<?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-20788407</id><updated>2011-09-14T20:16:32.234-04:00</updated><title type='text'>"O que se leva da vida é a vida que se leva..."</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bimarchezano.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20788407/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bimarchezano.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20788407/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Bianca Marchezano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01662884429627180715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/486/2094/1600/montagem.1.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>236</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20788407.post-2942085050540886713</id><published>2007-03-31T12:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T13:45:36.711-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Raspas e Restos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_06QTfTsSXuM/Rg6Z66KlNPI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fO9NgTqt1ss/s1600-h/pb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048141469654004978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_06QTfTsSXuM/Rg6Z66KlNPI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fO9NgTqt1ss/s320/pb.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu tô perdido sem pai nem mãe&lt;br /&gt;bem na porta da sua casa&lt;br /&gt;Eu tô pedindo a tua mão&lt;br /&gt;e um pouquinho do braço&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Migalhas dormidas do teu pão&lt;br /&gt;Raspas e restos me interessam&lt;br /&gt;Pequenas porções de ilusão&lt;br /&gt;Mentiras sinceras me interessam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu tô pedindo a tua mão&lt;br /&gt;me leve pra qualquer lado&lt;br /&gt;Só um pouquinho de proteção&lt;br /&gt;ao maior abandonado&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teu corpo com amor ou não&lt;br /&gt;Raspas e restos me interessam&lt;br /&gt;Me ame como a um irmão&lt;br /&gt;Mentiras sinceras me interessam,&lt;br /&gt;me interessam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Migalhas dormidas do teu pão&lt;br /&gt;Raspas e restos me interessam&lt;br /&gt;Pequenas porções de ilusão&lt;br /&gt;Mentiras sinceras me interessam,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu tô pedindo a tua mão&lt;br /&gt;me leve pra qualquer lado&lt;br /&gt;Só um pouquinho de proteção ao maior abandonado&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Cazuza)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20788407-2942085050540886713?l=bimarchezano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bimarchezano.blogspot.com/feeds/2942085050540886713/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20788407&amp;postID=2942085050540886713' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20788407/posts/default/2942085050540886713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20788407/posts/default/2942085050540886713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bimarchezano.blogspot.com/2007/03/raspas-e-restos.html' title='Raspas e Restos'/><author><name>Bianca Marchezano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01662884429627180715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/486/2094/1600/montagem.1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_06QTfTsSXuM/Rg6Z66KlNPI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fO9NgTqt1ss/s72-c/pb.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20788407.post-116977879391266879</id><published>2007-01-25T21:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-25T21:35:17.190-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Matrix</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;You take the blue pill and the story ends. You wake in your bed and you believe whatever you want to believe&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;You take the red pill and you stay in Wonderland and I show you how deep the rabbit-hole goes&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;(Morpheus)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"What keeps the world in chains but your beliefs? And what can save the world except your Self? Belief is powerful indeed. The thoughts you hold are mighty, and illusions are as strong in their effects as is the truth. A madman thinks the world he sees is real, and does not doubt it. Nor can he be swayed by questioning his thoughts' effects. It is but when their source is raised to question that the hope of freedom comes to him at last.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet is salvation easily achieved, for anyone is free to change his mind, and all his thoughts change with it. Now the source of thought has shifted, for to change your mind means you have changed the source of all ideas you think or ever thought or yet will think. You free the past from what you thought before. You free the future from all ancient thoughts of seeking what you do not want to find.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seek not within the world to find your Self. Love is not found in darkness and in death. Yet it is perfectly apparent to the eyes that see and ears that hear love's Voice. Today we practice making free your mind of all the laws you think you must obey; of all the limits under which you live, and all the changes that you think are part of human destiny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The world is nothing in itself. Your mind must give it meaning. And what you behold upon it are your wishes, acted out so you can look on them and think them real. Perhaps you think you did not make the world, but came unwillingly to what was made already, hardly waiting for your thoughts to give it meaning. Yet in truth you found exactly what you looked for when you came.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is no world apart from what you wish, and herein lies your ultimate release. Change but your mind on what you want to see, and all the world must change accordingly. Ideas leave not their source. This central theme is often stated in the text, and must be borne in mind if you would understand the lesson for today. It is not pride which tells you that you made the world you see, and that it changes as you change your mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it is pride that argues you have come into a world quite separate from yourself, impervious to what you think, and quite apart from what you chance to think it is. There is no world! This is the central thought the course attempts to teach. Not everyone is ready to accept it, and each one must go as far as he can let himself be led along the road to truth. He will return and go still farther, or perhaps step back a while and then return again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But healing is the gift of those who are prepared to learn there is no world, and can accept the lesson now. Their readiness will bring the lesson to them in some form which they can understand and recognize.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uncertainty about what you must be is self-deception on a scale so vast, its magnitude can hardly be conceived. To be alive and not to know yourself is to believe that you are really dead. For what is life except to be yourself, and what but you can be alive instead? Who is the doubter? What is it he doubts? Whom does he question? Who can answer him?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He merely states that he is not himself, and therefore, being something else, becomes a questioner of what that something is. Yet he could never be alive at all unless he knew the answer. If he asks as if he does not know, it merely shows he does not want to be the thing he is. He has accepted it because he lives; has judged against it and denied its worth, and has decided that he does not know the only certainty by which he lives."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20788407-116977879391266879?l=bimarchezano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bimarchezano.blogspot.com/feeds/116977879391266879/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20788407&amp;postID=116977879391266879' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20788407/posts/default/116977879391266879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20788407/posts/default/116977879391266879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bimarchezano.blogspot.com/2007/01/matrix.html' title='Matrix'/><author><name>Bianca Marchezano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01662884429627180715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/486/2094/1600/montagem.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20788407.post-116977639919669214</id><published>2007-01-25T20:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-25T20:53:19.216-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Outra vez??? Ai...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/486/2094/1600/545881/Buda%2520Av.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/486/2094/320/796156/Buda%2520Av.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Veja&lt;br /&gt;Não diga que a canção está perdida&lt;br /&gt;Tenha em fé em Deus, tenha fé na vida&lt;br /&gt;Tente ou...tra vez&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beba&lt;br /&gt;Pois a água viva ainda está na fonte&lt;br /&gt;Você tem dois pés para cruzar a ponte&lt;br /&gt;Nada aca...bou, não não não não&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tente&lt;br /&gt;Levante sua mão sedenta e recomece a andar&lt;br /&gt;Não pense que a cabeça agüenta se você parar,&lt;br /&gt;Há uma voz que canta, uma voz que dança, uma voz que gira&lt;br /&gt;Bailando no ar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Queira&lt;br /&gt;Basta ser sincero e desejar profundo&lt;br /&gt;Você será capaz de sacudir o mundo, vai&lt;br /&gt;Tente ou...tra vez&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tente&lt;br /&gt;E não diga que a vitória está perdida&lt;br /&gt;Se é de batalhas que se vive a vida&lt;br /&gt;Tente outra vez"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;(Raul Seixas)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20788407-116977639919669214?l=bimarchezano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bimarchezano.blogspot.com/feeds/116977639919669214/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20788407&amp;postID=116977639919669214' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20788407/posts/default/116977639919669214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20788407/posts/default/116977639919669214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bimarchezano.blogspot.com/2007/01/outra-vez-ai.html' title='Outra vez??? Ai...'/><author><name>Bianca Marchezano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01662884429627180715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/486/2094/1600/montagem.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20788407.post-116838735927277664</id><published>2007-01-09T18:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-09T19:02:39.326-05:00</updated><title type='text'>É só uma música, pessoal. Hehe</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/486/2094/1600/639789/DSC04024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/486/2094/320/689531/DSC04024.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Quando acaba uma paixão&lt;br /&gt;Os sorrisos se apagam&lt;br /&gt;E as falsas palavras&lt;br /&gt;Não dizem nada&lt;br /&gt;É inútil conversar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando acaba uma paixão&lt;br /&gt;O carinho incomoda&lt;br /&gt;Os olhares se desviam&lt;br /&gt;As bocas dizem não&lt;br /&gt;Já não querem se encontrar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Procuram desculpas&lt;br /&gt;De quem foi a culpa de outra desilusão&lt;br /&gt;Humm... (ohh..ohh...ohh...)&lt;br /&gt;E de repente o corpo mente pra emoção&lt;br /&gt;Se acaba o desejo de se tocar&lt;br /&gt;Se evitam os beijos na hora de amar&lt;br /&gt;Tentando mentir pro coração&lt;br /&gt;Deixando entrar a solidão&lt;br /&gt;Estranhos na cama, sem prazer&lt;br /&gt;Almas distantes e um querer&lt;br /&gt;Já não existe solução&lt;br /&gt;É triste quando acaba uma paixão&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohh...ohh..ohh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando acaba uma paixão&lt;br /&gt;Aparecem os defeitos&lt;br /&gt;E nada é perfeito&lt;br /&gt;Se perde o respeito&lt;br /&gt;E até o direito de chorar"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Daniel)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20788407-116838735927277664?l=bimarchezano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bimarchezano.blogspot.com/feeds/116838735927277664/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20788407&amp;postID=116838735927277664' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20788407/posts/default/116838735927277664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20788407/posts/default/116838735927277664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bimarchezano.blogspot.com/2007/01/s-uma-msica-pessoal-hehe.html' title='É só uma música, pessoal. Hehe'/><author><name>Bianca Marchezano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01662884429627180715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/486/2094/1600/montagem.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20788407.post-116821604989311088</id><published>2007-01-07T19:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-07T19:27:29.913-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/486/2094/1600/270876/DSC00378.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/486/2094/320/177760/DSC00378.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20788407-116821604989311088?l=bimarchezano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bimarchezano.blogspot.com/feeds/116821604989311088/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20788407&amp;postID=116821604989311088' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20788407/posts/default/116821604989311088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20788407/posts/default/116821604989311088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bimarchezano.blogspot.com/2007/01/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Bianca Marchezano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01662884429627180715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/486/2094/1600/montagem.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20788407.post-116820545493655303</id><published>2007-01-07T16:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-08T04:40:52.046-05:00</updated><title type='text'>2007 - Ano Novo!</title><content type='html'>Eeeeeeeeeeeeee&lt;br /&gt;2007!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Muito feliz!&lt;br /&gt;Muito esperançosa!!!&lt;br /&gt;Porque 2006 foi um ano maravilhoso pra mim!&lt;br /&gt;E percebi que a gente pode de verdade!&lt;br /&gt;Pode tudo!&lt;br /&gt;Pode recomeçar do zero!&lt;br /&gt;Basta querer. Ou melhor, não basta querer.&lt;br /&gt;Tem que querer e ir atrás.&lt;br /&gt;Ter força.&lt;br /&gt;Buscar forças nas coisas bonitas da vida, em Deus, na família, nos amigos de verdade.&lt;br /&gt;Sim, essas coisas nos foratalecem.&lt;br /&gt;Mas buscar forças principalmente dentro de nós mesmos.&lt;br /&gt;E fazer acontecer.&lt;br /&gt;2006 foi realmente maravilhoso.&lt;br /&gt;Posso falar que um dos melhores anos da minha vida.&lt;br /&gt;Porque apesar de ter tido muitos anos maravilhosos , esse ano não foi feito somente de momentos bons (o que já é incrível), mas também de realizações, de superações, de conquistas, de muitas, mas muitas mudanças mesmo.&lt;br /&gt;Graças a Deus.&lt;br /&gt;Obrigada Deus!&lt;br /&gt;E obrigada a todos aqueles que me deram a mão quando eu percisei, aqueles que acreditaram em mim, que estiveram do meu lado, e que, com pequenas ou grandes atitudes, em poucos ou muitos momentos, contribuíram pra que esse ano entrasse pra história!!! heheeeeeeeeeeee&lt;br /&gt;Que venha 2007!!!&lt;br /&gt;Que Deus dê a mim, à minha família e meus lindos amigos muita paz e saúde, e o resto, pode deixar que a gente corre atrás!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;* De novo elegi esse do C.D.A. pra começar o ano* É simplesmente demais!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Receita de Ano Novo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"Para você ganhar belíssimo Ano Novo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;cor do arco-íris, ou da cor da sua paz,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Ano Novo sem comparação com todo o tempo já vivido&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;(mal vivido talvez ou sem sentido)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;para você ganhar um ano&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;não apenas pintado de novo, remendado às carreiras,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;mas novo nas sementinhas do vir-a-ser;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;novo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;até no coração das coisas menos percebidas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;(a começar pelo seu interior)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;novo, espontâneo, que de tão perfeito nem se nota,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;mas com ele se come, se passeia,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;se ama, se compreende, se trabalha,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;você não precisa beber champanha ou qualquer outra birita,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;não precisa expedir nem receber mensagens&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(planta recebe mensagens? passa telegramas?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Não precisa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;fazer lista de boas intenções&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;para arquivá-las na gaveta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Não precisa chorar arrependido&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;pelas besteiras consumidas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;nem parvamente acreditar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;que por decreto de esperança&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;a partir de janeiro as coisas mudem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;e seja tudo claridade, recompensa,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;justiça entre os homens e as nações,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;liberdade com cheiro e gosto de pão matinal,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;direitos respeitados, começando&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;pelo direito augusto de viver.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Para ganhar um Ano Novo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;que mereça este nome,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;você, meu caro, tem de merecê-lo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;tem de fazê-lo novo, eu sei que não é fácil,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;mas tente, experimente, consciente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;É dentro de você que o Ano Novo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;cochila e espera desde sempre."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;(Carlos Drummond de Andrade)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20788407-116820545493655303?l=bimarchezano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bimarchezano.blogspot.com/feeds/116820545493655303/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20788407&amp;postID=116820545493655303' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20788407/posts/default/116820545493655303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20788407/posts/default/116820545493655303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bimarchezano.blogspot.com/2007/01/2007-ano-novo.html' title='2007 - Ano Novo!'/><author><name>Bianca Marchezano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01662884429627180715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/486/2094/1600/montagem.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20788407.post-116697816040776284</id><published>2006-12-24T11:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-07T16:07:04.490-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Christmas (War Is Over)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/486/2094/1600/879010/DSC00329.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/486/2094/320/944456/DSC00329.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"So this is Christmas&lt;br /&gt;And what have you done&lt;br /&gt;Another year over&lt;br /&gt;And a new one just begun&lt;br /&gt;And so this is Christmas&lt;br /&gt;I hope you have fun&lt;br /&gt;The near and the dear ones&lt;br /&gt;The old and the young&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A very merry Christmas&lt;br /&gt;And a happy New Year&lt;br /&gt;Let's hope it's a good one&lt;br /&gt;Without any fear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so this is Christmas War is over&lt;br /&gt;For weak and for strong If you want it&lt;br /&gt;For rich and the poor ones War is over&lt;br /&gt;The road is so long Now&lt;br /&gt;And so happy Christmas War is over&lt;br /&gt;For black and for white If you want it&lt;br /&gt;For yellow and red ones War is over&lt;br /&gt;Let's stop all the fight Now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(John Lennon / Yoko Ono)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20788407-116697816040776284?l=bimarchezano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bimarchezano.blogspot.com/feeds/116697816040776284/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20788407&amp;postID=116697816040776284' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20788407/posts/default/116697816040776284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20788407/posts/default/116697816040776284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bimarchezano.blogspot.com/2006/12/happy-christmas-war-is-over.html' title='Happy Christmas (War Is Over)'/><author><name>Bianca Marchezano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01662884429627180715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/486/2094/1600/montagem.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20788407.post-116697661894522620</id><published>2006-12-24T11:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-24T11:10:18.946-05:00</updated><title type='text'>"hoje a noite é nossa"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/486/2094/1600/699539/Casa%20Me%20002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/486/2094/320/560310/Casa%20Me%20002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/486/2094/1600/7192/Casa%20Me%20003%20corte.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/486/2094/320/352557/Casa%20Me%20003%20corte.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20788407-116697661894522620?l=bimarchezano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bimarchezano.blogspot.com/feeds/116697661894522620/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20788407&amp;postID=116697661894522620' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20788407/posts/default/116697661894522620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20788407/posts/default/116697661894522620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bimarchezano.blogspot.com/2006/12/hoje-noite-nossa.html' title='&quot;hoje a noite é nossa&quot;'/><author><name>Bianca Marchezano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01662884429627180715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/486/2094/1600/montagem.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20788407.post-116697618667280781</id><published>2006-12-24T10:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-24T11:03:06.706-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Eu vou fazer um leilãooooooooo.... IRRAAAAAAAAA</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Show do Cesar Menotti &amp; Fabiano no Vila Country.&lt;br /&gt;O show foi muuuuuuuuito bom.&lt;br /&gt;Bom, os shows que tenho ido todos têm sido maravilhosos.&lt;br /&gt;Não tiramos fotos no show, mas aí algumas do esquenta na casa da Nanda e do Amin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/486/2094/1600/588958/DSC00059.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/486/2094/320/899562/DSC00059.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/486/2094/1600/484388/DSC00063.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/486/2094/320/543585/DSC00063.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/486/2094/1600/297916/DSC00064.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/486/2094/320/798111/DSC00064.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/486/2094/1600/14389/DSC00066.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/486/2094/320/64779/DSC00066.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;"... estou aqui tão perto, me arremate pra voceeeeeeeeeee!!!!!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20788407-116697618667280781?l=bimarchezano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bimarchezano.blogspot.com/feeds/116697618667280781/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20788407&amp;postID=116697618667280781' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20788407/posts/default/116697618667280781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20788407/posts/default/116697618667280781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bimarchezano.blogspot.com/2006/12/eu-vou-fazer-um-leilooooooooo.html' title='Eu vou fazer um leilãooooooooo.... IRRAAAAAAAAA'/><author><name>Bianca Marchezano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01662884429627180715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/486/2094/1600/montagem.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20788407.post-116697442164046465</id><published>2006-12-24T10:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-24T10:33:41.686-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Aniversário vó Nê - 81 anos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/486/2094/1600/508575/DSC00043.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/486/2094/320/726127/DSC00043.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obrigada Vó!&lt;br /&gt;Por existir!&lt;br /&gt;Por ser quem você é!&lt;br /&gt;Esse exemplo de força, alegria e ânimo.&lt;br /&gt;Exemplo de vó.&lt;br /&gt;De filha.&lt;br /&gt;De irmã, de mãe, de esposa.&lt;br /&gt;De amiga.&lt;br /&gt;De bagunceira, de festeira.&lt;br /&gt;De pique, de energia.&lt;br /&gt;Eu te amo.&lt;br /&gt;Muito, muito mesmo.&lt;br /&gt;Você é minha luz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/486/2094/1600/182773/DSC00027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/486/2094/320/610176/DSC00027.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Eu e meu irmão fazendo pose de parecidos)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/486/2094/1600/16276/DSC00031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/486/2094/320/433325/DSC00031.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/486/2094/1600/3899/DSC00058.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/486/2094/320/464246/DSC00058.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20788407-116697442164046465?l=bimarchezano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bimarchezano.blogspot.com/feeds/116697442164046465/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20788407&amp;postID=116697442164046465' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20788407/posts/default/116697442164046465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20788407/posts/default/116697442164046465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bimarchezano.blogspot.com/2006/12/aniversrio-v-n-81-anos.html' title='Aniversário vó Nê - 81 anos'/><author><name>Bianca Marchezano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01662884429627180715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/486/2094/1600/montagem.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20788407.post-116697238411403119</id><published>2006-12-24T09:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-24T09:59:44.140-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Crianças?: Sempre!!!</title><content type='html'>Aniversário da Luaninha.&lt;br /&gt;Buffet Infantil; a gente adora...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/486/2094/1600/762947/DSC00167.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/486/2094/320/280948/DSC00167.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/486/2094/1600/437202/DSC00126.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/486/2094/320/524937/DSC00126.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/486/2094/1600/709512/DSC00124.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/486/2094/320/657025/DSC00124.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/486/2094/1600/365967/DSC00121.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/486/2094/320/691573/DSC00121.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/486/2094/1600/351452/DSC00110.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/486/2094/320/379070/DSC00110.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20788407-116697238411403119?l=bimarchezano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bimarchezano.blogspot.com/feeds/116697238411403119/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20788407&amp;postID=116697238411403119' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20788407/posts/default/116697238411403119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20788407/posts/default/116697238411403119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bimarchezano.blogspot.com/2006/12/crianas-sempre.html' title='Crianças?: Sempre!!!'/><author><name>Bianca Marchezano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01662884429627180715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/486/2094/1600/montagem.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20788407.post-116697103319741054</id><published>2006-12-24T09:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-24T09:37:13.196-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Uma cidade chamada O.C. - Osvaldo Cruz</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/486/2094/1600/338156/PB030156.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/486/2094/320/719104/PB030156.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Nandaaaaaaaaa.... quero as fotos de Osvaldo. Só tenho essa eu e o Amin, antes de irmos pra festa em Adamantina... hehe - que por sinal foi muuuuuuuito boa.&lt;br /&gt;Me manda as outras???????&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20788407-116697103319741054?l=bimarchezano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bimarchezano.blogspot.com/feeds/116697103319741054/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20788407&amp;postID=116697103319741054' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20788407/posts/default/116697103319741054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20788407/posts/default/116697103319741054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bimarchezano.blogspot.com/2006/12/uma-cidade-chamada-oc-osvaldo-cruz.html' title='Uma cidade chamada O.C. - Osvaldo Cruz'/><author><name>Bianca Marchezano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01662884429627180715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/486/2094/1600/montagem.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20788407.post-116697048519788275</id><published>2006-12-24T09:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-24T09:28:05.220-05:00</updated><title type='text'>E essas?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;E essas da Páscoa em Ubatuba?&lt;br /&gt;Ri, Paula, tô com saudades de vocês!!!&lt;br /&gt;Para 2007: quero me organizar melhor para conseguir passar mais tempo com todos os meus amigos!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/486/2094/1600/572169/exploradores.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/486/2094/320/613237/exploradores.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/486/2094/1600/150157/P4150068.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/486/2094/320/735155/P4150068.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/486/2094/1600/445363/P4150075.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/486/2094/320/104906/P4150075.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (Eu ainda tinha meus cachinhos dourados hehehe)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20788407-116697048519788275?l=bimarchezano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bimarchezano.blogspot.com/feeds/116697048519788275/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20788407&amp;postID=116697048519788275' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20788407/posts/default/116697048519788275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20788407/posts/default/116697048519788275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bimarchezano.blogspot.com/2006/12/e-essas.html' title='E essas?'/><author><name>Bianca Marchezano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01662884429627180715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/486/2094/1600/montagem.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20788407.post-116696943524134787</id><published>2006-12-24T09:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-24T09:10:35.243-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Já coloquei essas?</title><content type='html'>Acho que não, né?&lt;br /&gt;São de Tatuí, também, quando teve o show do Babado em Sorocaba.&lt;br /&gt;Adoro essas fotos...&lt;br /&gt;E adorei a viagem... O show... tudo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/486/2094/1600/480826/Imagem024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/486/2094/320/818161/Imagem024.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/486/2094/1600/722468/Imagem000.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/486/2094/320/505380/Imagem000.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20788407-116696943524134787?l=bimarchezano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bimarchezano.blogspot.com/feeds/116696943524134787/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20788407&amp;postID=116696943524134787' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20788407/posts/default/116696943524134787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20788407/posts/default/116696943524134787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bimarchezano.blogspot.com/2006/12/j-coloquei-essas.html' title='Já coloquei essas?'/><author><name>Bianca Marchezano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01662884429627180715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/486/2094/1600/montagem.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20788407.post-116696896717254433</id><published>2006-12-24T08:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-24T09:02:47.173-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Bodas Cris &amp; Tio Nelson</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sem comentários...&lt;br /&gt;Teria fotos muito boas de todo mundo pra postar desaa festa, se o Marcelo não fosse essa negação no quisito fotos.&lt;br /&gt;Bom, mas tenho 2 lindas da minha família por enquanto.&lt;br /&gt;Que fique bem claro que não desisti das fotos do Má, e quando, um dia, por um milagre divino, eu receber as fotos, irei postar aqui.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/486/2094/1600/835127/Nova%20imagem%202.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/486/2094/320/347110/Nova%20imagem%202.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Que lindos!!!! Meu tio Davi, minha vózinha, Mamy e vovô.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/486/2094/1600/855265/Nova%20imagem.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/486/2094/320/736011/Nova%20imagem.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Os Netos, os respectivos, e os sem respectivos... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;(Edu, Lala, Cris, Carol, Fe, Dé, Rafa, Bru, Caio &amp;amp; Eu - linda, fala aí! hehe)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20788407-116696896717254433?l=bimarchezano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bimarchezano.blogspot.com/feeds/116696896717254433/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20788407&amp;postID=116696896717254433' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20788407/posts/default/116696896717254433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20788407/posts/default/116696896717254433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bimarchezano.blogspot.com/2006/12/bodas-cris-tio-nelson.html' title='Bodas Cris &amp; Tio Nelson'/><author><name>Bianca Marchezano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01662884429627180715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/486/2094/1600/montagem.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20788407.post-116696835574598349</id><published>2006-12-24T08:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-24T08:52:35.766-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Meu aniversário...</title><content type='html'>Memê, acho que dá pra competir qual aniversário foi mais caótico ese ano, éim??? O seu teve ataque do PCC, e no meu, véspera de feriado, a maior chuva de todos os tempos, a cidade ficou alagada... Hum... mas acho que vc ganhou!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mesmo assim, minhas queridas amigas não me deixaram na mão...&lt;br /&gt;É nóis!!!(nas fritas!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/486/2094/1600/341903/PB020113.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/486/2094/320/97935/PB020113.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/486/2094/1600/158982/PB010076.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/486/2094/320/22185/PB010076.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Aeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/486/2094/1600/791798/PB020104.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/486/2094/320/919513/PB020104.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Léo, Eu e Vivita...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/486/2094/1600/854662/PB020126.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/486/2094/320/881001/PB020126.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Eu e Amandita...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/486/2094/1600/364694/PB020133.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/486/2094/320/545227/PB020133.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Nanda e Eu...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20788407-116696835574598349?l=bimarchezano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bimarchezano.blogspot.com/feeds/116696835574598349/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20788407&amp;postID=116696835574598349' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20788407/posts/default/116696835574598349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20788407/posts/default/116696835574598349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bimarchezano.blogspot.com/2006/12/meu-aniversrio.html' title='Meu aniversário...'/><author><name>Bianca Marchezano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01662884429627180715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/486/2094/1600/montagem.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20788407.post-116696711094634241</id><published>2006-12-24T08:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-24T08:31:50.946-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Peraííííí!!!!</title><content type='html'>Antes do ano acabar, será que consigo postar as fotos que fiquei de postar? Será que conseguem me mandar as fotos que ficaram de mandar????&lt;br /&gt;Bom, vou tentar......&lt;br /&gt;Vou começar com o que tenho aqui....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20788407-116696711094634241?l=bimarchezano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bimarchezano.blogspot.com/feeds/116696711094634241/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20788407&amp;postID=116696711094634241' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20788407/posts/default/116696711094634241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20788407/posts/default/116696711094634241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bimarchezano.blogspot.com/2006/12/pera.html' title='Peraííííí!!!!'/><author><name>Bianca Marchezano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01662884429627180715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/486/2094/1600/montagem.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20788407.post-116696691792945412</id><published>2006-12-24T08:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-24T10:03:54.056-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Retrospectiva?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Aos que me jogaram pedras, o meu &lt;strong&gt;"muito obrigada!"&lt;/strong&gt;. Foi com elas que construí o meu castelo.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20788407-116696691792945412?l=bimarchezano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bimarchezano.blogspot.com/feeds/116696691792945412/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20788407&amp;postID=116696691792945412' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20788407/posts/default/116696691792945412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20788407/posts/default/116696691792945412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bimarchezano.blogspot.com/2006/12/retrospectiva.html' title='Retrospectiva?'/><author><name>Bianca Marchezano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01662884429627180715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/486/2094/1600/montagem.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20788407.post-116681535661814048</id><published>2006-12-22T14:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-22T14:22:36.640-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ho ho ho!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/486/2094/1600/43299/papai_noel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/486/2094/320/200995/papai_noel.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20788407-116681535661814048?l=bimarchezano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bimarchezano.blogspot.com/feeds/116681535661814048/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20788407&amp;postID=116681535661814048' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20788407/posts/default/116681535661814048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20788407/posts/default/116681535661814048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bimarchezano.blogspot.com/2006/12/ho-ho-ho.html' title='Ho ho ho!'/><author><name>Bianca Marchezano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01662884429627180715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/486/2094/1600/montagem.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20788407.post-116614679659690403</id><published>2006-12-14T20:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-14T20:39:56.616-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Soy Yo!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/486/2094/1600/780892/foto%201.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/486/2094/320/319874/foto%201.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/486/2094/1600/151896/foto%203.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/486/2094/320/532864/foto%203.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20788407-116614679659690403?l=bimarchezano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bimarchezano.blogspot.com/feeds/116614679659690403/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20788407&amp;postID=116614679659690403' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20788407/posts/default/116614679659690403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20788407/posts/default/116614679659690403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bimarchezano.blogspot.com/2006/12/soy-yo.html' title='Soy Yo!'/><author><name>Bianca Marchezano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01662884429627180715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/486/2094/1600/montagem.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20788407.post-116507549687993331</id><published>2006-12-02T11:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-02T11:04:56.946-05:00</updated><title type='text'>...everything´s gonna be fine fine fine..."</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;"I'm broke but I'm happy&lt;br /&gt;I'm poor but I'm kind&lt;br /&gt;I'm short but I'm healthy, yeah&lt;br /&gt;I'm high but I'm grounded&lt;br /&gt;I'm sane but I'm overwhelmed&lt;br /&gt;I'm lost but I'm hopeful baby&lt;br /&gt;An' what it all comes down to&lt;br /&gt;Is that everything's gonna be fine fine fine&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I've got one hand in my pocket&lt;br /&gt;And the other one is giving a high five&lt;br /&gt;I feel drunk but I'm sober&lt;br /&gt;I'm young and I'm underpaid&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired but I'm working, yeah&lt;br /&gt;I care but I'm restless&lt;br /&gt;I'm here but I'm really gone&lt;br /&gt;I'm wrong and I'm sorry baby&lt;br /&gt;An' What it all comes down to&lt;br /&gt;Is that everything's gonna be quite alright&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I've got one hand in my pocket&lt;br /&gt;And the other is flicking a cigarette&lt;br /&gt;And what is all comes down to&lt;br /&gt;Is that I haven't got it all figured out just yet&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I've got one hand in my pocket&lt;br /&gt;And the other one is giving the peace sign&lt;br /&gt;I'm free but I'm focused&lt;br /&gt;I'm green but I'm wise&lt;br /&gt;I'm hard but I'm friendly baby&lt;br /&gt;I'm sad but I'm laughing&lt;br /&gt;I'm brave but I'm chicken shit&lt;br /&gt;I'm sick but I'm pretty baby&lt;br /&gt;And what it all boils down to&lt;br /&gt;Is that no one's really got it figured out just yet&lt;br /&gt;I've got one hand in my pocket&lt;br /&gt;And the other one is playing the piano&lt;br /&gt;What it all comes down to my friends&lt;br /&gt;Is that everything's just fine fine fine&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I've got one hand in my pocket&lt;br /&gt;And the other one is hailing a taxi cab..."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20788407-116507549687993331?l=bimarchezano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bimarchezano.blogspot.com/feeds/116507549687993331/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20788407&amp;postID=116507549687993331' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20788407/posts/default/116507549687993331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20788407/posts/default/116507549687993331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bimarchezano.blogspot.com/2006/12/everythings-gonna-be-fine-fine-fine.html' title='...everything´s gonna be fine fine fine...&quot;'/><author><name>Bianca Marchezano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01662884429627180715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/486/2094/1600/montagem.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20788407.post-116359661194045015</id><published>2006-11-15T07:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T08:16:52.443-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ódio?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/486/2094/1600/bianca.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/486/2094/320/bianca.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Ódio por ele? Não... Se o amei tanto,&lt;br /&gt;Se tanto bem lhe quis no meu passado,&lt;br /&gt;Se o encontrei depois de o ter sonhado,&lt;br /&gt;Se à vida assim roubei todo o encanto...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que importa se mentiu? E se hoje o pranto&lt;br /&gt;Turva o meu triste olhar, marmorizado,&lt;br /&gt;Olhar de monja, trágico, gelado&lt;br /&gt;Como um soturno e enorme Campo Santo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah! nunca mais amá-lo é já bastante!&lt;br /&gt;Quero senti-lo d’outra, bem distante,&lt;br /&gt;Como se fora meu, calma e serena!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ódio seria em mim saudade infinda,&lt;br /&gt;Mágoa de o ter perdido, amor ainda.&lt;br /&gt;Ódio por ele? Não... não vale a pena..."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Florbela Espanca)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20788407-116359661194045015?l=bimarchezano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bimarchezano.blogspot.com/feeds/116359661194045015/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20788407&amp;postID=116359661194045015' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20788407/posts/default/116359661194045015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20788407/posts/default/116359661194045015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bimarchezano.blogspot.com/2006/11/dio.html' title='Ódio?'/><author><name>Bianca Marchezano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01662884429627180715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/486/2094/1600/montagem.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20788407.post-116327938188409880</id><published>2006-11-11T15:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T16:09:44.383-05:00</updated><title type='text'>O mundo dá voltas!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/486/2094/1600/OC.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/486/2094/320/OC.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Quando eu mais precisei&lt;br /&gt;nunca mais eu vi você&lt;br /&gt;foi dificil esquecer&lt;br /&gt;tanto faz, nem pensei&lt;br /&gt;só o tempo irá dizer&lt;br /&gt;não tem como entender&lt;br /&gt;hoje eu tenho que esperar&lt;br /&gt;mais meu dia vai chegar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O mundo dá voltas!!!&lt;br /&gt;não posso mais parar&lt;br /&gt;é só correr atrás&lt;br /&gt;nem tudo mudou&lt;br /&gt;não quero mais pensar&lt;br /&gt;no que ficou pra trás&lt;br /&gt;que nada faz voltar.....faz voltar.....faz voltar....AHHHHH!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando eu estava ali&lt;br /&gt;sem saber pra onde ir&lt;br /&gt;é melhor nem lembrar&lt;br /&gt;sempre penso em conseguir&lt;br /&gt;nunca penso em desistir&lt;br /&gt;deixo a vida rolar&lt;br /&gt;hoje eu tenho que esperar&lt;br /&gt;mas meu dia vai chegar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O mundo dá voltas!!!&lt;br /&gt;não posso mais parar&lt;br /&gt;é só correr atrás&lt;br /&gt;nem tudo mudou&lt;br /&gt;não quero mais pensar&lt;br /&gt;no que ficou pra trás&lt;br /&gt;que nada faz voltar.....faz voltar.....faz voltar....faz voltaaar"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(CPM 22)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20788407-116327938188409880?l=bimarchezano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bimarchezano.blogspot.com/feeds/116327938188409880/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20788407&amp;postID=116327938188409880' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20788407/posts/default/116327938188409880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20788407/posts/default/116327938188409880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bimarchezano.blogspot.com/2006/11/o-mundo-d-voltas.html' title='O mundo dá voltas!!!!'/><author><name>Bianca Marchezano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01662884429627180715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/486/2094/1600/montagem.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20788407.post-116312132950419094</id><published>2006-11-09T19:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T20:15:29.560-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Mais do RJ</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Deu pau no blog qdo tava postando as fotos do Rio, então aí vão as outras...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/486/2094/1600/PA280022.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/486/2094/320/PA280022.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Na frente do Tradicional Hotel Glória)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/486/2094/1600/PA280028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/486/2094/320/PA280028.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Na praia de Copacabana - Olha o Copacabana Palace lá atrás!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/486/2094/1600/PA280032.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/486/2094/320/PA280032.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Meus pezinhos felizes!!!) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/486/2094/1600/PA280052.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/486/2094/320/PA280052.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Vista do Nosso quarto) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/486/2094/1600/PA290058.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/486/2094/320/PA290058.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Deixa eu ver como é o Happy Hour carioca... hehehe) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/486/2094/1600/PA290060.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/486/2094/320/PA290060.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Voltando... Aaaaaaaaaaaah...) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/486/2094/1600/PA290067.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/486/2094/320/PA290067.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20788407-116312132950419094?l=bimarchezano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bimarchezano.blogspot.com/feeds/116312132950419094/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20788407&amp;postID=116312132950419094' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20788407/posts/default/116312132950419094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20788407/posts/default/116312132950419094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bimarchezano.blogspot.com/2006/11/mais-do-rj.html' title='Mais do RJ'/><author><name>Bianca Marchezano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01662884429627180715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/486/2094/1600/montagem.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20788407.post-116294646073172361</id><published>2006-11-07T18:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T19:16:53.720-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ó eu aqui traveiz!!!</title><content type='html'>Iuhuuuuuuuuuuuuuu!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Olha eu aqui!!!&lt;br /&gt;Tô sumida. Graças a Deus tô muito ocupada, e de vez em nunca tenho tempo pra Internet.&lt;br /&gt;Por isso meus posts estão tão desatualizados.&lt;br /&gt;Mas hoje vim aqui me redimir.&lt;br /&gt;Cansada demais pra escrever.&lt;br /&gt;Mas... a boa e velha imagem... que vale por mil palavras...&lt;br /&gt;fotos, fotos e mais fotos...&lt;br /&gt;simbora!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eu e little Mary dando boas risadas (hum... crise de riso foi pouco...) no Musical Sweet Charity. Bom, que eu adoro musical não é novidade. Que eu adoro a Mariazinha também não. O espetáculo é realmente muito bom. Dá pra imaginar o quanto eu me diverti, né?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/486/2094/1600/Churras_e_Teatro__15_10_06_021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/486/2094/320/Churras_e_Teatro__15_10_06_021.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/486/2094/1600/Churras_e_Teatro__15_10_06_029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/486/2094/320/Churras_e_Teatro__15_10_06_029.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/486/2094/1600/Churras_e_Teatro__15_10_06_031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/486/2094/320/Churras_e_Teatro__15_10_06_031.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Viagem pro Rio de Janeiro com a galera do trabalho (Aliás, as fotos não mostram, mas foi uma viagem a trabalho hehehe). Uma delícia... O Rio é realmente lindo. Quero voltar lá em breve, pra conhecer direito. Pra passear mesmo! Conseguimos até pegar um dia de praia em Copacabana. Deu pra aproveitar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/486/2094/1600/PA270011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/486/2094/320/PA270011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/486/2094/1600/PA280020.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/486/2094/320/PA280020.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20788407-116294646073172361?l=bimarchezano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bimarchezano.blogspot.com/feeds/116294646073172361/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20788407&amp;postID=116294646073172361' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20788407/posts/default/116294646073172361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20788407/posts/default/116294646073172361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bimarchezano.blogspot.com/2006/11/eu-aqui-traveiz.html' title='Ó eu aqui traveiz!!!'/><author><name>Bianca Marchezano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01662884429627180715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/486/2094/1600/montagem.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20788407.post-116182263789157609</id><published>2006-10-25T19:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-25T19:38:12.840-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Tudo que vai</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/486/2094/1600/eu.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/486/2094/320/eu.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"...eu já me acostumei a esquecer..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Capital Inicial)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20788407-116182263789157609?l=bimarchezano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bimarchezano.blogspot.com/feeds/116182263789157609/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20788407&amp;postID=116182263789157609' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20788407/posts/default/116182263789157609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20788407/posts/default/116182263789157609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bimarchezano.blogspot.com/2006/10/tudo-que-vai.html' title='Tudo que vai'/><author><name>Bianca Marchezano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01662884429627180715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/486/2094/1600/montagem.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20788407.post-116149939379833248</id><published>2006-10-22T01:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-22T01:49:15.276-05:00</updated><title type='text'>One last cry...</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;"My shattered dreams and broken heart&lt;br /&gt;Are mending on the shelf&lt;br /&gt;I saw you holding hands&lt;br /&gt;Standing close to someone else&lt;br /&gt;Now I sit all alone&lt;br /&gt;Wishing all my feeling was gone&lt;br /&gt;I gave my best to you&lt;br /&gt;Nothing for me to do&lt;br /&gt;But have one last cry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One last cry&lt;br /&gt;Before I leave it all behind&lt;br /&gt;I´ve gotta put you out of my mind this time&lt;br /&gt;Stop living a lie&lt;br /&gt;I guess I´m down to my last cry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was here you were there&lt;br /&gt;Guess we never could agree&lt;br /&gt;While the sun shines on you&lt;br /&gt;I need some love to rain on me&lt;br /&gt;Still I sit all alone&lt;br /&gt;Wishing all my feeling was gone&lt;br /&gt;Gotta get over you&lt;br /&gt;Nothing for me to do&lt;br /&gt;But have one last cry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One last cry&lt;br /&gt;Before I leave it all behind&lt;br /&gt;I´ve gotta put you out of my mind this time&lt;br /&gt;Stop living a lie&lt;br /&gt;I know I gotta be strong&lt;br /&gt;Cause round me life goes on and on and on and on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I´m gonna dry my eyes&lt;br /&gt;Right after I have my one last cry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One last cry&lt;br /&gt;Before I leave it all behind&lt;br /&gt;I´ve gotta put you out of my mind for the very last time&lt;br /&gt;Been living a lie&lt;br /&gt;I guess I´m down &lt;br /&gt;I guess I´m down&lt;br /&gt;I guess I´m down...&lt;br /&gt;to my last cry"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Brian McKnight)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20788407-116149939379833248?l=bimarchezano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bimarchezano.blogspot.com/feeds/116149939379833248/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20788407&amp;postID=116149939379833248' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20788407/posts/default/116149939379833248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20788407/posts/default/116149939379833248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bimarchezano.blogspot.com/2006/10/one-last-cry.html' title='One last cry...'/><author><name>Bianca Marchezano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01662884429627180715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/486/2094/1600/montagem.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20788407.post-116138705697713156</id><published>2006-10-20T18:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-22T01:37:00.786-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Saudade</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;"Trancar o dedo numa porta dói. Bater com o queixo&lt;br /&gt;no chão dói. Torcer o tornozelo dói. Um tapa, um soco, um pontapé,&lt;br /&gt;doem.Dói bater a cabeça na quina da mesa, dói morder a língua, &lt;br /&gt;dói cólica, cárie e pedra no rim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas o que mais dói é a saudade. Saudade de um irmão que mora longe.&lt;br /&gt;Saudade de uma cachoeira da infância. Saudade do&lt;br /&gt;gosto de uma fruta que não se encontra mais. &lt;br /&gt;Saudade do pai que morreu, do amigo imaginário que nunca existiu. &lt;br /&gt;Saudade de uma cidade.  Saudade da&lt;br /&gt;gente mesmo, que o tempo não perdoa. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doem essas saudades todas. Mas a&lt;br /&gt;saudade mais dolorida é a saudade de quem&lt;br /&gt; se ama. Saudade da pele, do cheiro, dos beijos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saudade da presença, e até da ausência consentida. Você podia&lt;br /&gt;ficar na sala e ela no quarto, sem se verem, mas sabiam-se lá. &lt;br /&gt;Você podia ir para o dentista e ela para a faculdade, &lt;br /&gt;mas sabiam-se onde. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Você podia ficar o dia sem vê-la, ela o dia sem vê-lo, &lt;br /&gt;mas sabiam-se amanhã.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Contudo, quando o amor de um acaba, ou torna-se &lt;br /&gt;menor, ao outro sobra uma&lt;br /&gt;saudade que ninguém sabe como deter. Saudade é basicamente não saber.&lt;br /&gt;Não saber mais se ela continua fungando num ambiente mais frio. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não saber se ele continua sem fazer a barba por causa &lt;br /&gt;daquela alergia. Não saber se ela ainda usa aquela saia. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não saber se ele foi na consulta com o&lt;br /&gt;dermatologista como prometeu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não saber se ela tem comido bem por causa daquela &lt;br /&gt;mania de estar sempre ocupada, se ele tem assistido as aulas &lt;br /&gt;de inglês, se aprendeu a entrar na Internet &lt;br /&gt;e encontrar a página do Diário Oficial,&lt;br /&gt;se ela aprendeu a estacionar entre dois carros, se ele continua&lt;br /&gt;preferindo Malzebier,  se ela continua preferindo suco,&lt;br /&gt; se ele continua sorrindo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;com aqueles olhinhos apertados, se ela continua dançando &lt;br /&gt;daquele jeitinho enlouquecedor, se ele continua cantando &lt;br /&gt;tão bem, se ela continua detestando o MC Donald's, &lt;br /&gt;se ele continua amando, se  ela continua a chorar até nas comédias.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saudade é não saber mesmo! Não saber o que fazer com os dias&lt;br /&gt;que ficaram mais compridos, não saber como encontrar &lt;br /&gt;tarefas que he cessem o pensamento, não saber como &lt;br /&gt;frear as lágrimas diante de uma música, não saber como &lt;br /&gt;vencer a dor de um silêncio que nada preenche.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saudade é não querer saber se ela está com outro, &lt;br /&gt;e ao mesmo tempo querer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É não saber se ele está feliz, e ao mesmo tempo perguntar a &lt;br /&gt;todos os amigos por isso... É não querer saber se ele está &lt;br /&gt;mais magro, se ela esta mais bela. Saudade é nunca mais &lt;br /&gt;saber de quem  se ama, e ainda assim doer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saudade é isso que senti enquanto &lt;br /&gt;estive escrevendo e o que você, provavelmente, está  &lt;br /&gt;sentindo agora depois que acabou de ler..."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Miguel Falabella)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20788407-116138705697713156?l=bimarchezano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bimarchezano.blogspot.com/feeds/116138705697713156/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20788407&amp;postID=116138705697713156' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20788407/posts/default/116138705697713156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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type='text'>Life is too Short (A vida é muito curta)...</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;"Have you ever seen the morning&lt;br /&gt;When the sun comes up the shore&lt;br /&gt;And the silence makes&lt;br /&gt;A beautiful sound&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever sat there waiting&lt;br /&gt;For the time to stand still&lt;br /&gt;For all the world to stop&lt;br /&gt;From turning around&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you run&lt;br /&gt;´Cause life is too short&lt;br /&gt;And you run&lt;br /&gt;´Cause life is too short&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever seen the glowing&lt;br /&gt;When the moon is on the rise&lt;br /&gt;And the dreams are close&lt;br /&gt;To the ones that we love&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever sat there waiting&lt;br /&gt;For heaven to give a sign&lt;br /&gt;So we could find the place&lt;br /&gt;Where angels come from&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you run&lt;br /&gt;´Cause life is too short&lt;br /&gt;And you run&lt;br /&gt;´Cause life is too short&lt;br /&gt;And you run&lt;br /&gt;´Cause life is too short&lt;br /&gt;And you run&lt;br /&gt;´Cause life is too short&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There´s a time that turns&lt;br /&gt;I´d turn back time&lt;br /&gt;But I don´t say I can&lt;br /&gt;It only works if you believe in the truth&lt;br /&gt;Well there´s a time to live&lt;br /&gt;And a time to cry&lt;br /&gt;But if you´re by my side&lt;br /&gt;I will try to catch a star&lt;br /&gt;I´ll try to catch a star&lt;br /&gt;Just for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I run&lt;br /&gt;´Cause life is too short&lt;br /&gt;And I run&lt;br /&gt;´Cause life is too short&lt;br /&gt;And I run&lt;br /&gt;´Cause life is too short&lt;br /&gt;And I run&lt;br /&gt;´Cause life is too short&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too short&lt;br /&gt;Too short&lt;br /&gt;Life is too short&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too short&lt;br /&gt;Too short&lt;br /&gt;Life is too short"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Scorpions)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20788407-116077823558473273?l=bimarchezano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bimarchezano.blogspot.com/feeds/116077823558473273/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20788407&amp;postID=116077823558473273' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20788407/posts/default/116077823558473273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20788407/posts/default/116077823558473273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bimarchezano.blogspot.com/2006/10/life-is-too-short-vida-muito-curta.html' title='Life is too Short (A vida é muito curta)...'/><author><name>Bianca Marchezano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01662884429627180715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/486/2094/1600/montagem.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20788407.post-116077780063842294</id><published>2006-10-13T16:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-13T17:16:40.720-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/486/2094/1600/bi%20tatui%201.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/486/2094/320/bi%20tatui%201.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Admita seus erros e enganos, mas não os lamentes; corrija-os e continue andando para frente. Desde que esteja caminhando para frente, você pode corrigir sua rota enquanto caminha".&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Marwell Maltz)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Liberdade significa responsabilidade. É por isso que tanta gente tem medo dela".&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(George Bernard Shaw)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Mestre não é quem sempre ensina, mas quem de repente aprende."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;(Graciliano Ramos)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Se você está fazendo alguma coisa da mesma maneira há dez anos, provavelmente está fazendo algo errado."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;(Charles Kattering)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"A maior força consiste em reconhecer a própria fraqueza."&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(J.C.Barreau)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"A preocupação deveria levar-nos à ação e não à depressão.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(Karen Horney)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"A prudência é a filha mais velha da sabedoria."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(Victor Hugo)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Enquanto não tiveres conhecido o inferno, o paraíso não será bastante bom para ti."&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(Provérbio curdo)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20788407-116077780063842294?l=bimarchezano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bimarchezano.blogspot.com/feeds/116077780063842294/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20788407&amp;postID=116077780063842294' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20788407/posts/default/116077780063842294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20788407/posts/default/116077780063842294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bimarchezano.blogspot.com/2006/10/admita-seus-erros-e-enganos-mas-no-os.html' title=''/><author><name>Bianca Marchezano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01662884429627180715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/486/2094/1600/montagem.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20788407.post-116077618195937891</id><published>2006-10-13T16:35:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-13T16:49:41.973-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/486/2094/1600/DSC06321.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/486/2094/320/DSC06321.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Se choras porque perdeste o Sol, as lágrimas não te deixam ver as estrelas."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(Tagore)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20788407-116077618195937891?l=bimarchezano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bimarchezano.blogspot.com/feeds/116077618195937891/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20788407&amp;postID=116077618195937891' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20788407/posts/default/116077618195937891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20788407/posts/default/116077618195937891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bimarchezano.blogspot.com/2006/10/se-choras-porque-perdeste-o-sol-as_13.html' title=''/><author><name>Bianca Marchezano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01662884429627180715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/486/2094/1600/montagem.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20788407.post-115863815277217206</id><published>2006-09-18T22:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-09-18T22:55:52.800-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Timeless</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/486/2094/1600/relogio-dali.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/486/2094/320/relogio-dali.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;No time to post!!!! No time to breath!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20788407-115863815277217206?l=bimarchezano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bimarchezano.blogspot.com/feeds/115863815277217206/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20788407&amp;postID=115863815277217206' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20788407/posts/default/115863815277217206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20788407/posts/default/115863815277217206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bimarchezano.blogspot.com/2006/09/timeless.html' title='Timeless'/><author><name>Bianca Marchezano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01662884429627180715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/486/2094/1600/montagem.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20788407.post-115768971108067013</id><published>2006-09-07T23:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-09-07T23:28:31.120-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Blaaaaaaaaaargggggggghhhhhh</title><content type='html'>Então, né...&lt;br /&gt;Quarta-feira à noite, aula da pós graduação, um puuuuuuuta frio e eu fui toda agasalhada.&lt;br /&gt;3 blusas, casaco, gorro, cachecol... aquela beleza!&lt;br /&gt;De repente foi me dando um calor, um calor... e eu tirando tudo, ainda suava...&lt;br /&gt;Olhei ao meu redor e todos encolhidos. Ué?&lt;br /&gt;"Tá calor aqui dentro?" - eu perguntei pra menina do meu lado.&lt;br /&gt;"Olha... eu tô morrendo de frio, viu?" - ela respondeu assustada.&lt;br /&gt;É... eu só queria confirmar...&lt;br /&gt;Eu tava passando mal mesmo.&lt;br /&gt;Uma doooooooor de barriga... Tontura, a pressão baixando...&lt;br /&gt;E uma ânsia de vômito terrível. (Nojento, mas aqui é meu blog, eu falo o que eu quiser!)&lt;br /&gt;Acho que é aquela virose que tá dando aí. (hehehe)&lt;br /&gt;Hoje estou um pouco melhor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.boreme.com/boreme/funny-2005/family-guy-puke-p1.php"&gt;ESSA CENA DE "UMA FAMILIA DA PESADA"&lt;/a&gt; me fez melhorar. - eu adoro esse desenho!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20788407-115768971108067013?l=bimarchezano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bimarchezano.blogspot.com/feeds/115768971108067013/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20788407&amp;postID=115768971108067013' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20788407/posts/default/115768971108067013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20788407/posts/default/115768971108067013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bimarchezano.blogspot.com/2006/09/blaaaaaaaaaargggggggghhhhhh.html' title='Blaaaaaaaaaargggggggghhhhhh'/><author><name>Bianca Marchezano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01662884429627180715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/486/2094/1600/montagem.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20788407.post-115767718591359558</id><published>2006-09-07T19:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-09-07T19:59:45.953-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Mente vazia...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/486/2094/1600/shining2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 202px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 262px" height="303" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/486/2094/320/shining2.jpg" width="208" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/486/2094/1600/dannymirror.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="191" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/486/2094/320/dannymirror.jpg" width="241" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;          &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*Cenas de "O Iluminado" - típico exemplo de "Mente vazia oficina do Diabo"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Quero que a semana que vem chegue logo...&lt;br /&gt;Começar a trabalhar, a pós, academia, espanhol...&lt;br /&gt;Ficar completamente ocupada.&lt;br /&gt;Não ter tempo pra nada.&lt;br /&gt;Pra fazer nada.&lt;br /&gt;Pra pensar em nada.&lt;br /&gt;Já cansei de pensar muito.&lt;br /&gt;Conversei demais comigo.&lt;br /&gt;Agora chega. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20788407-115767718591359558?l=bimarchezano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bimarchezano.blogspot.com/feeds/115767718591359558/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20788407&amp;postID=115767718591359558' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20788407/posts/default/115767718591359558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20788407/posts/default/115767718591359558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bimarchezano.blogspot.com/2006/09/mente-vazia.html' title='Mente vazia...'/><author><name>Bianca Marchezano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01662884429627180715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/486/2094/1600/montagem.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20788407.post-115752207167497647</id><published>2006-09-06T00:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-09-06T00:54:31.716-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A vida... colorida.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/486/2094/1600/colorido.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/486/2094/320/colorido.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Eu fico&lt;br /&gt;Com a pureza da resposta das crianças&lt;br /&gt;É a vida, é bonita e é bonita&lt;br /&gt;VIVER, E NÃO TER A VERGONHA DE SER FELIZ&lt;br /&gt;Cantar e cantar e cantar&lt;br /&gt;A beleza de ser um ETERNO APRENDIZ&lt;br /&gt;Ah meu Deus eu sei, eu sei&lt;br /&gt;Que A VIDA DEVIA SER BEM MELHOR E SERÁ&lt;br /&gt;MAS ISSO NÃO IMPEDE QUE EU REPITA&lt;br /&gt;É BONITA, É BONITA E É BONITA&lt;br /&gt;E a vida&lt;br /&gt;E a vida o que é diga lá, meu irmão&lt;br /&gt;Ela é A BATIDA DE UM CORAÇÃO&lt;br /&gt;Ela é uma DOCE ILUSÃO, ê ô&lt;br /&gt;Mas e a vida&lt;br /&gt;Ela é MARAVILHA ou é SOFRIMENTO&lt;br /&gt;Ela é ALEGRIA ou LAMENTO&lt;br /&gt;O que é, o que é, meu irmão&lt;br /&gt;Há quem fale que a vida da gente é um nada no mundo&lt;br /&gt;É uma gota é um TEMPO QUE NEM DÁ UM SEGUNDO&lt;br /&gt;Há quem fale que é um DIVINO MISTÉRIO PROFUNDO&lt;br /&gt;É o sopro do criador&lt;br /&gt;Numa atitude repleta de amor&lt;br /&gt;Você diz que é LUTA e PRAZER&lt;br /&gt;Ele diz que a vida é VIVER&lt;br /&gt;Ela diz que melhor é morrer pois amada não é&lt;br /&gt;E o verbo é sofrer&lt;br /&gt;Eu só sei que confio na moça&lt;br /&gt;E na moça eu ponho a força da fé&lt;br /&gt;SOMOS NÓS QUE FAZEMOS A VIDA&lt;br /&gt;COMO DER OU PUDER OU QUISER&lt;br /&gt;SEMPRE DESEJADA&lt;br /&gt;POR MAIS QUE ESTEJA ERRADA&lt;br /&gt;Ninguém quer a morte&lt;br /&gt;Só SAÚDE e SORTE&lt;br /&gt;E a pergunta roda&lt;br /&gt;E a cabeça agita&lt;br /&gt;Eu fico&lt;br /&gt;Com a pureza da resposta das crianças&lt;br /&gt;É a vida, é bonita e é bonita&lt;br /&gt;Viver, e não ter a vergonha de ser feliz&lt;br /&gt;Cantar e cantar e cantar&lt;br /&gt;A beleza de ser um eterno aprendiz&lt;br /&gt;Ah meu Deus eu sei, eu sei&lt;br /&gt;Que a vida devia ser bem melhor e será&lt;br /&gt;Mas isso não impede que eu repita&lt;br /&gt;É BONITA, É BONITA E É BONITAAAAA!!!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Gonzaguinha)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20788407-115752207167497647?l=bimarchezano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bimarchezano.blogspot.com/feeds/115752207167497647/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20788407&amp;postID=115752207167497647' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20788407/posts/default/115752207167497647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20788407/posts/default/115752207167497647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bimarchezano.blogspot.com/2006/09/vida-colorida.html' title='A vida... colorida.'/><author><name>Bianca Marchezano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01662884429627180715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/486/2094/1600/montagem.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20788407.post-115751918901178792</id><published>2006-09-06T00:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-09-06T00:22:00.510-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Releitura</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/486/2094/1600/charles12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/486/2094/320/charles12.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Relembrando &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://bimarchezano.blogspot.com/2006/03/coragem-o-co-covarde.html"&gt;esse meu post&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; de meses atrás...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20788407-115751918901178792?l=bimarchezano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bimarchezano.blogspot.com/feeds/115751918901178792/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20788407&amp;postID=115751918901178792' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20788407/posts/default/115751918901178792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20788407/posts/default/115751918901178792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bimarchezano.blogspot.com/2006/09/releitura.html' title='Releitura'/><author><name>Bianca Marchezano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01662884429627180715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/486/2094/1600/montagem.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20788407.post-115750781792020380</id><published>2006-09-05T19:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-09-05T20:56:57.943-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Affonso Romano de Sant'ana</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/486/2094/1600/DSC03328.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/486/2094/320/DSC03328.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Limites do Amor&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Condenado estou a te amar&lt;br /&gt;nos meus limites&lt;br /&gt;até que exausta e mais querendo&lt;br /&gt;um amor total, livre das cercas,&lt;br /&gt;te despeça de mim, sofrida,&lt;br /&gt;na direção de outro amor&lt;br /&gt;que pensas ser total e total será&lt;br /&gt;nos seus limites da vida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O amor não se mede&lt;br /&gt;pela liberdade de se expor nas praças&lt;br /&gt;e bares, em empecilho.&lt;br /&gt;É claro que isto é bom e, às vezes,&lt;br /&gt;sublime.&lt;br /&gt;Mas se ama também de outra forma, incerta,&lt;br /&gt;e este o mistério:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- ilimitado o amor às vezes se limita,&lt;br /&gt;proibido é que o amor às vezes se liberta.&lt;br /&gt;Ele quis morrer para arrasar a morte e voltar."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Amor e Medo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Estou te amando e não percebo,&lt;br /&gt;porque, certo, tenho medo.&lt;br /&gt;Estou te amando, sim, concedo,&lt;br /&gt;mas te amando tanto&lt;br /&gt;que nem a mim mesmo&lt;br /&gt;revelo este segredo."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20788407-115750781792020380?l=bimarchezano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bimarchezano.blogspot.com/feeds/115750781792020380/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20788407&amp;postID=115750781792020380' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20788407/posts/default/115750781792020380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20788407/posts/default/115750781792020380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bimarchezano.blogspot.com/2006/09/affonso-romano-de-santana.html' title='Affonso Romano de Sant&apos;ana'/><author><name>Bianca Marchezano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01662884429627180715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/486/2094/1600/montagem.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20788407.post-115740337302951321</id><published>2006-09-04T15:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-09-04T15:57:31.923-05:00</updated><title type='text'>3 de Setembro</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/486/2094/1600/natal%20001.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/486/2094/320/natal%20001.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Meu irmão tá de bicão aí na foto)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Ontem foi aniversário do meu vô e da Lala - minha irmã.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Os 2 veínhos aí da foto. Hahahahahaha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Meu vô, como vocês podem ver, é lindo. (Ele diz que "o que falta é trato")&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Ele é o vô mais lindo do mundo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;É meu príncipe encantado.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Eu amo demais esse meu velho.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Ele tá sempre sossegado, na dele, sentado fazendo sua palavrinha cruzada.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Quietão (Também, casado com minha vó, não podia ser nenhum falante, porque senão não ia dar certo. Tem que haver o equilíbrio no relacionamento, né? hehehe), mas quando resolve falar a gente vê que é um cara bem informado. Sempre lendo um jornalzinho.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Apesar de sossegado, não mexa com ele. Encheu o saco o cara vira fera. É, típico calabrês (que meda!).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Adora criança. Adora dar presente. Adora um Cinarzinho, ou uma branquinha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Lembro dele com aquela música "Se gritar pega ladrão!"... Ele adora gritar essa música (detalhe no "gritar").&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Esse meu vozinho é muito sensível. Basta um abraço, um "parabéns", ou um cartão pros olhos deles se encherem de lágrimas. Natal então...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Ele gosta de judiar da gente puxando o dedão do pé ou então colocando aquela mão gelada de quando vem da rua no nosso pescoço. Sacanagem...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Minha irmã... costumo dizer que é meu oposto. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Somos realmente muito diferentes. Mas já falei sobre "equilíbrio", não posso negar que uma aprende muito com a outra.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Minha irmã diz que não gosta de conversar, que é anti-social. Mas eu sei que isso não é verdade. Ela é tímida. Engraçado que quando éramos pequenas eu era bem mais tímida que ela.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Ela não gosta nem de ligar pro Delivery de tanta vergonha. hehehe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Ela me acha louca, porque grito, porque choro, porque brigo, porque quero mudanças, porque não me acomodo e porque não sou conformada. Pensamos diferentes, mas eu a entendo. Ela faz tudo para ter um ambiente de paz e sossego. É assim que ela pensa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Ela é viciada em séries. É: E.R., Lost, 24 horas, Without a Trace, Gilmore Girls, Two and a Half Men e o que mais estiver passando na T.V. Não tente mudar o canal quando ela estiver assistindo suas séries!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Ela é a típica irmã mais velha. Sempre querendo proteger. Fazendo aquele papel dos pais. (E que meus pais já fazem muito bem). Adora fazer uma cara de censura e me controlar. Quanto amor, éim? hehehe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;A Lala é minha irmãzinha linda, que teve que ter muita paciência comigo, quando eu era pequena e não saía do pé dela. Minha mãe só deixava ela ir nos aniversários se eu fosse junto. Eu era a única pirralha nas festinhas. Paciência ela também tinha que ter quando eu comia as borrachinhas da coleção dela (ah, eram tããão perfumadas!!!), ou os batons... quando eu lia o diário dela (ela não me contava nenhum segredo, eu era "obrigada" a investigar- e pior: tinha que decifrar, porque ela só escrevia em códigos), ou quando eu pegava as roupas dela escondido (isso não faz muuuito tempo).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Muita paciência pra entender que depois dela veio uma pessoa tão diferente, pra revolucionar, né?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Enfim, são meus amores assoprando as velhinhas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Parabéns pros dois, muitas felicidades, muita saúde e paz, sempre.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Tudo de bom.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Amo muito vocês.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20788407-115740337302951321?l=bimarchezano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bimarchezano.blogspot.com/feeds/115740337302951321/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20788407&amp;postID=115740337302951321' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20788407/posts/default/115740337302951321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20788407/posts/default/115740337302951321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bimarchezano.blogspot.com/2006/09/3-de-setembro.html' title='3 de Setembro'/><author><name>Bianca Marchezano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01662884429627180715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/486/2094/1600/montagem.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20788407.post-115739475228880594</id><published>2006-09-04T13:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-09-04T13:32:32.310-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Pensamento do dia (do dia?)...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/486/2094/1600/flor-coracao.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/486/2094/320/flor-coracao.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"O amor é uma flor roxa...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;... que nasce no coração dos &lt;strong&gt;TROXA&lt;/strong&gt;."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20788407-115739475228880594?l=bimarchezano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bimarchezano.blogspot.com/feeds/115739475228880594/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20788407&amp;postID=115739475228880594' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20788407/posts/default/115739475228880594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20788407/posts/default/115739475228880594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bimarchezano.blogspot.com/2006/09/pensamento-do-dia-do-dia.html' title='Pensamento do dia (do dia?)...'/><author><name>Bianca Marchezano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01662884429627180715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/486/2094/1600/montagem.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20788407.post-115734952043321012</id><published>2006-09-04T00:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-09-04T13:46:59.620-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I´ll never fall in love again</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/486/2094/1600/BubbleBurst.11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/486/2094/320/BubbleBurst.11.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"What do you get when you fall in love?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O que você ganha quando se apaixona?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A guy with a pin to burst your bubble&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Um cara com uma agulha para estourar sua bolha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;That's what you get for all your trouble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;É o que você ganha por toda sua preocupação&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll never fall in love again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eu nunca mais vou me apaixonar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll never fall in love again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eu nunca mais vou me apaixonar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;What do you get when you kiss a guy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O que você ganha quando beija um cara?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;You get enough germs to catch pneumonia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Você ganha germes o bastante para pegar pneumonia&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After you do, he'll never phone you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Depois disso, ele nunca vai te ligar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll never fall in love again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eu nunca mais vou me apaixonar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll never fall in love again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eu nunca mais vou me apaixonar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Don't tell me what is all about,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Não venha me falar sobre isso&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;'Cause I've been there and I'm glad I'm out,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Porque eu já estive lá e estou feliz por estar livre&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Out of those chains, those chains that bind you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Livre daquelas correntes, aquelas correntes que te prendem&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is why I'm here to remind you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;É por isso que eu estou aqui para te lembrar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you get when you fall in love?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O que você ganha quando se apaixona?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You get enough tears to fill an ocean&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Você ganha lágrimas suficientes para encher um oceano&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's what you get for your devotion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;É o que você ganha pela sua devoção&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll never fall in love again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eu nunca mais vou me apaixonar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;I'll never fall in love again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eu nunca mais vou me apaixonar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you get when you fall in love?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O que você ganha quando se apaixona?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;You only get lies and pain and sorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Você só ganha mentiras e dor e sofrimento&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;So, for at least until tomorrow,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Então, pelo menos até amanhã&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll never fall in love again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eu nunca mais vou me apaixonar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll never fall in love again!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eu nunca mais vou me apaixonar&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Elvis Costello)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20788407-115734952043321012?l=bimarchezano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bimarchezano.blogspot.com/feeds/115734952043321012/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20788407&amp;postID=115734952043321012' title='8 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20788407/posts/default/115734952043321012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20788407/posts/default/115734952043321012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bimarchezano.blogspot.com/2006/09/ill-never-fall-in-love-again.html' title='I´ll never fall in love again'/><author><name>Bianca Marchezano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01662884429627180715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/486/2094/1600/montagem.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20788407.post-115734021634873372</id><published>2006-09-03T22:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-09-03T22:23:36.370-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Suspicious Minds</title><content type='html'>Sabadão fui no All Black com a Nanda, Mari, Vic e Léo.&lt;br /&gt;Adoro Pub! E lá também é muito bom!&lt;br /&gt;Música muito boa.&lt;br /&gt;Ontem, especialmente, tava tocando classic rock. Gosto pouco, né?&lt;br /&gt;E como tocou uma das minhas preferidas do Rei, estou postando aqui.&lt;br /&gt;Até coloquei meu DVDzinho hoje "Aloha from Hawaii". Show de bola!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/486/2094/1600/elvis.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/486/2094/320/elvis.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The King&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"We're caught in a trap&lt;br /&gt;I can't walk out&lt;br /&gt;Because I love you too much baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why can't you see&lt;br /&gt;What you're doing to me&lt;br /&gt;When you don't believe a word I say?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We can't go on together&lt;br /&gt;With suspicious minds&lt;br /&gt;And we can't build our dreams&lt;br /&gt;On suspicious minds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, if an old friend I know&lt;br /&gt;Drops by to say hello&lt;br /&gt;Would I still see suspicion in your eyes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here we go again&lt;br /&gt;Asking where I've been&lt;br /&gt;You can't see these tears are real&lt;br /&gt;I'm crying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We can't go on together&lt;br /&gt;With suspicious minds&lt;br /&gt;And be can't build our dreams&lt;br /&gt;On suspicious minds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh let our love survive&lt;br /&gt;Or dry the tears from your eyes&lt;br /&gt;Let's don't let a good thing die&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When honey, you know&lt;br /&gt;I've never lied to you&lt;br /&gt;Mmm yeah, yeah" &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20788407-115734021634873372?l=bimarchezano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bimarchezano.blogspot.com/feeds/115734021634873372/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20788407&amp;postID=115734021634873372' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20788407/posts/default/115734021634873372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20788407/posts/default/115734021634873372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bimarchezano.blogspot.com/2006/09/suspicious-minds.html' title='Suspicious Minds'/><author><name>Bianca Marchezano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01662884429627180715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/486/2094/1600/montagem.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20788407.post-115715992659930871</id><published>2006-09-01T20:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-09-01T20:18:46.623-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ainda Mário Quintana</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/486/2094/1600/P7030028.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/486/2094/320/P7030028.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(Olha a lua lá em cima, beeeeeeeeem pequenininha!)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"O luar,&lt;br /&gt;é a luz do Sol que está sonhando"&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20788407-115715992659930871?l=bimarchezano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bimarchezano.blogspot.com/feeds/115715992659930871/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20788407&amp;postID=115715992659930871' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20788407/posts/default/115715992659930871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20788407/posts/default/115715992659930871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bimarchezano.blogspot.com/2006/09/ainda-mrio-quintana.html' title='Ainda Mário Quintana'/><author><name>Bianca Marchezano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01662884429627180715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/486/2094/1600/montagem.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20788407.post-115715916368512988</id><published>2006-09-01T20:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-09-01T20:06:03.723-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Bilhete</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;"Se tu me amas, ama-me baixinho&lt;br /&gt;Não o grites de cima dos telhados&lt;br /&gt;Deixa em paz os passarinhos&lt;br /&gt;Deixa em paz a mim!&lt;br /&gt;Se me queres,&lt;br /&gt;enfim,&lt;br /&gt;tem de ser bem devagarinho, Amada,&lt;br /&gt;que a vida é breve, e o amor mais breve ainda..."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Mário Quintana)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20788407-115715916368512988?l=bimarchezano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bimarchezano.blogspot.com/feeds/115715916368512988/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20788407&amp;postID=115715916368512988' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20788407/posts/default/115715916368512988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20788407/posts/default/115715916368512988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bimarchezano.blogspot.com/2006/09/bilhete.html' title='Bilhete'/><author><name>Bianca Marchezano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01662884429627180715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/486/2094/1600/montagem.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20788407.post-115700036469502835</id><published>2006-08-30T23:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-30T23:59:24.696-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Novo visú (hihihi)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/486/2094/1600/P1010025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/486/2094/320/P1010025.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não contei que tô morena de novo, né?&lt;br /&gt;Bom, depois de anos (acho que a última vez que estive morena eu ainda estava na faculdade) resolvi ficar morena de novo.&lt;br /&gt;Não foi nada assim: "Nossa, que vontade de ficar morena" ou: "Ah, me prefiro muito mais ao natural"... Não. Simplesmente meu cabelo ficou podre de tantas mechas, luzes, química e escova... E resolvi deixar castanho pra ver se ele crescendo naturalmente, sem química (escovas são inevitáveis) ele fica mais saudável.&lt;br /&gt;Enfim... fiquei morena. Isso foi na sexta.&lt;br /&gt;Mas odiei meu cabelo. Porque me recusei a cortar o cabelo, e as pontas continuaram tenebrosas, e eu parecia aquelas... aquelas... bem, sabe aquelas do cabelo preto e alisado, né?&lt;br /&gt;Aí hoje fui lá e meti a tesoura no cabelo.&lt;br /&gt;Estou morena e de cabelo curtinho.&lt;br /&gt;Isso sim não acontecia há séculos.&lt;br /&gt;Mas não é que eu gostei? Pois é. A foto tá feia, tirei hoje mesmo, e acabou a bateria da máquina então postei essa mesma. Mas fiquei bem. Pareço até uma menina comportada. Vê se não!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20788407-115700036469502835?l=bimarchezano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bimarchezano.blogspot.com/feeds/115700036469502835/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20788407&amp;postID=115700036469502835' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20788407/posts/default/115700036469502835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20788407/posts/default/115700036469502835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bimarchezano.blogspot.com/2006/08/novo-vis-hihihi.html' title='Novo visú (hihihi)'/><author><name>Bianca Marchezano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01662884429627180715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/486/2094/1600/montagem.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20788407.post-115699950054819726</id><published>2006-08-30T23:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-30T23:45:51.293-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Fim-de-semana na Ala 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/486/2094/1600/Imagem005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/486/2094/320/Imagem005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;A foto tá escura, mas eu tô aí na roda. Aliás, "passa a bola que eu tô na roda". hehehe&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Já é quinta-feira e só vim postar do fim-de-semana agora.&lt;br /&gt;Hehe&lt;br /&gt;É que tô meio sem inspiração para escrever.&lt;br /&gt;Mas não poderia deixar de postar o fim-de-semana, pois foi shooooooow de bola.&lt;br /&gt;Fui pra Tatuí de novo.&lt;br /&gt;Tinha uma galerinha muito boa.&lt;br /&gt;Todo mundo muito legal.&lt;br /&gt;Não é que tava bom: tava bom pra caraaaaaaaaaaaaalho (hehe- piadinha interna)&lt;br /&gt;Solzinho, churrasco, choppinho, arguile (nova fã!), música sertaneja (já superei o trauma e voltei a curtir), show do Babado em Sorocaba (nunca tinha ido numa Micareta, ou seja lá o que for isso, mas adorei), chuva providencial, lasanha, van e suas subdivisões em Alas animadíssimas!!!&lt;br /&gt;Curti muito.&lt;br /&gt;Tava até comentando esses dias... não parecia um simples fim-de-semana. Parecia um feriado, férias, sei lá... Parecia mais... O clima tava muito bom.&lt;br /&gt;Precisava de um desses pelo menos uma vez por mês. hehehe &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20788407-115699950054819726?l=bimarchezano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bimarchezano.blogspot.com/feeds/115699950054819726/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20788407&amp;postID=115699950054819726' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20788407/posts/default/115699950054819726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20788407/posts/default/115699950054819726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bimarchezano.blogspot.com/2006/08/fim-de-semana-na-ala-1.html' title='Fim-de-semana na Ala 1'/><author><name>Bianca Marchezano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01662884429627180715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/486/2094/1600/montagem.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20788407.post-115699588954270421</id><published>2006-08-30T22:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-30T22:44:49.566-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Gooooooooooool!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/486/2094/1600/gol.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/486/2094/320/gol.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!!&lt;br /&gt;Emprego novo!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Parabéns pra mim!!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20788407-115699588954270421?l=bimarchezano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bimarchezano.blogspot.com/feeds/115699588954270421/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20788407&amp;postID=115699588954270421' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20788407/posts/default/115699588954270421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20788407/posts/default/115699588954270421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bimarchezano.blogspot.com/2006/08/gooooooooooool.html' title='Gooooooooooool!!!!!'/><author><name>Bianca Marchezano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01662884429627180715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/486/2094/1600/montagem.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20788407.post-115649185644342761</id><published>2006-08-25T02:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-25T02:44:16.480-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hum... não tem culhones? Minta!</title><content type='html'>Como as pessoas são estranhas às vezes, né?&lt;br /&gt;Às vezes.... pfffff&lt;br /&gt;Quase sempre!!!&lt;br /&gt;Quase todas. Ou todas???&lt;br /&gt;Mas não consigo entender certas coisas.&lt;br /&gt;Por que tem gente que não consegue agir com sinceridade?&lt;br /&gt;Por que tem que estar sempre mentindo, fugindo?&lt;br /&gt;Por que é tão difícil para algumas pessoas dizer "não", "não quero, desculpa".&lt;br /&gt;Ou até mesmo sumir completamente? Ué! Suma...&lt;br /&gt;Agora parece que há aquela necessidade de se justificar, de inventar, de dissimular.&lt;br /&gt;Se não quer, basta falar. Ou sumir. Pronto. Simples.&lt;br /&gt;Que situação ridícula.&lt;br /&gt;Porque você sabe que ela está mentindo. Ela sabe que ela está mentindo.&lt;br /&gt;E sua vontade é falar: "meu querido, olha só, não sou otária! sei que está inventando essas desculpas".&lt;br /&gt;Mas ao mesmo tempo, isso seria cobrar satisfações.&lt;br /&gt;E quem quer satisfações de um mentiroso? Ou pior, de um covardão que não tem &lt;em&gt;culhones&lt;/em&gt; pra dizer a verdade?&lt;br /&gt;Ora, eu que não.&lt;br /&gt;Não quero satisfações, não quero mentiras, não quero desculpas.&lt;br /&gt;Quero é que suma!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20788407-115649185644342761?l=bimarchezano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bimarchezano.blogspot.com/feeds/115649185644342761/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20788407&amp;postID=115649185644342761' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20788407/posts/default/115649185644342761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20788407/posts/default/115649185644342761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bimarchezano.blogspot.com/2006/08/hum-no-tem-culhones-minta.html' title='Hum... não tem culhones? Minta!'/><author><name>Bianca Marchezano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01662884429627180715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/486/2094/1600/montagem.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20788407.post-115646860565624223</id><published>2006-08-24T20:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-24T20:16:45.680-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Obrigada!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/486/2094/1600/127_OurLadyFatima.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/486/2094/320/127_OurLadyFatima.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Nossa Senhora de Fátima&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20788407-115646860565624223?l=bimarchezano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bimarchezano.blogspot.com/feeds/115646860565624223/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20788407&amp;postID=115646860565624223' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20788407/posts/default/115646860565624223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20788407/posts/default/115646860565624223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bimarchezano.blogspot.com/2006/08/obrigada.html' title='Obrigada!!!!!!!'/><author><name>Bianca Marchezano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01662884429627180715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/486/2094/1600/montagem.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20788407.post-115632538755267090</id><published>2006-08-23T04:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-23T04:29:47.553-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Domingo de manhã</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/486/2094/1600/P4080056.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/486/2094/320/P4080056.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Susto!&lt;br /&gt;Vózinha, por favor, não dê mais esses sustos na gente!&lt;br /&gt;Minha vó passou mal, desmaiou. Tivemos que chamar o resgate.&lt;br /&gt;Mas agora ela já está melhorzinha.&lt;br /&gt;Ai meu coração...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20788407-115632538755267090?l=bimarchezano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bimarchezano.blogspot.com/feeds/115632538755267090/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20788407&amp;postID=115632538755267090' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20788407/posts/default/115632538755267090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20788407/posts/default/115632538755267090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bimarchezano.blogspot.com/2006/08/domingo-de-manh.html' title='Domingo de manhã'/><author><name>Bianca Marchezano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01662884429627180715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/486/2094/1600/montagem.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20788407.post-115632513974171658</id><published>2006-08-23T04:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-23T04:25:39.770-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sábado à noite</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/486/2094/1600/19-08-06_2359.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/486/2094/320/19-08-06_2359.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Casamento. hihiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20788407-115632513974171658?l=bimarchezano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bimarchezano.blogspot.com/feeds/115632513974171658/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20788407&amp;postID=115632513974171658' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20788407/posts/default/115632513974171658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20788407/posts/default/115632513974171658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bimarchezano.blogspot.com/2006/08/sbado-noite.html' title='Sábado à noite'/><author><name>Bianca Marchezano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01662884429627180715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/486/2094/1600/montagem.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20788407.post-115615705394841415</id><published>2006-08-21T05:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-21T05:44:13.950-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sexta-feira à noite</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/486/2094/1600/brokeback07.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/486/2094/320/brokeback07.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caseiras.&lt;br /&gt;Eu, Memê e Cacá alugamos Brokeback Mountain e compramos potes e potes de sorvete.&lt;br /&gt;Nada de sair.&lt;br /&gt;Às vezes é muuuuuito bom!&lt;br /&gt;A Melina dormiu no fim do filme, e eu e a Cá não sabemos até agora se o filme é emocionante (churrasco, pagode, gritos, latidos e batucadas nos impediram de entrar no clima do filme. hehehehe). Deve ser, porque é uma bonita história de amor. Mas só derrubei uma lágrima! Achei que ia cair em prantos.&lt;br /&gt;Nossa, será que alguém lembrou de devolver o DVD??? Puts!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20788407-115615705394841415?l=bimarchezano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bimarchezano.blogspot.com/feeds/115615705394841415/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20788407&amp;postID=115615705394841415' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20788407/posts/default/115615705394841415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20788407/posts/default/115615705394841415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bimarchezano.blogspot.com/2006/08/sexta-feira-noite.html' title='Sexta-feira à noite'/><author><name>Bianca Marchezano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01662884429627180715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/486/2094/1600/montagem.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20788407.post-115615606382004410</id><published>2006-08-21T05:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-21T10:58:50.926-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Samba da Benção</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"É melhor ser alegre que ser triste&lt;br /&gt;Alegria é a melhor coisa que existe&lt;br /&gt;É assim como a luz no coração..."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(Vinicius de Moraes / Baden Powell)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20788407-115615606382004410?l=bimarchezano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bimarchezano.blogspot.com/feeds/115615606382004410/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20788407&amp;postID=115615606382004410' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20788407/posts/default/115615606382004410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20788407/posts/default/115615606382004410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bimarchezano.blogspot.com/2006/08/samba-da-beno.html' title='Samba da Benção'/><author><name>Bianca Marchezano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01662884429627180715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/486/2094/1600/montagem.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20788407.post-115615589981335096</id><published>2006-08-21T05:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-21T05:24:59.840-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ódio???</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Odiar é como tomar veneno e esperar que o outro morra"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(William Shakespeare)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20788407-115615589981335096?l=bimarchezano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bimarchezano.blogspot.com/feeds/115615589981335096/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20788407&amp;postID=115615589981335096' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20788407/posts/default/115615589981335096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20788407/posts/default/115615589981335096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bimarchezano.blogspot.com/2006/08/dio.html' title='Ódio???'/><author><name>Bianca Marchezano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01662884429627180715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/486/2094/1600/montagem.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20788407.post-115587839350748147</id><published>2006-08-18T00:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-18T00:19:53.526-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Mi profesor!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/486/2094/1600/10-08-06_2132.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/486/2094/320/10-08-06_2132.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guga...&lt;br /&gt;Meu ex colega de trabalho, meu grande amigo e meu professor de espanhol, também!&lt;br /&gt;Quarta foi aniversário dele, mas nem pude cumprimentá-lo.&lt;br /&gt;Em outubro você não me escapa, Guga!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Foto: Enquanto ele corrigia minha prova (que por sinal não fui nada bem!!!), eu disparei a tirar fotos. hehehehe (mala?)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20788407-115587839350748147?l=bimarchezano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bimarchezano.blogspot.com/feeds/115587839350748147/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20788407&amp;postID=115587839350748147' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20788407/posts/default/115587839350748147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20788407/posts/default/115587839350748147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bimarchezano.blogspot.com/2006/08/mi-profesor.html' title='Mi profesor!!!'/><author><name>Bianca Marchezano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01662884429627180715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/486/2094/1600/montagem.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20788407.post-115578324513607950</id><published>2006-08-16T21:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-16T21:54:05.190-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Mr. Muscles...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/486/2094/1600/mr_muscles_23.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/486/2094/320/mr_muscles_23.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; hihihi&lt;br /&gt;Voltei a treinar ontem...&lt;br /&gt;Treinar, malhar, ir na academia.... sei lá! Só não posso falar "puxar ferro" que a Melina ri da minha cara.&lt;br /&gt;Adora me zuar.&lt;br /&gt;É... passatempo preferido das minhas amigas, que me chamam de "bombada". Eu mereço? Eu sou a mais fraquinha da turma; não consigo nem abrir uma garrafa de refrigerante sozinha...&lt;br /&gt;Até uns caras na balada já me chamaram de bombada. E não foi só uma vez, não... Triste... Mas eu não ligo; me divirto com isso.&lt;br /&gt;Enfim, né...&lt;br /&gt;Quem diria que eu um dia ia gostar de malhar? E não só gosto, como sinto falta quando fico sem malhar. Fiquei um mês sem ir na academia e já tava desesperada. É muito bom, me dá um imenso prazer...&lt;br /&gt;Não faço nenhuma aula de mulherzinha (hehehe); só puxo ferro (ih, Mê, escapou! hahahahaha).&lt;br /&gt;A única coisa ruim é essa fase de adaptação, de novo, né? Tô "cos grúteo" todo dolorido, a panturrilha... Mal consigo andar (sem exageros!).&lt;br /&gt;E amanhã os braços que vão estar assim...&lt;br /&gt;Mas eu adooooooooooooooooro...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20788407-115578324513607950?l=bimarchezano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bimarchezano.blogspot.com/feeds/115578324513607950/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20788407&amp;postID=115578324513607950' title='9 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20788407/posts/default/115578324513607950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20788407/posts/default/115578324513607950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bimarchezano.blogspot.com/2006/08/mr-muscles.html' title='Mr. Muscles...'/><author><name>Bianca Marchezano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01662884429627180715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/486/2094/1600/montagem.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20788407.post-115567962628254506</id><published>2006-08-15T16:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-15T17:07:06.406-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Samurai</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/486/2094/1600/eu%20lindona.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/486/2094/320/eu%20lindona.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"&lt;strong&gt;Ai...&lt;br /&gt;Quanto querer&lt;br /&gt;Cabe em meu coração&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ai...&lt;br /&gt;Me faz sofrer&lt;br /&gt;Faz que me mata&lt;br /&gt;E se não mata fere...&lt;br /&gt;Vai...&lt;br /&gt;Sem me dizer&lt;br /&gt;Na casa da paixão&lt;br /&gt;Sai...&lt;br /&gt;Quando bem quer&lt;br /&gt;Traz uma praga&lt;br /&gt;E me afaga a pele&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Crescei, luar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pra iluminar as trevas&lt;br /&gt;Fundas da paixão&lt;br /&gt;Eu quis lutar&lt;br /&gt;Contra o poder do amor&lt;br /&gt;Cai nos pés do vencedor&lt;br /&gt;Para ser o serviçal&lt;br /&gt;De um samurai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mas eu tô tão feliz!&lt;br /&gt;Dizem que o amor&lt;br /&gt;Atrai..."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Djavan) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20788407-115567962628254506?l=bimarchezano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bimarchezano.blogspot.com/feeds/115567962628254506/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20788407&amp;postID=115567962628254506' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20788407/posts/default/115567962628254506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20788407/posts/default/115567962628254506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bimarchezano.blogspot.com/2006/08/samurai.html' title='Samurai'/><author><name>Bianca Marchezano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01662884429627180715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/486/2094/1600/montagem.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20788407.post-115566038442003123</id><published>2006-08-15T11:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-15T17:12:29.026-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Lugar ao Sol</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/486/2094/1600/a%20foto%20boa.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/486/2094/320/a%20foto%20boa.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"&lt;strong&gt;Que bom viver&lt;br /&gt;como é bom sonhar&lt;/strong&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;o que ficou pra trás&lt;br /&gt;passou e eu não me importei&lt;br /&gt;Foi até melhor&lt;br /&gt;tive que pensar em algo novo&lt;br /&gt;que eu fizesse sentir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ainda vejo o mundo&lt;br /&gt;com os olhos de criança&lt;br /&gt;que só quer brincar&lt;br /&gt;e não tanta "responsa"&lt;br /&gt;Mas a vida cobra, a sério,&lt;br /&gt;e realmente não dá pra fugir&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mas livre pra poder sorrir, sim&lt;br /&gt;livre pra poder buscar&lt;br /&gt;o meu lugar ao Sol&lt;br /&gt;Livre pra poder sorrir, sim&lt;br /&gt;livre pra poder buscar&lt;br /&gt;o meu lugar ao Sol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um dia eu espero te reencontrar&lt;br /&gt;numa bem melhor&lt;br /&gt;cada um tem seu caminho&lt;br /&gt;e eu sei que foi até melhor&lt;br /&gt;Irmãos do mesmo Cristo,&lt;br /&gt;quero e não desisto&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caro pai, &lt;strong&gt;como é bom&lt;br /&gt;ter com o que se orgulhar&lt;br /&gt;A vida pode passar&lt;br /&gt;não estou sozinho&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;eu sei, se eu tiver fé&lt;br /&gt;Eu volto até sonhar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas livre pra poder sorrir, sim&lt;br /&gt;livre pra poder buscar&lt;br /&gt;o meu lugar ao Sol&lt;br /&gt;Livre pra poder sorrir, sim&lt;br /&gt;livre pra poder buscar&lt;br /&gt;o meu lugar ao Sol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O amor é assim é a paz de&lt;br /&gt;Deus em sua casa&lt;br /&gt;O amor é assim é a paz de&lt;br /&gt;Deus em sua casa&lt;br /&gt;O amor é assim é a paz de&lt;br /&gt;Deus que nunca acaba&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nossas vidas, nossos sonhos&lt;br /&gt;tem o mesmo valor&lt;br /&gt;Nossas vidas, nossos sonhos&lt;br /&gt;tem o mesmo valor&lt;br /&gt;Eu vou com você para onde você for&lt;br /&gt;Eu descobri que é azul a cor&lt;br /&gt;da parede da casa de Deus&lt;br /&gt;e não há mais ninguém como você e eu..."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Charlie Brown Jr)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20788407-115566038442003123?l=bimarchezano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bimarchezano.blogspot.com/feeds/115566038442003123/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20788407&amp;postID=115566038442003123' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20788407/posts/default/115566038442003123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20788407/posts/default/115566038442003123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bimarchezano.blogspot.com/2006/08/lugar-ao-sol.html' title='Lugar ao Sol'/><author><name>Bianca Marchezano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01662884429627180715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/486/2094/1600/montagem.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20788407.post-115561732445005636</id><published>2006-08-14T23:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-14T23:48:44.546-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Estudando de novo!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/486/2094/1600/a%20estudante.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/486/2094/320/a%20estudante.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje começaram as aulas da pós.&lt;br /&gt;Gestão em RH e Psicologia Organizacional.&lt;br /&gt;Não tinha parado pra pensar que poderia ser difícil, mas...&lt;br /&gt;hoje me deu um friozinho na barriga.&lt;br /&gt;Sei lá, depois de 3 anos e meio, eu de novo na faculdade... Agora fazendo uma pós... pessoas novas... professores... termos técnicos... tudo muito mais sério... pessoas mais sérias... curso mais sério.... TCC!!! Nunca fiz um TCC na vida!!!&lt;br /&gt;Na minha faculdade, o máximo que teve foi um relatório de estágio, que por sinal era beeeeeeeem mais ou menos.&lt;br /&gt;Deu um medão.&lt;br /&gt;Mas ao mesmo tempo uma sensação boa. De estar estudando de novo... adoro estudar... aprender... e esse medo também é bom.&lt;br /&gt;Eu de fichário, estojo, agenda... anotando tudo, como sempre.&lt;br /&gt;Me deu até cãimbra na mão.&lt;br /&gt;Anotava transparência, e comentários do professor. E escrevia, escrevia, escrevia...&lt;br /&gt;Como eu gosto disso!&lt;br /&gt;Espero que seja uma experiência boa.&lt;br /&gt;As pessoas parecem legais. Turma pequena, e só mulher, como eu já havia imaginado. 1 (!) homem.&lt;br /&gt;Já conheci algumas pessoas, e já até arranjei uma carona, que me deixou em casa hoje.&lt;br /&gt;Muito bom...&lt;br /&gt;É, estou empolgada, como deu pra perceber.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20788407-115561732445005636?l=bimarchezano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bimarchezano.blogspot.com/feeds/115561732445005636/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20788407&amp;postID=115561732445005636' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20788407/posts/default/115561732445005636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20788407/posts/default/115561732445005636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bimarchezano.blogspot.com/2006/08/estudando-de-novo.html' title='Estudando de novo!!!'/><author><name>Bianca Marchezano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01662884429627180715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/486/2094/1600/montagem.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20788407.post-115558915223573764</id><published>2006-08-14T15:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-14T15:59:12.266-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ataque de riso...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;... ao ler o blog da &lt;a href="http://bruxinha.lua.blog.uol.com.br/"&gt;Rita&lt;/a&gt; hoje.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Rita, vc tem o dom!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(Mas deixa os corintianos um pouco em paz, né? Aqueles putos - jogadores-  que não fazem nada, e os torcedores que sofrem... é fogo...)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20788407-115558915223573764?l=bimarchezano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bimarchezano.blogspot.com/feeds/115558915223573764/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20788407&amp;postID=115558915223573764' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20788407/posts/default/115558915223573764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20788407/posts/default/115558915223573764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bimarchezano.blogspot.com/2006/08/ataque-de-riso.html' title='Ataque de riso...'/><author><name>Bianca Marchezano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01662884429627180715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/486/2094/1600/montagem.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20788407.post-115554062069153535</id><published>2006-08-14T02:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-14T11:41:31.830-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Depoimento</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mariazinha:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;"Conheci a &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/486/2094/1600/pb%203.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/486/2094/320/pb%203.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Bianca ainda criança, no Colégio Regina Mundi.Eu dizia que ela era a menina que tinha "zoinho de anjinho". Tanta doçura naquele olhar infantil, meio pré adolescente. Depois ficamos alguns anos sem nos encontrar. Ano passado, nos revimos e notei que a doçura se mantém nos olhos de Bibi. Continua com "zóinho de anjinho"&lt;br /&gt;Foi uma felicidade reencontrar a Bianca. Descobri nela uma grande amiga, uma pessoa interessante, inteligente, sapeca, espontânea e alegre.&lt;br /&gt;E muito mais que isso: amiga no duro, amiga pra valer. Daquelas que sabem ser discretas quando a ocasião exige.&lt;br /&gt;O que mais querer de uma amiga? Só corresponder à altura a tanto carinho e tanta doçura.&lt;br /&gt;Bi, você é linda! Bi, eu te amo!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20788407-115554062069153535?l=bimarchezano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bimarchezano.blogspot.com/feeds/115554062069153535/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20788407&amp;postID=115554062069153535' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20788407/posts/default/115554062069153535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20788407/posts/default/115554062069153535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bimarchezano.blogspot.com/2006/08/depoimento.html' title='Depoimento'/><author><name>Bianca Marchezano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01662884429627180715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/486/2094/1600/montagem.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20788407.post-115553922243904382</id><published>2006-08-14T02:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-14T11:46:05.553-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Deixa isso pra lá</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;"Deixa que digam&lt;br /&gt;Que pensem&lt;br /&gt;Que falem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deixa isso pra lá&lt;br /&gt;Vem pra cá&lt;br /&gt;O que que tem&lt;br /&gt;Eu não estou fazendo nada&lt;br /&gt;Você também&lt;br /&gt;Faz mal bater um papo&lt;br /&gt;Assim gostoso com alguém?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vai, vai, por mim&lt;br /&gt;Balanço de amor, é assim&lt;br /&gt;Mãozinhas com mãozinhas pra lá&lt;br /&gt;Beijinhos com beijinhos pra cá&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bem balançar&lt;br /&gt;Amor é balanceiro meu bem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Só vai no meu balanço quem tem&lt;br /&gt;Carinho para dar&lt;/strong&gt;"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Jair Rodrigues)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20788407-115553922243904382?l=bimarchezano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bimarchezano.blogspot.com/feeds/115553922243904382/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20788407&amp;postID=115553922243904382' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20788407/posts/default/115553922243904382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20788407/posts/default/115553922243904382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bimarchezano.blogspot.com/2006/08/deixa-isso-pra-l.html' title='Deixa isso pra lá'/><author><name>Bianca Marchezano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01662884429627180715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/486/2094/1600/montagem.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20788407.post-115553165185934107</id><published>2006-08-13T23:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-14T00:11:47.196-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Lindo fim-de-semana...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/486/2094/1600/12-08-06_1150.4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/486/2094/320/12-08-06_1150.4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Com muitos motivos pra comemorar: dia dos pais, aniversário do meu tio e 1 ano solteira!!!! hehehehehehehe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"...I´ll spread my wings and I´ll learn how to fly&lt;br /&gt;I´ll do what it takes till I touch the sky&lt;br /&gt;And I´ll make a wish, take a chance, make a change&lt;br /&gt;And break away&lt;br /&gt;Out of the darkness and into the sun&lt;br /&gt;But, I won´t forget all the ones that I loved&lt;br /&gt;I´ll take a risk, take a chance, make a change&lt;br /&gt;And break away..." &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;(Breakaway - Kelly Clarkson)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20788407-115553165185934107?l=bimarchezano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bimarchezano.blogspot.com/feeds/115553165185934107/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20788407&amp;postID=115553165185934107' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20788407/posts/default/115553165185934107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20788407/posts/default/115553165185934107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bimarchezano.blogspot.com/2006/08/lindo-fim-de-semana.html' title='Lindo fim-de-semana...'/><author><name>Bianca Marchezano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01662884429627180715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/486/2094/1600/montagem.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20788407.post-115526404322773185</id><published>2006-08-10T21:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-10T21:40:43.256-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Forgada</title><content type='html'>Foi &lt;a href="http://memezinhamaia.blogspot.com/"&gt;ela&lt;/a&gt; quem esqueceu o carregador de celular na minha casa.&lt;br /&gt;É ela quem precisa do carregador do celular.&lt;br /&gt;E ela ainda fica me cobrando em público, para que eu devolva o tal carregador.&lt;br /&gt;Ara, vem buscar, uai.&lt;br /&gt;Era só o que me faltava!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(não fica nervosinha, não, xuxu! se um dia eu passar por perto da sua casa, eu levo. agora, se precisa com muita urgência, hummmmmmmmmm.... aí danou-se! hehehehehehe)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20788407-115526404322773185?l=bimarchezano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bimarchezano.blogspot.com/feeds/115526404322773185/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20788407&amp;postID=115526404322773185' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20788407/posts/default/115526404322773185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20788407/posts/default/115526404322773185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bimarchezano.blogspot.com/2006/08/forgada.html' title='Forgada'/><author><name>Bianca Marchezano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01662884429627180715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/486/2094/1600/montagem.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20788407.post-115525893125990108</id><published>2006-08-10T20:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-10T20:16:49.346-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Fora</title><content type='html'>hehehehehe&lt;br /&gt;Foi tão natural, tão espontâneo, tão, tão, tão...&lt;br /&gt;Que tô dando risada até agora.&lt;br /&gt;Ah, mas vá, até parece que &lt;a href="http://www.parlamarieta.blogspot.com/"&gt;você&lt;/a&gt; não sabia né?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20788407-115525893125990108?l=bimarchezano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bimarchezano.blogspot.com/feeds/115525893125990108/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20788407&amp;postID=115525893125990108' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20788407/posts/default/115525893125990108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20788407/posts/default/115525893125990108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bimarchezano.blogspot.com/2006/08/fora.html' title='Fora'/><author><name>Bianca Marchezano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01662884429627180715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/486/2094/1600/montagem.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20788407.post-115525848173362268</id><published>2006-08-10T20:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-10T20:08:01.763-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Declarações</title><content type='html'>Terça-feira, uma declaração pra mim no blog &lt;a href="http://memezinhamaia.blogspot.com/2006/08/meu-sol.html"&gt;dela&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;E hoje, uma declaração pra mim no blog &lt;a href="http://parlamarieta.blogspot.com/2006_08_01_parlamarieta_archive.html"&gt;dela&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E eu me achando a mais querida...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amo vocês lindas amigas do meu coração!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vocês trazem mais brilho pros meus dias.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20788407-115525848173362268?l=bimarchezano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bimarchezano.blogspot.com/feeds/115525848173362268/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20788407&amp;postID=115525848173362268' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20788407/posts/default/115525848173362268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20788407/posts/default/115525848173362268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bimarchezano.blogspot.com/2006/08/declaraes.html' title='Declarações'/><author><name>Bianca Marchezano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01662884429627180715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/486/2094/1600/montagem.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20788407.post-115523715556289506</id><published>2006-08-10T14:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-10T14:12:35.636-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Do you remember???</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/486/2094/1600/sirenights.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/486/2094/320/sirenights.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Eu, Memê e o DJ Carlo Dallanese no auge das nossas "Sirenights".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Dispensa maiores comentários. Quem participou dessa fase sabe...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20788407-115523715556289506?l=bimarchezano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bimarchezano.blogspot.com/feeds/115523715556289506/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20788407&amp;postID=115523715556289506' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20788407/posts/default/115523715556289506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20788407/posts/default/115523715556289506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bimarchezano.blogspot.com/2006/08/do-you-remember.html' title='Do you remember???'/><author><name>Bianca Marchezano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01662884429627180715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/486/2094/1600/montagem.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20788407.post-115518874421557290</id><published>2006-08-10T00:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-10T00:45:44.250-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Depois da tempestade...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/486/2094/1600/tornado_nguyen.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/486/2094/320/tornado_nguyen.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E semana passada eu sonhei com um MEGA TORNADO...&lt;br /&gt;Vindo na minha direção....&lt;br /&gt;Bem que a Meire fala pra eu levar meu "conteúdo onírico" (acho que é assim que se escreve); pra eu prestar atenção...&lt;br /&gt;Mas enfim... parece que ventos melhores estão soprando. Já estou melhor. As coisas já estão melhores. E tem coisas que (conforme-se, Bianca!) nunca vão mudar mesmo.&lt;br /&gt;Que seja...&lt;br /&gt;Ontem, no auge do "o que quer que tenha sido aquilo", fui na academia, fazer cara feia, bater o pé (e a boca com a dona da academia), porque me deram informação errada e eu não queria pagar por isso. Não cederam, e de rabo de olho eu via as recepcionistas me olhando com cara de assustadas. Saí de lá com cara de insatisfeita, e falei: "então tá. obrigada. tchau" - no mínimo acharam que eu ia me conformar e ficar por lá mesmo.&lt;br /&gt;Mas puxa, como as coisas são, hoje pela manhã me ligam com a agradável notícia de que "liberaram o plano quadrimestral pra mim". Não é lindo? humpf... Às vezes a gente tem que fazer uma cara feia, mesmo. Senão o pessoal "monta". E não se consegue o que é de direito.&lt;br /&gt;E hoje, fui no famoso "Japa da Rita" com ela e a Mariazinha, e claaaaaaaaaaro, que falamos muita besteira, muita maldade, muita fofoca e demos muita risada. Huahuahuahuahuahua&lt;br /&gt;Já estou quase curada da gripe, falta só mais um tiquinho...&lt;br /&gt;Amanhã então acho que já volto a malhar, tenho prova no espanhol, segunda começam as aulas na pós.... De volta a vida normal...&lt;br /&gt;Só falta trabaiá, né, Bianca...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20788407-115518874421557290?l=bimarchezano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bimarchezano.blogspot.com/feeds/115518874421557290/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20788407&amp;postID=115518874421557290' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20788407/posts/default/115518874421557290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20788407/posts/default/115518874421557290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bimarchezano.blogspot.com/2006/08/depois-da-tempestade.html' title='Depois da tempestade...'/><author><name>Bianca Marchezano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01662884429627180715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/486/2094/1600/montagem.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20788407.post-115510296839799062</id><published>2006-08-09T00:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-09T00:56:08.440-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Acolhimento</title><content type='html'>*texto que a Meire me deu hoje&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"Já notaram como reagimos diferente a cada pessoa e como algumas pessoas tem o dom de despertar na gente... lá no fundo... coisas que são tão bonitas e delicadas que encantam até a gente mesmo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;É que existem pessoas muito especiasi para nossa história e que são capazes de revelar o que temos de mais bonito...aquela parte nossa mais saudável e que nos faz sentir muito mais inteligente... e nos encanta...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Muitas vezes, temos que esconder lá no fundo uam parte de quem somos porque, por alguma experiência sofrida, foi machucada e prefere agora ficar guardada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;E essa parte bem delicada sabe que só pode vir à tona se tiver por perto alguém sensível que a possa reconhecer e acolher com amor...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Então... quando temos a sorte de encontrar pessoas que despertam o melhor de nós... também temos uma vontade grande de despertar o melhor de todas as pessoas ao nosso redor...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;É que é tão bom ser assim de um jeito que é o seu jeito mais natural de ser, que quando experimentamos essa sensação queremos que todo mundo também se sinta assim...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Quanta coisa bonita está só esperando ser reconhecida e acolhida com amor para se revelar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Quantas vezes sabemos que com determinadas atitudes despertamos uma parte não tão bonita nas pessoas, e mesmo assim não procuramos mudar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Vamos buscar trazer à luz o melhor das pessoas que convivm com a gente e naturalmente todo mundo irá mostrar um lado novo... mais bonito e iluminado que... como uma luzinha m´gica... vai se espalhar... e se espalhar... trazendo coisas cada vez mais bonitas das pessoas todas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Temos que ser criativos para usar o dom do amor e do acolhimento, e desperatr as partes adormecidas das pessoas que por algum motivo estão no nosso caminho...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;É surpreendente como tem gente bonita escondida... só esperando um sorriso ou um carinho para se mostrar e para ajudar a colorir de arco-íris um mundo que anda tão sem cor...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Use o seu lado do pincel do amor e do acolhimento para pintar novos sorrisos e olhares mais brilhantes no rosto e no coração de quem você ama... e de quem você não ama... mas pode vir a amar com um amor que não é condicionado... Um amor maior... daqueles que nos mostram que somos todos um..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20788407-115510296839799062?l=bimarchezano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bimarchezano.blogspot.com/feeds/115510296839799062/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20788407&amp;postID=115510296839799062' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20788407/posts/default/115510296839799062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20788407/posts/default/115510296839799062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bimarchezano.blogspot.com/2006/08/acolhimento.html' title='Acolhimento'/><author><name>Bianca Marchezano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01662884429627180715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/486/2094/1600/montagem.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20788407.post-115509703502200588</id><published>2006-08-08T23:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-08T23:28:46.763-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Eu</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/486/2094/1600/arte%20cortada%20olhar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/486/2094/320/arte%20cortada%20olhar.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/486/2094/1600/BIANCA2.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Eu...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tenho orgulho de ser quem sou...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Claro que isso não é fácil...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Claro que é complicado...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Claro que sinto e penso demais...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;E claro que isso me traz problemas...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mas tenho orgulho de não ser fria...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tenho orgulho de ser sensível...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tenho orgulho de dizer o que penso, o que sinto... Fazer o que sinto vontade....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tenho orgulho de demonstrar meus sentimentos...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Afinal,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;O que se leva da vida?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Não é a vida que se leva?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Não são os sentimentos, os pensamentos, os momentos, os relacionamentos?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;São...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Não....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Eu não me conformaria em deixar a vida passar....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Eu não me contentaria com o material, o tangível, o supérfluo, o efêmero...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Eu gosto do forte, do intenso, do real. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;O real não é o paupável.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pelo contrário...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Isso é ilusão....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;O real é o que eu sinto.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;E se eu morrer amanhã... ou depois....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Não vou me arrepender de não ter falado, de não ter demonstrado, de não ter sentido...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;De não ter sido eu.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Eu sou eu.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;E tá decidido.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Vou continuar sendo...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Por mais difícil...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Por mais dolorido...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;É ainda o mais íntegro, o mais puro.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;É o que eu quero."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;(Bianca Marchezano - euzinha)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20788407-115509703502200588?l=bimarchezano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bimarchezano.blogspot.com/feeds/115509703502200588/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20788407&amp;postID=115509703502200588' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20788407/posts/default/115509703502200588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20788407/posts/default/115509703502200588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bimarchezano.blogspot.com/2006/08/eu.html' title='Eu'/><author><name>Bianca Marchezano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01662884429627180715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/486/2094/1600/montagem.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20788407.post-115509634989594206</id><published>2006-08-08T23:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-08T23:05:49.916-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Dia doido...</title><content type='html'>Surtei!&lt;br /&gt;Mas fui na Meire e já dei uma melhoradona...&lt;br /&gt;Agora acho que é só essa gripe que tá me baqueando.&lt;br /&gt;Daqui a pouco estou melhor.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20788407-115509634989594206?l=bimarchezano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bimarchezano.blogspot.com/feeds/115509634989594206/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20788407&amp;postID=115509634989594206' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20788407/posts/default/115509634989594206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20788407/posts/default/115509634989594206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bimarchezano.blogspot.com/2006/08/dia-doido.html' title='Dia doido...'/><author><name>Bianca Marchezano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01662884429627180715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/486/2094/1600/montagem.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20788407.post-115504473038614663</id><published>2006-08-08T08:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-08T09:16:27.646-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Encerrando um Ciclo</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;"É sempre preciso saber quando uma etapa chega ao final. Se insistirmos em permanecer nela mais do que o tempo necessário, perdemos a alegria e o sentido das outras etapas que precisamos viver. Encerrando ciclos, fechando portas, terminando capítulos - não importa o nome que damos, o que importa é &lt;strong&gt;deixar no passado os momentos da vida que já se acabaram&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Foi despedido do trabalho? &lt;strong&gt;Terminou uma relação&lt;/strong&gt;? Deixou a casa dos pais? Partiu para viver em outro país? A amizade, tão longamente cultivada, desapareceu sem explicações?&lt;br /&gt;Você pode passar muito tempo se perguntando por que isso aconteceu. Pode dizer para si mesmo que não dará mais um passo enquanto não entender as razões que levaram certas coisas, que eram tão importantes e sólidas em sua vida, serem subitamente transformadas em pó.&lt;br /&gt;Mas tal atitude será um desgaste imenso para todos: seus pais, seu marido ou sua esposa, seus amigos, seus filhos, sua irmã, todos estarão encerrando capítulos, virando a folha, seguindo adiante, e todos sofrerão ao ver que &lt;strong&gt;você está parado&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Ninguém pode estar ao mesmo tempo no presente e no passado, nem mesmo quando tentamos entender as coisas que acontecem conosco. &lt;strong&gt;O que passou não voltará&lt;/strong&gt;: não podemos ser eternamente meninos, adolescentes tardios, filhos que se sentem culpados ou rancorosos com os pais, &lt;strong&gt;amantes que revivem noite e dia uma ligação com quem já foi embora e não tem a menor intenção de voltar. As coisas passam, e o melhor que fazemos é deixar que elas realmente possam ir embora. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por isso é tão importante (por mais doloroso que seja!) destruir recordações, mudar de casa, dar muitas coisas para orfanatos, vender ou doar os livros que tem. Tudo neste mundo visível é uma manifestação do mundo invisível, do que está acontecendo em nosso coração - e o &lt;strong&gt;desfazer-se de certas lembranças significa também abrir espaço para que outras tomem o seu lugar. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Deixar ir embora. Soltar. Desprender-se&lt;/strong&gt;. Ninguém está jogando nesta vida com cartas marcadas, portanto às vezes ganhamos, e às vezes perdemos. Não espere que devolvam algo, não espere que reconheçam seu esforço, que descubram seu gênio, que entendam seu amor. Pare de ligar sua televisão emocional e assistir sempre ao mesmo programa, que mostra como você sofreu com determinada perda: isso o estará apenas envenenando, e nada mais.&lt;br /&gt;Não há nada mais perigoso que rompimentos amorosos que não são aceitos, promessas de emprego que não têm data marcada para começar, decisões que sempre são adiadas em nome do "momento ideal". Antes de começar um capítulo novo, é preciso terminar o antigo: &lt;strong&gt;diga a si mesmo que o que passou, jamais voltará. Lembre-se de que houve uma época em que podia viver sem aquilo, sem aquela pessoa&lt;/strong&gt; - nada é insubstituível, um hábito não é uma necessidade. Pode parecer óbvio, pode mesmo ser difícil, mas é muito importante.&lt;br /&gt;Encerrando ciclos. Não por causa do orgulho, por incapacidade, ou por soberba, mas porque &lt;strong&gt;simplesmente aquilo já não se encaixa mais na sua vida&lt;/strong&gt;. Feche a porta, mude o disco, limpe a casa, sacuda a poeira. Deixe de ser quem era, e &lt;strong&gt;se transforme em quem é&lt;/strong&gt;."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Paulo Coelho)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Caralho, porque tem gente que tem tanta dificuldade em fechar os ciclos?&lt;br /&gt;É claro que é difícil, é claro que a tendência é a gente se apegar a recordações, a desejos, a saudades.... Mas tem gente que parece que não quer fechar o ciclo... Parece que gosta de insistir na história.... Não quer tentar....&lt;br /&gt;Sabe aquela música do Pearl Jam que eu amo? "Present Tense".... Já postei aqui.... Ela diz mais ou menos assim, que vc pode gastar seu tempo sozinho, com arrependimentos do passado, ooooooooooooou perceber que faz muito mais sentido viver no TEMPO PRESENTE".&lt;br /&gt;Quanto tempo e quantas oportunidades as pessoas perdem "contemplando a porta fechada"... não vêem as portas que estão se abrindo....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20788407-115504473038614663?l=bimarchezano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bimarchezano.blogspot.com/feeds/115504473038614663/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20788407&amp;postID=115504473038614663' title='9 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20788407/posts/default/115504473038614663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20788407/posts/default/115504473038614663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bimarchezano.blogspot.com/2006/08/encerrando-um-ciclo.html' title='Encerrando um Ciclo'/><author><name>Bianca Marchezano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01662884429627180715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/486/2094/1600/montagem.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20788407.post-115504259946979371</id><published>2006-08-08T08:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-08T08:09:59.470-05:00</updated><title type='text'>All or Nothing</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;I´ve been standing out in the rain&lt;br /&gt;I´ve been calling your name&lt;br /&gt;Got that lonely feeling again&lt;br /&gt;calling out your name&lt;br /&gt;Do you hear me? Do you want me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Baby it´s all or nothing now&lt;br /&gt;I don´t wanna run and I cant walk out&lt;br /&gt;you´re breaking my heart if you leave me now&lt;br /&gt;don´t wanna wait for ever&lt;br /&gt;Who do you think you´re fooling&lt;br /&gt;Who do you think you´re fooling&lt;br /&gt;Baby it´s all or nothing, &lt;br /&gt;baby it´s all or nothing now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I´ve been trying to get to your heart &lt;br /&gt;but I´m chasing shadows&lt;br /&gt;We keep falling further apart&lt;br /&gt;so near and you´re so far &lt;br /&gt;Do you care now? Do you know how?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Cher)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20788407-115504259946979371?l=bimarchezano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bimarchezano.blogspot.com/feeds/115504259946979371/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20788407&amp;postID=115504259946979371' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20788407/posts/default/115504259946979371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20788407/posts/default/115504259946979371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bimarchezano.blogspot.com/2006/08/all-or-nothing.html' title='All or Nothing'/><author><name>Bianca Marchezano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01662884429627180715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/486/2094/1600/montagem.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20788407.post-115504203436646320</id><published>2006-08-08T07:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-08T08:00:34.366-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Medalha de São Jorge</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/486/2094/1600/medalha%20s%20jorge.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/486/2094/320/medalha%20s%20jorge.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Fica ao meu lado, São Jorge Guerreiro Com tuas armas, teu perfil obstinado&lt;br /&gt;Me guarda em ti, meu Santo Padroeiro&lt;br /&gt;Me leva ao céu em tua montaria&lt;br /&gt;Numa visita a lua cheia&lt;br /&gt;Que é a medalha da Virgem Maria&lt;br /&gt;Do outro lado, São Jorge Guerreiro&lt;br /&gt;Põe tuas armas na medalha enluarada&lt;br /&gt;Te guardo em mim, meu Santo Padroeiro&lt;br /&gt;A quem recorro em horas de agonia&lt;br /&gt;Tenho a medalha da lua cheia&lt;br /&gt;Você casado com a Virgem Maria&lt;br /&gt;O mar e a noite lembram a Bahia&lt;br /&gt;Orgulho e força, marcas do meu guia&lt;br /&gt;Conto contigo contra os perigos&lt;br /&gt;Contra o quebrando de uma paixão&lt;br /&gt;Deus me perdoe essa intimidade:&lt;br /&gt;Jorge me guarde no coração&lt;br /&gt;Que a malvadeza desse mundo é grande em extensão&lt;br /&gt;E muita vez tem ar de anjo&lt;br /&gt;E garras de dragão"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20788407-115504203436646320?l=bimarchezano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bimarchezano.blogspot.com/feeds/115504203436646320/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20788407&amp;postID=115504203436646320' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20788407/posts/default/115504203436646320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20788407/posts/default/115504203436646320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bimarchezano.blogspot.com/2006/08/medalha-de-so-jorge.html' title='Medalha de São Jorge'/><author><name>Bianca Marchezano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01662884429627180715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/486/2094/1600/montagem.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20788407.post-115504127529880326</id><published>2006-08-08T07:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-08T07:47:55.300-05:00</updated><title type='text'>De repente, não mais que de repente...</title><content type='html'>Meu Deus, o que aconteceu comigo de repente?????&lt;br /&gt;Que horror, que maldição....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20788407-115504127529880326?l=bimarchezano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bimarchezano.blogspot.com/feeds/115504127529880326/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20788407&amp;postID=115504127529880326' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20788407/posts/default/115504127529880326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20788407/posts/default/115504127529880326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bimarchezano.blogspot.com/2006/08/de-repente-no-mais-que-de-repente.html' title='De repente, não mais que de repente...'/><author><name>Bianca Marchezano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01662884429627180715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/486/2094/1600/montagem.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20788407.post-115504115567984734</id><published>2006-08-08T07:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-08T07:45:55.710-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Quadrilha</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/486/2094/1600/Psicose.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/486/2094/320/Psicose.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"João amava Teresa que amava Raimundo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;que amava Maria que amava Joaquim que amava Lili&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;que não amava ninguém.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;João foi para o Estados Unidos, Teresa para o convento,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Raimundo morreu de desastre, Maria ficou para tia,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joaquim suicidou-se e Lili casou com J. Pinto Fernandes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;que não tinha entrado na história."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Carlos Drummond de Andrade)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20788407-115504115567984734?l=bimarchezano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bimarchezano.blogspot.com/feeds/115504115567984734/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20788407&amp;postID=115504115567984734' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20788407/posts/default/115504115567984734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20788407/posts/default/115504115567984734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bimarchezano.blogspot.com/2006/08/quadrilha.html' title='Quadrilha'/><author><name>Bianca Marchezano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01662884429627180715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/486/2094/1600/montagem.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20788407.post-115500050977379472</id><published>2006-08-07T20:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-07T20:28:29.790-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Seek and Destroy!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 252px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 166px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="107" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/486/2094/320/glow.jpg" width="137" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"We are scanning the scene&lt;br /&gt;in the city tonight&lt;br /&gt;We are looking for you&lt;br /&gt;to start up a fight&lt;br /&gt;There is an evil feeling&lt;br /&gt;in our brains&lt;br /&gt;But it is nothing new&lt;br /&gt;you know it drives us insane&lt;br /&gt;Running,&lt;br /&gt;On our way&lt;br /&gt;Hiding,&lt;br /&gt;You will pay&lt;br /&gt;Dying,&lt;br /&gt;One thousand deaths&lt;br /&gt;Running,&lt;br /&gt;On our way&lt;br /&gt;Hiding,&lt;br /&gt;You will pay&lt;br /&gt;Dying,&lt;br /&gt;One thousand deaths&lt;br /&gt;Searching,&lt;br /&gt;Seek and Destroy&lt;br /&gt;Searching,&lt;br /&gt;Seek and Destroy&lt;br /&gt;Searching,&lt;br /&gt;Seek and Destroy&lt;br /&gt;Searching,&lt;br /&gt;Seek and Destroy&lt;br /&gt;There is no escape&lt;br /&gt;and that is for sure&lt;br /&gt;This is the end we won't take any more&lt;br /&gt;Say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;to the world you live in&lt;br /&gt;You have always been taking&lt;br /&gt;but now you're giving&lt;br /&gt;Running,&lt;br /&gt;On our way&lt;br /&gt;Hiding,&lt;br /&gt;You will pay&lt;br /&gt;Dying,&lt;br /&gt;One thousand deaths&lt;br /&gt;Running,&lt;br /&gt;On our way&lt;br /&gt;Hiding,&lt;br /&gt;You will pay&lt;br /&gt;Dying,&lt;br /&gt;One thousand deaths&lt;br /&gt;Searching,&lt;br /&gt;Seek and Destroy&lt;br /&gt;Searching,&lt;br /&gt;Seek and Destroy&lt;br /&gt;Searching,&lt;br /&gt;Seek and Destroy...." &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20788407-115500050977379472?l=bimarchezano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bimarchezano.blogspot.com/feeds/115500050977379472/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20788407&amp;postID=115500050977379472' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20788407/posts/default/115500050977379472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20788407/posts/default/115500050977379472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bimarchezano.blogspot.com/2006/08/seek-and-destroy.html' title='Seek and Destroy!!!!!!!'/><author><name>Bianca Marchezano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01662884429627180715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/486/2094/1600/montagem.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20788407.post-115498777079519266</id><published>2006-08-07T16:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-07T16:56:10.816-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Temporariamente fora do ar...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/486/2094/1600/fora%20do%20ar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/486/2094/400/fora%20do%20ar.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20788407-115498777079519266?l=bimarchezano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bimarchezano.blogspot.com/feeds/115498777079519266/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20788407&amp;postID=115498777079519266' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20788407/posts/default/115498777079519266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20788407/posts/default/115498777079519266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bimarchezano.blogspot.com/2006/08/temporariamente-fora-do-ar.html' title='Temporariamente fora do ar...'/><author><name>Bianca Marchezano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01662884429627180715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/486/2094/1600/montagem.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20788407.post-115380176649040735</id><published>2006-07-24T23:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-07-24T23:29:26.513-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Só alegria....</title><content type='html'>Cheguei hoje em casa (segunda-feira à noite).&lt;br /&gt;Estava desde sexta na casa da Mê ( e da Cá, claro, mas como a Cá é uma super trabalhadora, passei mais tempo com a Mema). Como nos velhos tempos.&lt;br /&gt;Bom... não há muito que eu possa falar, só que tive um finzinho de semana Flash Back total, de sexta à domingo. hehehehe&lt;br /&gt;Como uma imagem vale mais que mil palavras, aí eu e a Mema na fotinho... Exalando felicidade! Felizes com o dia, com o sol, com a paisagem, com o momento, com a nossa amizade... Com aquelas coisinhas pequenas que graças a Deus a gente sabe dar valor....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/486/2094/1600/circuito%201.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/486/2094/320/circuito%201.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20788407-115380176649040735?l=bimarchezano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bimarchezano.blogspot.com/feeds/115380176649040735/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20788407&amp;postID=115380176649040735' title='9 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20788407/posts/default/115380176649040735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20788407/posts/default/115380176649040735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bimarchezano.blogspot.com/2006/07/s-alegria.html' title='Só alegria....'/><author><name>Bianca Marchezano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01662884429627180715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/486/2094/1600/montagem.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20788407.post-115349749183299055</id><published>2006-07-21T10:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-07-21T10:58:11.833-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Apenas Mais Uma de Amor...</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;"Eu gosto tanto de você&lt;br /&gt;Que até prefiro esconder&lt;br /&gt;Deixo assim ficar&lt;br /&gt;Subentendido&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como uma idéia que existe na cabeça&lt;br /&gt;E não tem a menor obrigação de acontecer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu acho tão bonito&lt;br /&gt;Isto de ser abstrato, baby&lt;br /&gt;A beleza é mesmo tão fugaz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É uma idéia que existe na cabeça&lt;br /&gt;E não tem a menor pretensão de convencer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pode até parecer fraqueza&lt;br /&gt;Pois que seja fraqueza então,&lt;br /&gt;A alegria que me dá&lt;br /&gt;Isso vai sem eu dizer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se amanhã não for nada disso&lt;br /&gt;Caberá só a mim esquecer&lt;br /&gt;O que eu ganho, o que eu perco&lt;br /&gt;Ninguém precisa saber"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Lulu Santos)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20788407-115349749183299055?l=bimarchezano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bimarchezano.blogspot.com/feeds/115349749183299055/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20788407&amp;postID=115349749183299055' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20788407/posts/default/115349749183299055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20788407/posts/default/115349749183299055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bimarchezano.blogspot.com/2006/07/apenas-mais-uma-de-amor.html' title='Apenas Mais Uma de Amor...'/><author><name>Bianca Marchezano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01662884429627180715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/486/2094/1600/montagem.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20788407.post-115328224675275775</id><published>2006-07-18T22:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-07-18T23:10:46.780-05:00</updated><title type='text'>happyyyyyyyyy..... I´m feeling so happyyyyyyyy</title><content type='html'>Fim-de-semana feliz....&lt;br /&gt;Começo de semana feliz..........&lt;br /&gt;Uebaaaaaaaaaaaaa&lt;br /&gt;Adoro isso!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Sexta-feira tava completamente sussa, resolvi ficar em casa, mesmo as amigas "pressionando" p/ gente ir dançar salsa e zouk, etc... hehehehehe&lt;br /&gt;Sabadão teve aniversário do Caio (Beraldo), e pra variar, eu, Rita e Mariazinha causando algumas..... Tiramos muitas fotos (indecentes), com cara de biscate, biquinho de peixe, peitolas, gravamos até depoimentos pro aniversariante! Eu "se" divirtoooooooooo..... (depois coloco as fotos).&lt;br /&gt;De lá, fui p/ uma festa de Bodas de Prata, onde o "bodiado" (quem comemora bodas) entrou de Elvis e cantou os clássicos do REI... Eu fui ao delírio, claro!!!!! A-do-ro!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Minha prima doida tava na festinha e adorou o barman, então fomos trocentas vezes "pegar um drink", como dizia ela.&lt;br /&gt;Acabei dormindo na casa dela, pq ela me chamou p/ ir p/ um churras em Jundiaí no dia seguinte.&lt;br /&gt;O churras tbém tava beeeeeeeem legal. Ficamos lá, "charlando", comendo carne com "gordurinhas" hehehehehehe..... Falando besteira e dando risada. Dia bonito, programinha legal.&lt;br /&gt;Na volta, já em São Paulo, ela passou p/ pegar algumas amigas e comermos no Mc. Comédia. Todas as amigas com aquele PUUUUUTA sotaque da Mooca, falando q nem minha vó, e minha mãe..... Muito engraçado!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Depois todas vieram junto me trazer em casa!&lt;br /&gt;Hoje (terça-feira) passei na casa da Vi Martinez pra gente bater um papo. Eu, ela e a Melina. Graaaaaaaaandes revelações. Grandes filosofias. Grandes conselhos. Grandes planos. hehehe&lt;br /&gt;Me divirto, mas ainda bem que tenho minha cabeça no lugar, porque no que dependesse dessas doidas eu estaria agora no show do Inimigos da HP.... hahahahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;No Way!&lt;br /&gt;Bom, amanhã é um outro dia.....&lt;br /&gt;besitos.... - infelizmente não tenho fotos dos eventos.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20788407-115328224675275775?l=bimarchezano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bimarchezano.blogspot.com/feeds/115328224675275775/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20788407&amp;postID=115328224675275775' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20788407/posts/default/115328224675275775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20788407/posts/default/115328224675275775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bimarchezano.blogspot.com/2006/07/happyyyyyyyyy-im-feeling-so.html' title='happyyyyyyyyy..... I´m feeling so happyyyyyyyy'/><author><name>Bianca Marchezano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01662884429627180715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/486/2094/1600/montagem.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20788407.post-115298117783493329</id><published>2006-07-15T11:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-07-15T11:32:58.196-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Help!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/486/2094/1600/beatles-help.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/486/2094/320/beatles-help.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Help!&lt;br /&gt;I need somebody (Help)&lt;br /&gt;Not just anybody (Help)&lt;br /&gt;You know I need someone (Help)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was younger, so much younger than today&lt;br /&gt;I never needed anybody's help in any way&lt;br /&gt;But now these days are gone&lt;br /&gt;I'm not so self assured&lt;br /&gt;Now I find I've changed my mind&lt;br /&gt;I've opened up the doors&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Help me if you can, I'm feeling down&lt;br /&gt;And I do appreciate you being 'round&lt;br /&gt;Help me get my feet back on the ground&lt;br /&gt;Won't you please, please help me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now my life hand changed in oh, so many ways&lt;br /&gt;My independence seems to vanish in the haze&lt;br /&gt;But every now and then I feel so insecure&lt;br /&gt;I know that I just need you like&lt;br /&gt;I've never done before&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Help me if you can, I'm feeling down&lt;br /&gt;And I do appreciate you being 'round&lt;br /&gt;Help me get my feet back on the ground&lt;br /&gt;Won't you please, please help me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was younger, so much younger than today&lt;br /&gt;I never needed anybody's help in any way&lt;br /&gt;But now these days are gone&lt;br /&gt;I'm not so self assured&lt;br /&gt;Now I find I've changed my mind&lt;br /&gt;I've opened up the doors&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Help me if you can, I'm feeling down&lt;br /&gt;And I do appreciate you being 'round&lt;br /&gt;Help me get my feet back on the ground&lt;br /&gt;Won't you please, please help me"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(The Beatles)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20788407-115298117783493329?l=bimarchezano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bimarchezano.blogspot.com/feeds/115298117783493329/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20788407&amp;postID=115298117783493329' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20788407/posts/default/115298117783493329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20788407/posts/default/115298117783493329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bimarchezano.blogspot.com/2006/07/help.html' title='Help!'/><author><name>Bianca Marchezano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01662884429627180715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/486/2094/1600/montagem.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20788407.post-115275862148322164</id><published>2006-07-12T21:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-07-12T21:43:41.500-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Especial</title><content type='html'>Sei que sou especial pra algumas pessoas.&lt;br /&gt;Pra cada uma delas de um jeito diferente.&lt;br /&gt;E são essas pessoas que importam pra mim...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20788407-115275862148322164?l=bimarchezano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bimarchezano.blogspot.com/feeds/115275862148322164/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20788407&amp;postID=115275862148322164' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20788407/posts/default/115275862148322164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20788407/posts/default/115275862148322164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bimarchezano.blogspot.com/2006/07/especial.html' title='Especial'/><author><name>Bianca Marchezano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01662884429627180715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/486/2094/1600/montagem.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20788407.post-115266419582507932</id><published>2006-07-11T19:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-07-11T19:29:55.850-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ninguém é de ninguém</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;"Na hora de cantar todo mundo enche o peito nas boates, levanta os braços,sorri e dispara:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"eu sou de ninguém, eu sou de todo mundo e todo mundo é meu também".&lt;br /&gt;No entanto, passado o efeito do uí&amp;shy;sque com energético e dos beijos descompromissados, os adeptos da geração "tribalista" se dirigem aos consultórios terapeuticos, ou alugam os ouvidos do amigo mais próximo e reclamam de solidão, ausência de interesse das pessoas, descaso e rejeição.&lt;br /&gt;A maioria não quer ser de ninguém, mas quer que alguém seja seu. Beijar na boca é bom? Claro que é! Se manter sem compromisso, viver rodeado de amigos em baladas animada&amp;shy;ssimas é legal? Evidente que sim. Mas por que reclamam depois? Será que os grupos tribalistas se esqueceram da velha lição ensinada no colégio, onde "toda ação tem uma reação".&lt;br /&gt;Agir como tribalista tem consequencias, boas e ruins, como tudo na vida. Não dá, infelizmente, para ficar somente com a cereja do bolo - beijar de lí&amp;shy;ngua, namorar e não ser de ninguém.&lt;br /&gt;Para comer a cereja é preciso comer o bolo todo e nele, os ingredientes vão além do descompromisso, como: não receber o famoso telefonema no dia seguinte, não saber se está namorando mesmo depois de sair muitas vezes com a mesma pessoa, não se importar se o outro estiver beijando outra,etc, etc, etc. Embora já saibam namorar, "os tribalistas" não namoram.&lt;br /&gt;Ficar, também é coisa do passado. A palavra de ordem hoje é "namorix". A pessoa pode ter um,dois e até três namorix ao mesmo tempo. Dificilmente esté apaixonada por seus namorix, mas gosta da companhia do outro e de manter a ilusão de que não está sozinho. Nessa nova modalidade de relacionamento, ninguém pode se queixar de nada. Caso uma das partes se ausente durante uma semana, a outra deve fingir que nada aconteceu, afinal, não estão namorando.&lt;br /&gt;Aliás, quando foi que se estabeleceu que namoro é sinônimo de cobrança? A nova geração prega liberdade, mas acaba tendo visões unilaterais. Assim como se deseja "a cereja do bolo tribal", enxerga somente o lado negativo das relações mais sólidas.&lt;br /&gt;Desconhece a delí&amp;shy;cia de assistir um filme debaixo das cobertas num dia chuvoso comendo pipoca com chocolate quente, o prazer de dormir junto abraçados,roçaando os pés sob as cobertas e a troca de cumplicidade, carinho e amor.&lt;br /&gt;Namorar é algo que vai muito além das cobranças. É cuidar do outro e ser cuidado por ele, é telefonar só para dizer bom dia, ter uma boa companhia para ir ao cinema de mãos dadas, transar por amor, ter alguém para fazer e receber cafuné, um colo para chorar, uma mão para enxugar lágrimas, enfim, é ter"alguém para amar".&lt;br /&gt;Já dizia o poeta que "amar se aprende amando" e se seguirmos seu raciocí&amp;shy;nio, esbarraremos na lição que nos foi passada nas décadas passadas: relação é sinônimo de desilusão. O número avassalador de divórcios nos últimos tempos, só veio a confirmar essa tese e aqueles que se divorciaram (pais e mães dos adeptos do tribalismo), vendem na maioria das vezes a idéia de que casar é um péssimo negócio e que uma relação sólida é sinônimo de frustrações futuras. Talvez seja por isso que pronunciar a palavra "namoro" traga tanto medo e rejeição.&lt;br /&gt;No entanto, vivemos em uma época muito diferente daquela em que nossos pais viveram.&lt;br /&gt;Hoje podemos optar com maior liberdade e não somos mais obrigados a"comer sal junto até morrer".&lt;br /&gt;Não se trata de responsabilizar pais e mães, ou atribuir um significado latente aos acontecimentos vividos e assimilados na infância, pois somos responsáveis por nossas escolhas, assim como o que fazemos com as licões que nos chegam. A questão não é causal, mas quem sabe correlacional.&lt;br /&gt;Podemos aprender a amar se relacionando.&lt;br /&gt;Trocando experiências,afetos, conflitos e sensações. Não precisamos amar sob os conceitos que nos foram passados. Somos livres para optarmos.&lt;br /&gt;E ser livre não é beijar na boca e não ser de ninguém.&lt;br /&gt;É ter coragem, ser autêntico e se permitir viver um sentimento... É arriscar, pagar para ver e correr atrás da felicidade. É doar e receber, é estar disponí&amp;shy;vel de alma, para que as surpresas da vida possam aparecer.&lt;br /&gt;É compartilhar momentos de alegria e buscar tirar proveito até mesmo das coisas ruins.&lt;br /&gt;Ser de todo mundo, não ser de ninguém, é ao mesmo que não ter ninguém também... é não ser livre para trocar e crescer...&lt;br /&gt;É estar fadado ao fracasso emocional e a tão temida solidão.........."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Jabor)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20788407-115266419582507932?l=bimarchezano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bimarchezano.blogspot.com/feeds/115266419582507932/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20788407&amp;postID=115266419582507932' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20788407/posts/default/115266419582507932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20788407/posts/default/115266419582507932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bimarchezano.blogspot.com/2006/07/ningum-de-ningum.html' title='Ninguém é de ninguém'/><author><name>Bianca Marchezano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01662884429627180715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/486/2094/1600/montagem.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20788407.post-115265155378039023</id><published>2006-07-11T15:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-07-11T15:59:13.813-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Fundamental</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/486/2094/1600/cora????o.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/486/2094/320/cora%3F%3F%3F%3Fo.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"... fundamental é mesmo o amor..."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(Wave - Tom Jobim)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20788407-115265155378039023?l=bimarchezano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bimarchezano.blogspot.com/feeds/115265155378039023/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20788407&amp;postID=115265155378039023' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20788407/posts/default/115265155378039023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20788407/posts/default/115265155378039023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bimarchezano.blogspot.com/2006/07/fundamental.html' title='Fundamental'/><author><name>Bianca Marchezano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01662884429627180715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/486/2094/1600/montagem.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20788407.post-115264617924922952</id><published>2006-07-11T14:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-07-11T16:00:46.866-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Morte Cotidiana</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/486/2094/1600/sentimento.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/486/2094/320/sentimento.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"A gente tem que morrer tantas vezes durante a vida&lt;br /&gt;Que eu já tô ficando craque em ressurreição.&lt;br /&gt;Bobeou eu tô morrendo&lt;br /&gt;Na minha extrema pulsão&lt;br /&gt;Na minha extrema-unção&lt;br /&gt;Na minha extrema menção&lt;br /&gt;de acordar viva todo dia&lt;br /&gt;Há dores que sinceramente eu não resolvo&lt;br /&gt;sinceramente sucumbo&lt;br /&gt;Há nós que não dissolvo&lt;br /&gt;e me torno moribundo de doer daquele corte&lt;br /&gt;do haver sangramento e forte&lt;br /&gt;que vem no mesmo malote das coisas queridas&lt;br /&gt;Vem dentro dos amores&lt;br /&gt;dentro das perdas de coisas antes possuídas&lt;br /&gt;dentro das alegrias havidas&lt;br /&gt;Há porradas que não tem saída&lt;br /&gt;há um monte de "não era isso que eu queria"&lt;br /&gt;Outro dia, acabei de morrer&lt;br /&gt;depois de uma crise sobre o existencialismo&lt;br /&gt;3º mundo, ideologia e inflação...&lt;br /&gt;E quando penso que não&lt;br /&gt;me vejo ressurgida no banheiro&lt;br /&gt;feito punheteiro de chuveiro&lt;br /&gt;Sem cor, sem fala&lt;br /&gt;nem informática nem cabala&lt;br /&gt;eu era uma espécie de Lázara&lt;br /&gt;poeta ressuscitada&lt;br /&gt;passaporte sem mala&lt;br /&gt;com destino de nada!&lt;br /&gt;A gente tem que morrer tantas vezes durante a vida&lt;br /&gt;ensaiar mil vezes a séria despedida&lt;br /&gt;a morte real do gastamento do corpo&lt;br /&gt;a coisa mal resolvida&lt;br /&gt;daquela morte florida&lt;br /&gt;cheia de pêsames nos ombros dos parentes chorosos&lt;br /&gt;cheio do sorriso culpado dos inimigos invejosos&lt;br /&gt;que já to ficando especialista em renascimento&lt;br /&gt;Hoje, praticamente, eu morro quando quero:&lt;br /&gt;às vezes só porque não foi um bom desfecho&lt;br /&gt;ou porque eu não concordo&lt;br /&gt;Ou uma bela puxada no tapete&lt;br /&gt;ou porque eu mesma me enrolo&lt;br /&gt;Não dá outra: tiro o chinelo...&lt;br /&gt;E dou uma morrida!&lt;br /&gt;Não atendo telefone, campainha...&lt;br /&gt;Fico aí camisolenta em estado de éter&lt;br /&gt;nem zangada, nem histérica, nem puta da vida!&lt;br /&gt;Tô nocauteada, tô morrida!&lt;br /&gt;Morte cotidiana é boa porque além de ser uma pausa&lt;br /&gt;não tem aquela ansiedade para entrar em cena&lt;br /&gt;É uma espécie de venda&lt;br /&gt;uma espécie de encomenda que a gente faz&lt;br /&gt;pra ter depois ter um produto com maior resistência&lt;br /&gt;onde a gente se recolhe (e quem não assume nega)&lt;br /&gt;e fica feito a justiça: cega&lt;br /&gt;Depois acorda bela&lt;br /&gt;corta os cabelos&lt;br /&gt;muda a maquiagem&lt;br /&gt;reinventa modelos&lt;br /&gt;reencontra os amigos que fazem a velha e merecida&lt;br /&gt;pergunta ao teu eu: "Onde cê tava? Tava sumida, morreu?"&lt;br /&gt;E a gente com aquela cara de fantasma moderno,&lt;br /&gt;de expersona falida:&lt;br /&gt;- Não, tava só deprimida."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;(Elisa Lucinda)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20788407-115264617924922952?l=bimarchezano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bimarchezano.blogspot.com/feeds/115264617924922952/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20788407&amp;postID=115264617924922952' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20788407/posts/default/115264617924922952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20788407/posts/default/115264617924922952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bimarchezano.blogspot.com/2006/07/morte-cotidiana.html' title='Morte Cotidiana'/><author><name>Bianca Marchezano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01662884429627180715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/486/2094/1600/montagem.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20788407.post-115213290866212007</id><published>2006-07-05T15:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-07-05T15:55:08.663-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Outdoor</title><content type='html'>A piada da vez:&lt;br /&gt;(hehehehehehehe)&lt;br /&gt;Vou sair num Outdoor!&lt;br /&gt;Há uns meses tirei umas fotos pro Stand da Lukscolor na FEICON, e agora uma das fotos vai aparecer no Outdoor!&lt;br /&gt;Serão 2 Outdoors: Um no Piauí (ufa!) e outro em Cotia (ainda não sei exatamente onde, mas provavelmente na Raposo Tavares...). Ai, meus sais...&lt;br /&gt;Como se não bastasse o fator VERGONHA, ainda tô horrível nas fotos.&lt;br /&gt;As fotos que tirei são essas aí embaixo, e muito provavelmente a do Outdoor vai ser a que eu tô sentada no chão...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/486/2094/1600/AF_PAINEL_7X5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/486/2094/320/AF_PAINEL_7X5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pode rir, eu deixo...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20788407-115213290866212007?l=bimarchezano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bimarchezano.blogspot.com/feeds/115213290866212007/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20788407&amp;postID=115213290866212007' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20788407/posts/default/115213290866212007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20788407/posts/default/115213290866212007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bimarchezano.blogspot.com/2006/07/outdoor.html' title='Outdoor'/><author><name>Bianca Marchezano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01662884429627180715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/486/2094/1600/montagem.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20788407.post-115213220599066778</id><published>2006-07-05T15:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-07-05T15:43:26.133-05:00</updated><title type='text'>You Learn</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;"I recommend getting your heart trampled on to anyone &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Eu recomendo ter o coração menosprezado a qualquer pessoa,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;I recommend walking around naked in your living room &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;eu recomendo andar nu pela sua sala de estar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Swallow it down (what a jagged little pill) &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Engula-a (que pilulazinha ruim)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It feels so good (swimming in your stomach) &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Ela faz tão bem (nadando no seu estômago)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;wait until the dust settles &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;espere até a poeira baixar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You live you learn &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Você vive você aprende&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;You love you learn &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Você ama você aprende&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You cry you learn &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Você chora você aprende&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;You lose you learn &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Você perde você aprende&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;You bleed you learn &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Você sangra você aprende&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;You scream you learn &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Você grita você aprende&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I recommend biting off more than you can chew to anyone&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Eu recomende dar o passo maior que a perna&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I certainly do &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Eu certamente dou&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;I recommend sticking your foot in your mouth at any time &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;recomendo cometer gafes a qualquer hora&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Feel free&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Sinta-se livre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Throw it down (the caution blocks you from the wind)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;jogue-a para baixo (a cautela lhe protege do vento)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hold it up (to the rays) &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;suspenda-a (aos raios)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You wait and see when the smoke clears &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;espere e veja quando a fumaça sumir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wear it out (the way a three-year-old would do) &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Solte-se (como uma criança de três anos faria)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;Melt it down (you're gonna have to eventually anyway) &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Enterneça-se (eventualmente você fará de qualquer jeito)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;The fire trucks are coming up around the bend &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Os caminhõs de bombeiro estão chegando na curva&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You grieve you learn &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Você se aflige você aprende&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;You choke you learn&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Você se sufoca você aprende&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You laugh you learn&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;Você ri você aprende&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;You choose you learn&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Você escolhe você aprende&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;You pray you learn&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Você reza você aprende&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You ask you learn&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;Você pergunta você aprende&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;You live you learn"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Você vive você aprende&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Alanis Morissette)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20788407-115213220599066778?l=bimarchezano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bimarchezano.blogspot.com/feeds/115213220599066778/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20788407&amp;postID=115213220599066778' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20788407/posts/default/115213220599066778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20788407/posts/default/115213220599066778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bimarchezano.blogspot.com/2006/07/you-learn.html' title='You Learn'/><author><name>Bianca Marchezano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01662884429627180715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/486/2094/1600/montagem.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
