title><content type='html'>Ainda meio sem tempo, resolvi criar o meu próprio....&lt;br /&gt;Ainda meio sem rumo, resolvi criar o meu própiro....&lt;br /&gt;Ainda meio sem controle, resolvi  criar o meu próprio....&lt;br /&gt;Ainda meio sem luz, resolvi criar a minha própria....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por isso estou ilhado, mas não sou um náufrago....&lt;br /&gt;Cheguei até aqui atravez de minhas asas....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Se o futuro parece escuro,&lt;br /&gt;Somos nós que devemos brilhar.&lt;br /&gt;Se não há ninguém no controle,&lt;br /&gt;Somos nós que traçamos a linha.&lt;br /&gt;Embora vivamos em tempos difíceis,&lt;br /&gt;Somos nós que devemos arriscar.&lt;br /&gt;Embora saibamos que o tempo tem asas,&lt;br /&gt;Somos nós que devemos voar." (Rush)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31705860-115462911383028571?l=mlaranja.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mlaranja.blogspot.com/feeds/115462911383028571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31705860&amp;postID=115462911383028571' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31705860/posts/default/115462911383028571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31705860/posts/default/115462911383028571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mlaranja.blogspot.com/2006/08/asas.html' title='Asas'/><author><name>Laranja</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06768627853129772124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YOf3XPkKkSA/TAiJG-kOSSI/AAAAAAAAAJE/_IvcMkVTm8Y/S220/fds+fazendinha3+136.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31705860.post-115400051318195059</id><published>2006-07-27T04:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-27T04:41:53.206-07:00</updated><title type='text'>O amor, o amar....</title><content type='html'>Sem querer banalisar o verbo, mas é engraçado qdo a gente fala de amor as pessoas sempre pensam em paixão, em estar apaixonado, o amor e a paixão são distintos....&lt;br /&gt;A paixão é palpavel, a paixão doi, a paixão prende, a paixão nasce, cresce e morre....&lt;br /&gt;O amor é abstrato, o amor alivia, o amor cria, o amor é infinito, sem inicio ou fim....&lt;br /&gt;Eu posso amar sem estar necessariamente apaixonado, mas nunca apaixonar sem estar amando....&lt;br /&gt;Sim, eu amo....&lt;br /&gt;Amo minha família...&lt;br /&gt;Amo estar sozinho....&lt;br /&gt;Amo meus amigos....&lt;br /&gt;Amo o por do sol....&lt;br /&gt;Amo ser livre....&lt;br /&gt;Amo voar....&lt;br /&gt;Amo música....&lt;br /&gt;Amo viver a minha vida....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apaixonado....&lt;br /&gt;Sim, ja fui muitas vezes....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que o amor crie muitas paixões ainda....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31705860-115400051318195059?l=mlaranja.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mlaranja.blogspot.com/feeds/115400051318195059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31705860&amp;postID=115400051318195059' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31705860/posts/default/115400051318195059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31705860/posts/default/115400051318195059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mlaranja.blogspot.com/2006/07/o-amor-o-amar.html' title='O amor, o amar....'/><author><name>Laranja</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06768627853129772124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YOf3XPkKkSA/TAiJG-kOSSI/AAAAAAAAAJE/_IvcMkVTm8Y/S220/fds+fazendinha3+136.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31705860.post-115393596068461337</id><published>2006-07-26T10:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-26T10:46:00.690-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jogo de brincadeira</title><content type='html'>Tem gente que acha que o amor é um jogo,&lt;br /&gt;Tem gente que acha que amar é jogar....&lt;br /&gt;Tem gente que ama jogando,&lt;br /&gt;Tem gente que joga amando....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tem gente que acha que o amor é uma brincadeira,&lt;br /&gt;Tem gente que acha que amar é brincar....&lt;br /&gt;Tem gente que ama brincando,&lt;br /&gt;Tem gente que brinca amando....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jogando, um ganha outro perde....&lt;br /&gt;Brincando todo mundo se diverte....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu quero brincar com vc!...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31705860-115393596068461337?l=mlaranja.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mlaranja.blogspot.com/feeds/115393596068461337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31705860&amp;postID=115393596068461337' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31705860/posts/default/115393596068461337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31705860/posts/default/115393596068461337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mlaranja.blogspot.com/2006/07/jogo-de-brincadeira.html' title='Jogo de brincadeira'/><author><name>Laranja</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06768627853129772124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YOf3XPkKkSA/TAiJG-kOSSI/AAAAAAAAAJE/_IvcMkVTm8Y/S220/fds+fazendinha3+136.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31705860.post-115393290264730403</id><published>2006-07-26T09:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-26T09:55:02.646-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Meia-noite</title><content type='html'>o passado veio me visitar&lt;br /&gt;agora ñ adianta mais o sol me procurar&lt;br /&gt;meia-noite, um beijo entorpecente&lt;br /&gt;o dia inteiro, um vacuo na mente&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o presente se perdeu no ar&lt;br /&gt;agora ñ adianta mais a lua me procurar&lt;br /&gt;meia-noite, um beijo entorpecente&lt;br /&gt;o dia inteiro, o corpo ardente&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o futuro adormeceu&lt;br /&gt;agora não adianta mais eu te procurar&lt;br /&gt;o passado virou presente&lt;br /&gt;o presente virou passado&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o passado aquece&lt;br /&gt;o presente entorpece&lt;br /&gt;o futuro esquece, enlouquece, apodrece....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;meia-noite, o corpo aquece&lt;br /&gt;meia-noite, o beijo entorpece&lt;br /&gt;meia-noite, a mente esquece, enlouquece, apodrece....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31705860-115393290264730403?l=mlaranja.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mlaranja.blogspot.com/feeds/115393290264730403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YOf3XPkKkSA/TAiJG-kOSSI/AAAAAAAAAJE/_IvcMkVTm8Y/S220/fds+fazendinha3+136.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31705860.post-115393257317121048</id><published>2006-07-26T09:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-26T09:49:33.180-07:00</updated><title type='text'>1º post</title><content type='html'>Seguindo os passos do meu amigo Gordi, resolvi criar um blog, vamo ver até onde eu consigo chegar com isso....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nesse primeiro post, vou aproveitar uma frase de uma grande amiga que não vejo ha muito tempo:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"A cabeça nas nuvens ajuda a manter os pensamentos elevados" (Stefânia)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31705860-115393257317121048?l=mlaranja.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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