<?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-1475663562422819106</id><updated>2011-11-12T21:03:12.125-02:00</updated><category term='por aí'/><title type='text'>verdadeiros versos</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://verdadeirosversos.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1475663562422819106/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://verdadeirosversos.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Sura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15162922820051255419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>62</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1475663562422819106.post-7744422453062359882</id><published>2011-08-29T18:27:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-08-29T18:28:00.873-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Em outras, ela vai embora!</title><content type='html'>Te Ver&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Te ver e não te querer &lt;br /&gt;É improvável, é impossível &lt;br /&gt;Te ter e ter que esquecer &lt;br /&gt;É insuportável é dor incrível &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É como mergulhar num rio e não se molhar &lt;br /&gt;É como não morrer de frio no gelo polar &lt;br /&gt;É Ter o estômago vazio e não almoçar &lt;br /&gt;É ver o céu se abrir no estio e não se animar &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Te ver e não te querer &lt;br /&gt;É improvável, é impossível &lt;br /&gt;Te ter e ter que esquecer &lt;br /&gt;É insuportável é dor incrível &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É como esperar o prato e não salivar &lt;br /&gt;Sentir apertar o sapato e não descalçar &lt;br /&gt;É ver alguém feliz de fato sem alguém pra amar &lt;br /&gt;É como procurar no mato estrelas do mar &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Te ver e não te querer &lt;br /&gt;É improvável, é impossível &lt;br /&gt;Te ter e ter que esquecer &lt;br /&gt;É insuportável é dor incrível &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É como não sentir calor em Cuiabá &lt;br /&gt;Ou como no arpoador não ver o mar &lt;br /&gt;É como não morrer de raiva com a política &lt;br /&gt;Ignorar que a tarde vai vadia e mítica &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É como ver televisão e não dormir &lt;br /&gt;Ver um bichano pelo chão e não sorrir &lt;br /&gt;É como não provar o néctar de um lindo amor &lt;br /&gt;Depois que o coração detecta a mais fina flor &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Te ver e não te querer &lt;br /&gt;É improvável, é impossível &lt;br /&gt;Te ter e ter que esquecer &lt;br /&gt;É insuportável é dor incrível.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1475663562422819106-7744422453062359882?l=verdadeirosversos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://verdadeirosversos.blogspot.com/feeds/7744422453062359882/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1475663562422819106&amp;postID=7744422453062359882&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1475663562422819106/posts/default/7744422453062359882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1475663562422819106/posts/default/7744422453062359882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://verdadeirosversos.blogspot.com/2011/08/em-outras-ela-vai-embora.html' title='Em outras, ela vai embora!'/><author><name>Sura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15162922820051255419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1475663562422819106.post-3001833252676534599</id><published>2011-08-23T14:26:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-08-23T14:26:49.127-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Às vezes, a esperança volta!</title><content type='html'>Viver é a única opção real. Antes de nascermos, era o nada. Depois, virá mais nada. Essa merrequinha de tempo entre dois nadas é um presentaço. &lt;br /&gt;Martha Medeiros. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1475663562422819106-3001833252676534599?l=verdadeirosversos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://verdadeirosversos.blogspot.com/feeds/3001833252676534599/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1475663562422819106&amp;postID=3001833252676534599&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1475663562422819106/posts/default/3001833252676534599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1475663562422819106/posts/default/3001833252676534599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://verdadeirosversos.blogspot.com/2011/08/as-vezes-esperanca-volta.html' title='Às vezes, a esperança volta!'/><author><name>Sura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15162922820051255419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1475663562422819106.post-3548601616224433598</id><published>2011-08-18T19:47:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-08-18T19:49:12.479-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Interessante</title><content type='html'>Fui num lugar terça-feira que a única coisa boa foi ter lido isso:&lt;br /&gt;"É necessário abrir os olhos e perceber que as coisas boas estão dentro de nós, onde os sentimentos não precisam de motivos nem os desejos de razão. O importante é aproveitar o momento e aprender sua duração, pois a vida está nos olhos de quem saber ver."&lt;br /&gt;Gabriel Garcia Marquez&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1475663562422819106-3548601616224433598?l=verdadeirosversos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://verdadeirosversos.blogspot.com/feeds/3548601616224433598/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1475663562422819106&amp;postID=3548601616224433598&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1475663562422819106/posts/default/3548601616224433598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1475663562422819106/posts/default/3548601616224433598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://verdadeirosversos.blogspot.com/2011/08/interessante.html' title='Interessante'/><author><name>Sura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15162922820051255419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1475663562422819106.post-4227245469287741927</id><published>2011-07-29T22:38:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-07-29T22:39:27.258-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Tempo pra...</title><content type='html'>O tempo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A vida é o dever que nós trouxemos para fazer em casa. &lt;br /&gt;Quando se vê, já são seis horas! &lt;br /&gt;Quando de vê, já é sexta-feira! &lt;br /&gt;Quando se vê, já é natal... &lt;br /&gt;Quando se vê, já terminou o ano... &lt;br /&gt;Quando se vê perdemos o amor da nossa vida. &lt;br /&gt;Quando se vê passaram 50 anos! &lt;br /&gt;Agora é tarde demais para ser reprovado... &lt;br /&gt;Se me fosse dado um dia, outra oportunidade, eu nem olhava o relógio. &lt;br /&gt;Seguiria sempre em frente e iria jogando pelo caminho a casca dourada e inútil das horas... &lt;br /&gt;Seguraria o amor que está a minha frente e diria que eu o amo... &lt;br /&gt;E tem mais: não deixe de fazer algo de que gosta devido à falta de tempo. &lt;br /&gt;Não deixe de ter pessoas ao seu lado por puro medo de ser feliz. &lt;br /&gt;A única falta que terá será a desse tempo que, infelizmente, nunca mais voltará.&lt;br /&gt;Mário Quintana&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1475663562422819106-4227245469287741927?l=verdadeirosversos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://verdadeirosversos.blogspot.com/feeds/4227245469287741927/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1475663562422819106&amp;postID=4227245469287741927&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1475663562422819106/posts/default/4227245469287741927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1475663562422819106/posts/default/4227245469287741927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://verdadeirosversos.blogspot.com/2011/07/tempo-pra.html' title='Tempo pra...'/><author><name>Sura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15162922820051255419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1475663562422819106.post-2658363380236651222</id><published>2011-07-13T19:14:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-07-13T19:17:10.543-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Continua valendo!</title><content type='html'>"O tempo faz tudo valer a pena&lt;br /&gt;E nem o erro é desperdício&lt;br /&gt;Tudo cresce e o início&lt;br /&gt;Deixa de ser início&lt;br /&gt;E vai chegando ao meio&lt;br /&gt;Aí começo a pensar que nada tem fim...."&lt;br /&gt;(Ana Carolina - O Avesso dos Ponteiros)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1475663562422819106-2658363380236651222?l=verdadeirosversos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://verdadeirosversos.blogspot.com/feeds/2658363380236651222/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1475663562422819106&amp;postID=2658363380236651222&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1475663562422819106/posts/default/2658363380236651222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1475663562422819106/posts/default/2658363380236651222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://verdadeirosversos.blogspot.com/2011/07/continua-valendo.html' title='Continua valendo!'/><author><name>Sura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15162922820051255419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1475663562422819106.post-3152679365893459182</id><published>2011-06-28T19:00:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-06-30T17:28:23.934-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Um brinde à vida!</title><content type='html'>Nosso tempo aqui é curto e imprevisível. Nunca sabemos até onde vamos chegar. Em janeiro deste ano perdi um amigo querido e muito especial. Talvez ele nem soubesse o quanto eu gostava dele. &lt;br /&gt;E semana passada, lá se foi mais uma pessoa... que não era da minha convivência mas era irmão de uma pessoa que eu amo muito. E eu não podia deixar de ir. Na alegria e na tristeza, na saúde e na doença...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1475663562422819106-3152679365893459182?l=verdadeirosversos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://verdadeirosversos.blogspot.com/feeds/3152679365893459182/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1475663562422819106&amp;postID=3152679365893459182&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1475663562422819106/posts/default/3152679365893459182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1475663562422819106/posts/default/3152679365893459182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://verdadeirosversos.blogspot.com/2011/06/um-brinde-vida.html' title='Um brinde à vida!'/><author><name>Sura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15162922820051255419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1475663562422819106.post-876560658955586937</id><published>2011-06-13T11:40:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2011-06-13T12:06:53.095-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Dia dos Namorados</title><content type='html'>Depois daquela máxima frase que circulou na internet na semana passada - 'Vc passa o dia da árvore com a árvore? Vc passa o dia do índio, com o índio? Então, porque eu preciso passar o dia dos namorados com o namorado?' - venho contar que passei o dia com 4 homens. Isso mesmo. &lt;br /&gt;Na madrugada, estava com Marcelo Camelo e Lobão, na estação de metrô do Vilarinho, no BH Music Station. E à tarde, estava com Lô Borges e Pedro Morais, na Praça da Liberdade. Os 2 primeiros deixaram um pouco a desejar. Valeu pelo evento que é sempre legal e inusitado. E os 2 últimos, foram muito bons. É sempre um prazer, pra mim, ouvir alguém do Clube da Esquina. &lt;br /&gt;E pra quem não foi ao &lt;a href="http://www.bhmusicstation.com.br/"&gt;BH Music Station&lt;/a&gt;, ainda dá tempo. O próximo final de semana é o último e tem programação variada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-B5YcnfMKnho/TfYnSiO2hCI/AAAAAAAAAbI/fGqa52fWh_o/s1600/MusicStation_Rafael-242.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-B5YcnfMKnho/TfYnSiO2hCI/AAAAAAAAAbI/fGqa52fWh_o/s400/MusicStation_Rafael-242.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617720784571499554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Show do Lobão - Foto retirada do site Sou BH.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1475663562422819106-876560658955586937?l=verdadeirosversos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://verdadeirosversos.blogspot.com/feeds/876560658955586937/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1475663562422819106&amp;postID=876560658955586937&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1475663562422819106/posts/default/876560658955586937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1475663562422819106/posts/default/876560658955586937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://verdadeirosversos.blogspot.com/2011/06/dia-dos-namorados.html' title='Dia dos Namorados'/><author><name>Sura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15162922820051255419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-B5YcnfMKnho/TfYnSiO2hCI/AAAAAAAAAbI/fGqa52fWh_o/s72-c/MusicStation_Rafael-242.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1475663562422819106.post-278318709326709129</id><published>2011-06-06T11:25:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2011-06-06T11:38:55.812-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Tirando a poeira</title><content type='html'>Maio é um mês de tanto trabalho que nem dá tempo de fazer outras coisas, como atualizar o blog, por exemplo. &lt;br /&gt;É também o mês do meu aniversário e este ano, ganhei 2 festas. Uma na agência e outra que eu mesmo provoquei, no 'QG' da Saideira. Sim, teve bolo, balão, salgadinho e Coca-Cola!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Teve o casamento da Cris, Alexa no MGTV 2ª edição (Veja aqui: http://video.globo.com/Videos/Player/Noticias/0,,GIM1514712-7823-SAIDEIRA+REUNE+PARTICIPANTES+DO+COMIDA+DI+BUTECO+NESTE+FIM+DE+SEMANA+EM+BH,00.html) e a famosa Saideira, festa final do concurso Comida di buteco. Não preciso falar que foi, mais uma vez, um grande sucesso, preciso?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bem, já estamos em junho, e a dica para o próximo final de semana é esta aqui:&lt;br /&gt;http://www.naturamusical.com.br/festivalminas/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vamos?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1475663562422819106-278318709326709129?l=verdadeirosversos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://verdadeirosversos.blogspot.com/feeds/278318709326709129/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1475663562422819106&amp;postID=278318709326709129&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1475663562422819106/posts/default/278318709326709129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1475663562422819106/posts/default/278318709326709129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://verdadeirosversos.blogspot.com/2011/06/tirando-poeira.html' title='Tirando a poeira'/><author><name>Sura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15162922820051255419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1475663562422819106.post-4055481233448175030</id><published>2011-04-29T12:42:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2011-04-29T12:44:11.573-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Amor (in)explicável</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9FoNnv_T4lg/TbrckDqS69I/AAAAAAAAAaM/rMNa1_xNQcs/s1600/IMG00728-20110424-0225.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9FoNnv_T4lg/TbrckDqS69I/AAAAAAAAAaM/rMNa1_xNQcs/s400/IMG00728-20110424-0225.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601031598604741586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quem tiver oportunidade de assistir: Nando Reis e os infernais - Bailão do Ruivão. Imperdível!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1475663562422819106-4055481233448175030?l=verdadeirosversos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://verdadeirosversos.blogspot.com/feeds/4055481233448175030/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1475663562422819106&amp;postID=4055481233448175030&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1475663562422819106/posts/default/4055481233448175030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1475663562422819106/posts/default/4055481233448175030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://verdadeirosversos.blogspot.com/2011/04/amor-inexplicavel.html' title='Amor (in)explicável'/><author><name>Sura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15162922820051255419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9FoNnv_T4lg/TbrckDqS69I/AAAAAAAAAaM/rMNa1_xNQcs/s72-c/IMG00728-20110424-0225.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1475663562422819106.post-8192343448311620862</id><published>2011-04-15T16:14:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-04-15T16:16:54.796-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Contudo...</title><content type='html'>me alegra a vista que tenho, quando estou trabalhando no Rio...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bjg8o1ttnvQ/TaiZfcsEWlI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/tVcar6R14Fs/s1600/DSC04213.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bjg8o1ttnvQ/TaiZfcsEWlI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/tVcar6R14Fs/s400/DSC04213.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595891302563863122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1475663562422819106-8192343448311620862?l=verdadeirosversos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://verdadeirosversos.blogspot.com/feeds/8192343448311620862/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1475663562422819106&amp;postID=8192343448311620862&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1475663562422819106/posts/default/8192343448311620862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1475663562422819106/posts/default/8192343448311620862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://verdadeirosversos.blogspot.com/2011/04/contudo.html' title='Contudo...'/><author><name>Sura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15162922820051255419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bjg8o1ttnvQ/TaiZfcsEWlI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/tVcar6R14Fs/s72-c/DSC04213.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1475663562422819106.post-8599180782598163891</id><published>2011-04-06T22:29:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2011-04-06T22:48:16.890-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Eu já vi!</title><content type='html'>Ontem, na pré-estreia, convidada pelo jornal Estado de Minas. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zDT-xBMDrnE/TZ0XFo3MIBI/AAAAAAAAAZc/kiQZJ2pMvGA/s1600/rio_char3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 250px; height: 375px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zDT-xBMDrnE/TZ0XFo3MIBI/AAAAAAAAAZc/kiQZJ2pMvGA/s400/rio_char3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592651697899708434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Com direito a pipoca, Coca-Cola e brinde na saída:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-u0G9JQihQZI/TZ0UuHZvEtI/AAAAAAAAAZU/e7S0809wKMo/s1600/biscoito%2Bblog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 360px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-u0G9JQihQZI/TZ0UuHZvEtI/AAAAAAAAAZU/e7S0809wKMo/s400/biscoito%2Bblog.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592649094757552850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Tinha brinde melhor que esse? Só faltou a praia e a limonada!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vale muito a pena assistir ao filme. É tudo muito lindo. Estreia em 08/04.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1475663562422819106-8599180782598163891?l=verdadeirosversos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://verdadeirosversos.blogspot.com/feeds/8599180782598163891/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1475663562422819106&amp;postID=8599180782598163891&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1475663562422819106/posts/default/8599180782598163891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1475663562422819106/posts/default/8599180782598163891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://verdadeirosversos.blogspot.com/2011/04/eu-ja-vi.html' title='Eu já vi!'/><author><name>Sura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15162922820051255419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zDT-xBMDrnE/TZ0XFo3MIBI/AAAAAAAAAZc/kiQZJ2pMvGA/s72-c/rio_char3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1475663562422819106.post-2245907668305008140</id><published>2011-03-25T19:31:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-03-25T19:31:00.458-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Sexta-feira</title><content type='html'>É o dia em que todos ficam com os nervos à flor da pele!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1475663562422819106-2245907668305008140?l=verdadeirosversos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://verdadeirosversos.blogspot.com/feeds/2245907668305008140/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1475663562422819106&amp;postID=2245907668305008140&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1475663562422819106/posts/default/2245907668305008140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1475663562422819106/posts/default/2245907668305008140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://verdadeirosversos.blogspot.com/2011/03/sexta-feira.html' title='Sexta-feira'/><author><name>Sura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15162922820051255419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1475663562422819106.post-4941125644827848826</id><published>2011-03-23T17:58:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-03-23T18:01:55.751-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Pra você!</title><content type='html'>Tudo lindo. A música, a letra, o vídeo. Pra vc, de presente. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" width="640" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/8nOEO7Hm7rg" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1475663562422819106-4941125644827848826?l=verdadeirosversos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://verdadeirosversos.blogspot.com/feeds/4941125644827848826/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1475663562422819106&amp;postID=4941125644827848826&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1475663562422819106/posts/default/4941125644827848826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1475663562422819106.post-1478017875678912707</id><published>2010-10-29T20:55:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2010-10-29T20:56:20.818-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Já viu?</title><content type='html'>Eu ainda não... falta tempo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/urZ0sOYGe-o?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/urZ0sOYGe-o?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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viu?'/><author><name>Sura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15162922820051255419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1475663562422819106.post-3115459500270815815</id><published>2010-10-27T17:36:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2010-10-27T17:38:13.375-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Muito tempo</title><content type='html'>Pra uns, muito tempo pode durar anos. Pra outros, dura apenas alguns dias. Pra mim, é o tempo necessário.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1475663562422819106-3115459500270815815?l=verdadeirosversos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://verdadeirosversos.blogspot.com/feeds/3115459500270815815/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1475663562422819106&amp;postID=3115459500270815815&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1475663562422819106/posts/default/3115459500270815815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1475663562422819106/posts/default/3115459500270815815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://verdadeirosversos.blogspot.com/2010/10/muito-tempo.html' title='Muito tempo'/><author><name>Sura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15162922820051255419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1475663562422819106.post-3500657563343391576</id><published>2010-10-02T14:14:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-10-02T14:16:16.765-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Isso hoje caiu como uma luva!</title><content type='html'>Apenas mais uma de amor (Lulu Santos)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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 isso&lt;br /&gt;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 acontecer&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;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1475663562422819106-3500657563343391576?l=verdadeirosversos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://verdadeirosversos.blogspot.com/feeds/3500657563343391576/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1475663562422819106&amp;postID=3500657563343391576&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1475663562422819106/posts/default/3500657563343391576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1475663562422819106/posts/default/3500657563343391576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://verdadeirosversos.blogspot.com/2010/10/isso-hoje-caiu-como-uma-luva.html' title='Isso hoje caiu como uma luva!'/><author><name>Sura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15162922820051255419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1475663562422819106.post-9189354916175027506</id><published>2010-09-17T16:36:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-09-17T16:43:10.222-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Palavras com sentimento</title><content type='html'>É assim &lt;a href="http://inversomeu.blogspot.com/"&gt;este blog&lt;/a&gt;. Pedi permissão para colocar um pedacinho aqui. &lt;br /&gt;Pedido feito. Pedido realizado. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O tempo é fogo &lt;br /&gt;O tempo é incêndio que vai queimando as horas, os dias, os meses. O tempo é fogo se alastrando e consumindo sem piedade as histórias que encontra pela frente. Só o que fica são as cinzas. Lembranças apagadas que, aos poucos, são levadas pelo vento. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sabrina Davanzo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1475663562422819106-9189354916175027506?l=verdadeirosversos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://verdadeirosversos.blogspot.com/feeds/9189354916175027506/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1475663562422819106&amp;postID=9189354916175027506&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1475663562422819106/posts/default/9189354916175027506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1475663562422819106/posts/default/9189354916175027506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://verdadeirosversos.blogspot.com/2010/09/palavras-com-sentimento.html' title='Palavras com sentimento'/><author><name>Sura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15162922820051255419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1475663562422819106.post-2469427186360019850</id><published>2010-09-05T22:52:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2010-09-08T12:20:26.874-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Fim de semana</title><content type='html'>Passei o fim de semana em SD. Fui visitar uma amiga-querida-de-infância que fez uma cirurgia. Ela está bem mas, um pouco triste. Tenho certeza que logo tudo isso vai passar. &lt;br /&gt;Gosto de ir lá, vejo pessoas queridas e sinceras. Gente fina, elegante e sincera. &lt;br /&gt;E por tudo isso, cada vez me convenço mais que devemos viver um dia após o outro, e não deixar nunca, nada, pra amanhã.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1475663562422819106-2469427186360019850?l=verdadeirosversos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://verdadeirosversos.blogspot.com/feeds/2469427186360019850/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1475663562422819106&amp;postID=2469427186360019850&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1475663562422819106/posts/default/2469427186360019850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1475663562422819106/posts/default/2469427186360019850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://verdadeirosversos.blogspot.com/2010/09/fim-de-semana.html' title='Fim de semana'/><author><name>Sura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15162922820051255419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1475663562422819106.post-5646885677732925511</id><published>2010-08-31T20:16:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-08-31T20:19:02.317-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Coisas de São Paulo...</title><content type='html'>No aeroporto: Devido ao reposicionamento da aeronave em solo, informamos aos passageiros do vôo XXXX que o embarque será feito através do portão de número XXXX.&lt;br /&gt;Nas lojas: CPF na nota? Ou: Nota paulista?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1475663562422819106-5646885677732925511?l=verdadeirosversos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://verdadeirosversos.blogspot.com/feeds/5646885677732925511/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1475663562422819106&amp;postID=5646885677732925511&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1475663562422819106/posts/default/5646885677732925511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1475663562422819106/posts/default/5646885677732925511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://verdadeirosversos.blogspot.com/2010/08/coisas-de-sao-paulo.html' title='Coisas de São Paulo...'/><author><name>Sura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15162922820051255419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1475663562422819106.post-3648931006370851392</id><published>2010-08-15T11:47:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2010-08-15T12:00:40.559-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Música e flor</title><content type='html'>"Cantar quase sempre nos faz recordar&lt;br /&gt;Sem querer&lt;br /&gt;Um beijo, um sorriso, ou uma outra ventura qualquer&lt;br /&gt;Cantando aos acordes do meu violão&lt;br /&gt;É que mando depressa ir embora a saudade que mora no meu coração".&lt;br /&gt;(Godofredo Guedes)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mt9HTnCNxD0/TGgAeZBbM9I/AAAAAAAAAQ0/SFE0tKgyccY/s1600/P1040435.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mt9HTnCNxD0/TGgAeZBbM9I/AAAAAAAAAQ0/SFE0tKgyccY/s400/P1040435.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505651066573370322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estava no Rio e fui almoçar no &lt;a href="http://www.restaurantebarreado.com.br/"&gt;Restaurante Barreado&lt;/a&gt; com alguns amigos. Esta flor encontrei lá e achei muito linda. Perguntei o nome para os funcionários e ninguém soube me dizer. Se alguém souber e quiser me contar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.1: O cheiro da flor é de Dama da Noite.&lt;br /&gt;P.S.2: A comida é boa e o lugar é uma delícia - pra almoçar e passar a tarde.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1475663562422819106-3648931006370851392?l=verdadeirosversos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://verdadeirosversos.blogspot.com/feeds/3648931006370851392/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1475663562422819106&amp;postID=3648931006370851392&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1475663562422819106/posts/default/3648931006370851392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1475663562422819106/posts/default/3648931006370851392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://verdadeirosversos.blogspot.com/2010/08/musica-e-flor.html' title='Música e flor'/><author><name>Sura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15162922820051255419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mt9HTnCNxD0/TGgAeZBbM9I/AAAAAAAAAQ0/SFE0tKgyccY/s72-c/P1040435.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1475663562422819106.post-8203048985425952401</id><published>2010-08-06T12:28:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-08-06T12:29:01.015-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Frase do dia...</title><content type='html'>Quem fala que é herbalife é igual a milkshake é porque nunca deu uma passadinha no Bob's.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1475663562422819106-8203048985425952401?l=verdadeirosversos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://verdadeirosversos.blogspot.com/feeds/8203048985425952401/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1475663562422819106&amp;postID=8203048985425952401&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1475663562422819106/posts/default/8203048985425952401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1475663562422819106/posts/default/8203048985425952401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://verdadeirosversos.blogspot.com/2010/08/frase-do-dia.html' title='Frase do dia...'/><author><name>Sura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15162922820051255419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1475663562422819106.post-8975058841631862293</id><published>2010-07-29T12:36:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-07-29T12:37:45.408-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Tenho isso pra hoje</title><content type='html'>Amor pra recomeçar (Frejat)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu te desejo&lt;br /&gt;Não parar tão cedo&lt;br /&gt;Pois toda idade tem&lt;br /&gt;Prazer e medo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E com os que erram&lt;br /&gt;Feio e bastante&lt;br /&gt;Que você consiga&lt;br /&gt;Ser tolerante...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando você ficar triste&lt;br /&gt;Que seja por um dia&lt;br /&gt;E não o ano inteiro&lt;br /&gt;E que você descubra&lt;br /&gt;Que rir é bom&lt;br /&gt;Mas que rir de tudo&lt;br /&gt;É desespero...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Desejo!&lt;br /&gt;Que você tenha a quem amar&lt;br /&gt;E quando estiver bem cansado&lt;br /&gt;Ainda, exista amor&lt;br /&gt;Prá recomeçar&lt;br /&gt;Prá recomeçar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu te desejo muitos amigos&lt;br /&gt;Mas que em um&lt;br /&gt;Você possa confiar&lt;br /&gt;E que tenha até&lt;br /&gt;Inimigos&lt;br /&gt;Prá você não deixar&lt;br /&gt;De duvidar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando você ficar triste&lt;br /&gt;Que seja por um dia&lt;br /&gt;E não o ano inteiro&lt;br /&gt;E que você descubra&lt;br /&gt;Que rir é bom&lt;br /&gt;Mas que rir de tudo&lt;br /&gt;É desespero...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Desejo!&lt;br /&gt;Que você tenha a quem amar&lt;br /&gt;E quando estiver bem cansado&lt;br /&gt;Ainda, exista amor&lt;br /&gt;Prá recomeçar&lt;br /&gt;Prá recomeçar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu desejo!&lt;br /&gt;Que você ganhe dinheiro&lt;br /&gt;Pois é preciso&lt;br /&gt;Viver também&lt;br /&gt;E que você diga a ele&lt;br /&gt;Pelo menos uma vez&lt;br /&gt;Quem é mesmo&lt;br /&gt;O dono de quem...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Desejo!&lt;br /&gt;Que você tenha a quem amar&lt;br /&gt;E quando estiver bem cansado&lt;br /&gt;Ainda, exista amor&lt;br /&gt;Prá recomeçar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu desejo!&lt;br /&gt;Que você tenha a quem amar&lt;br /&gt;E quando estiver bem cansado&lt;br /&gt;Ainda, exista amor&lt;br /&gt;Prá recomeçar&lt;br /&gt;Prá recomeçar&lt;br /&gt;Prá recomeçar...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1475663562422819106-8975058841631862293?l=verdadeirosversos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://verdadeirosversos.blogspot.com/feeds/8975058841631862293/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1475663562422819106&amp;postID=8975058841631862293&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1475663562422819106/posts/default/8975058841631862293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1475663562422819106/posts/default/8975058841631862293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://verdadeirosversos.blogspot.com/2010/07/tenho-isso-pra-hoje.html' title='Tenho isso pra hoje'/><author><name>Sura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15162922820051255419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1475663562422819106.post-4387766396691563893</id><published>2010-06-23T20:32:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2010-06-23T20:40:18.608-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='por aí'/><title type='text'>Recanto da Macaca</title><content type='html'>Ontem foi a inauguração e eu encontrei pessoas bacanas que eu não via há muito tempo. Boas lembranças. Saudades! Vale a pena conhecer. O bar é da Virgínia, uma figura.&lt;br /&gt;O nome é este mesmo: &lt;a href="http://www.recantodamacaca.com.br"&gt;Recanto da Macaca&lt;/a&gt;, com direito a macaquinhos pintados na porta e na decoração interna.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1475663562422819106-4387766396691563893?l=verdadeirosversos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://verdadeirosversos.blogspot.com/feeds/4387766396691563893/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1475663562422819106&amp;postID=4387766396691563893&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1475663562422819106/posts/default/4387766396691563893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 341px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mt9HTnCNxD0/TB6WOMdwpJI/AAAAAAAAANI/cIy57OTjSX0/s400/mm+copa.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484986566792225938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1475663562422819106-6486461529810020522?l=verdadeirosversos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://verdadeirosversos.blogspot.com/feeds/6486461529810020522/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1475663562422819106&amp;postID=6486461529810020522&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1475663562422819106/posts/default/6486461529810020522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1475663562422819106/posts/default/6486461529810020522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://verdadeirosversos.blogspot.com/2010/06/cartoes.html' title='Copa do Mundo'/><author><name>Sura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15162922820051255419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mt9HTnCNxD0/TB6WOMdwpJI/AAAAAAAAANI/cIy57OTjSX0/s72-c/mm+copa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1475663562422819106.post-5655709659496093633</id><published>2010-06-15T14:53:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-06-15T14:56:19.145-03:00</updated><title type='text'>A gente até tenta...</title><content type='html'>...trabalhar em dia de jogo do Brasil na Copa do Mundo. &lt;br /&gt;Todos de verde e amarelo&lt;br /&gt;Carros enlouquecidos pela rua&lt;br /&gt;Lojas vazias&lt;br /&gt;Som de corneta&lt;br /&gt;Tudo pára&lt;br /&gt;Só as TV´s e os rádios funcionam...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1475663562422819106-5655709659496093633?l=verdadeirosversos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://verdadeirosversos.blogspot.com/feeds/5655709659496093633/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1475663562422819106&amp;postID=5655709659496093633&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1475663562422819106/posts/default/5655709659496093633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amo-te sem saber como, nem quando, nem onde,&lt;br /&gt;amo-te diretamente sem problemas nem orgulho:&lt;br /&gt;amo-te assim porque não sei amar de outra maneira,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a não ser deste modo em que nem eu sou nem tu és,&lt;br /&gt;tão perto que a tua mão no meu peito é minha,&lt;br /&gt;tão perto que os teus olhos se fecham com meu sono.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1475663562422819106-8187311664487456899?l=verdadeirosversos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://verdadeirosversos.blogspot.com/feeds/8187311664487456899/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1475663562422819106&amp;postID=8187311664487456899&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1475663562422819106/posts/default/8187311664487456899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1475663562422819106/posts/default/8187311664487456899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://verdadeirosversos.blogspot.com/2010/06/pablo-neruda-escreveu-assim.html' title='Pablo Neruda escreveu assim:'/><author><name>Sura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15162922820051255419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1475663562422819106.post-5285217041102449627</id><published>2010-06-06T19:56:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-06-06T19:58:28.259-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Mariscada</title><content type='html'>Amiga é assim: vc pede para trazer mariscada de Salvador e ela traz. Mariscada, pirão e farofa de dendê. Precisa de mais alguma coisa? &lt;br /&gt;Este foi o meu jantar de sexta-feira. E o almoço de sábado. &lt;br /&gt;Thanks, Crica!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1475663562422819106-5285217041102449627?l=verdadeirosversos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://verdadeirosversos.blogspot.com/feeds/5285217041102449627/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1475663562422819106&amp;postID=5285217041102449627&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1475663562422819106/posts/default/5285217041102449627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1475663562422819106/posts/default/5285217041102449627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://verdadeirosversos.blogspot.com/2010/06/mariscada.html' title='Mariscada'/><author><name>Sura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15162922820051255419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1475663562422819106.post-1031389606155905722</id><published>2010-05-25T19:29:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-05-25T19:30:51.369-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Atualizando...</title><content type='html'>Várias pessoas me mandaram esta imagem. Achei que deveria colocar aqui. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mt9HTnCNxD0/S_xPhApjsnI/AAAAAAAAAL4/0SyxDNEGtFw/s1600/amiga+que+%C3%A9+amiga...jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 337px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mt9HTnCNxD0/S_xPhApjsnI/AAAAAAAAAL4/0SyxDNEGtFw/s400/amiga+que+%C3%A9+amiga...jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475338675504263794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1475663562422819106-1031389606155905722?l=verdadeirosversos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://verdadeirosversos.blogspot.com/feeds/1031389606155905722/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1475663562422819106&amp;postID=1031389606155905722&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1475663562422819106/posts/default/1031389606155905722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1475663562422819106/posts/default/1031389606155905722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://verdadeirosversos.blogspot.com/2010/05/atualizando.html' title='Atualizando...'/><author><name>Sura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15162922820051255419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mt9HTnCNxD0/S_xPhApjsnI/AAAAAAAAAL4/0SyxDNEGtFw/s72-c/amiga+que+%C3%A9+amiga...jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1475663562422819106.post-8907365051584776041</id><published>2010-03-23T20:21:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-03-23T20:24:17.247-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Acabou a graça</title><content type='html'>Eu ainda tenho muitas fotos do Chile pra colocar aqui. Mas acabou a graça depois da notícia do terromoto. &lt;br /&gt;Visitei lugares que foram destruídos pelo terremoto. As meninas ainda estão em Santiago... a vida continua. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E às vezes eu tenho a sensação que a casa de todo o mundo está arrumada, menos a minha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1475663562422819106-8907365051584776041?l=verdadeirosversos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://verdadeirosversos.blogspot.com/feeds/8907365051584776041/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1475663562422819106&amp;postID=8907365051584776041&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1475663562422819106/posts/default/8907365051584776041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1475663562422819106/posts/default/8907365051584776041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://verdadeirosversos.blogspot.com/2010/03/acabou-graca.html' title='Acabou a graça'/><author><name>Sura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15162922820051255419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1475663562422819106.post-1404976667668060920</id><published>2010-01-16T23:26:00.006-02:00</published><updated>2010-01-16T23:46:33.281-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Pucon - Chile</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mt9HTnCNxD0/S1Jrfb1D83I/AAAAAAAAAD0/2vhQXkIZxL0/s1600-h/P1010945.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mt9HTnCNxD0/S1Jrfb1D83I/AAAAAAAAAD0/2vhQXkIZxL0/s320/P1010945.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427518688725300082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                              Prefeitura da cidade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mt9HTnCNxD0/S1JqIznBItI/AAAAAAAAADs/Jvc3Bx6_f5w/s1600-h/P1010966.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mt9HTnCNxD0/S1JqIznBItI/AAAAAAAAADs/Jvc3Bx6_f5w/s320/P1010966.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427517200460227282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                             Pôr-do-sol no lago&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mt9HTnCNxD0/S1Jn-okQpCI/AAAAAAAAADk/dZ-i4bq9MgE/s1600-h/P1010993.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mt9HTnCNxD0/S1Jn-okQpCI/AAAAAAAAADk/dZ-i4bq9MgE/s320/P1010993.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427514826673923106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       Vista da área privativa do meu quarto no hotel - Vulcão Villarrica&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1475663562422819106-1404976667668060920?l=verdadeirosversos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://verdadeirosversos.blogspot.com/feeds/1404976667668060920/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1475663562422819106&amp;postID=1404976667668060920&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1475663562422819106/posts/default/1404976667668060920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1475663562422819106/posts/default/1404976667668060920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://verdadeirosversos.blogspot.com/2010/01/pucon-chile.html' title='Pucon - Chile'/><author><name>Sura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15162922820051255419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mt9HTnCNxD0/S1Jrfb1D83I/AAAAAAAAAD0/2vhQXkIZxL0/s72-c/P1010945.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1475663562422819106.post-3913331275767086110</id><published>2010-01-10T22:06:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2010-01-10T22:08:23.235-02:00</updated><title type='text'>2010</title><content type='html'>Começo de ano é assim:&lt;br /&gt;rever amigos&lt;br /&gt;promessas&lt;br /&gt;limpar gavetas&lt;br /&gt;desocupar mesas&lt;br /&gt;colocar coisas em ordem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feliz ano novo!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1475663562422819106-3913331275767086110?l=verdadeirosversos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://verdadeirosversos.blogspot.com/feeds/3913331275767086110/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1475663562422819106&amp;postID=3913331275767086110&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1475663562422819106/posts/default/3913331275767086110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1475663562422819106/posts/default/3913331275767086110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://verdadeirosversos.blogspot.com/2010/01/2010.html' title='2010'/><author><name>Sura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15162922820051255419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1475663562422819106.post-8893416396366976338</id><published>2009-12-09T23:16:00.008-02:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T22:30:54.620-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Fotos de Santiago do Chile</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mt9HTnCNxD0/SyGQF0SglJI/AAAAAAAAADc/cH1QQv3YVEE/s1600-h/P1010618.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mt9HTnCNxD0/SyGQF0SglJI/AAAAAAAAADc/cH1QQv3YVEE/s320/P1010618.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413766656686068882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Troca de Guarda no Palácio La Moneda&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mt9HTnCNxD0/SyBRE6Wjr0I/AAAAAAAAADU/Mdvm6PfG3Eg/s1600-h/P1010526.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mt9HTnCNxD0/SyBRE6Wjr0I/AAAAAAAAADU/Mdvm6PfG3Eg/s320/P1010526.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413415896924532546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pôr-do-sol refletindo na Cordilheira dos Andes, ainda com neve&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mt9HTnCNxD0/SyBNSlQ6WNI/AAAAAAAAADE/0l93fTewWtA/s1600-h/P1010436.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mt9HTnCNxD0/SyBNSlQ6WNI/AAAAAAAAADE/0l93fTewWtA/s320/P1010436.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413411733735364818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Santiago - vista do Cerro de Santa Lucia&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1475663562422819106-8893416396366976338?l=verdadeirosversos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://verdadeirosversos.blogspot.com/feeds/8893416396366976338/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1475663562422819106&amp;postID=8893416396366976338&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1475663562422819106/posts/default/8893416396366976338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1475663562422819106/posts/default/8893416396366976338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://verdadeirosversos.blogspot.com/2009/12/fotos-de-santiago-do-chile.html' title='Fotos de Santiago do Chile'/><author><name>Sura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15162922820051255419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mt9HTnCNxD0/SyGQF0SglJI/AAAAAAAAADc/cH1QQv3YVEE/s72-c/P1010618.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1475663562422819106.post-988941726118765196</id><published>2009-12-05T03:24:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2009-12-05T03:26:37.956-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Madrugada</title><content type='html'>Uma das coisas que aprendi é que se deve viver apesar de. Apesar de, se deve comer. Apesar de, se deve amar. Apesar de, se deve morrer. Inclusive muitas vezes é o próprio apesar de que nos empurra para a frente. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clarice Lispector&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1475663562422819106-988941726118765196?l=verdadeirosversos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://verdadeirosversos.blogspot.com/feeds/988941726118765196/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1475663562422819106&amp;postID=988941726118765196&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1475663562422819106/posts/default/988941726118765196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1475663562422819106/posts/default/988941726118765196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://verdadeirosversos.blogspot.com/2009/12/madrugada.html' title='Madrugada'/><author><name>Sura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15162922820051255419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1475663562422819106.post-3112927178371523735</id><published>2009-11-18T12:25:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2009-11-18T12:26:45.350-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Ganhei do André</title><content type='html'>Eu quis te conhecer, mas tenho que aceitar&lt;br /&gt;Caberá ao nosso amor o eterno ou o não dá&lt;br /&gt;Pode ser cruel a eternidade&lt;br /&gt;Eu ando em frente por sentir vontade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu quis te convencer, mas chega de insistir&lt;br /&gt;Caberá ao nosso amor o que há de vir&lt;br /&gt;Pode ser a eternidade má&lt;br /&gt;Caminho em frente pra sentir saudade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Janta - Marcelo Camelo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1475663562422819106-3112927178371523735?l=verdadeirosversos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://verdadeirosversos.blogspot.com/feeds/3112927178371523735/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1475663562422819106&amp;postID=3112927178371523735&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1475663562422819106/posts/default/3112927178371523735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1475663562422819106/posts/default/3112927178371523735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://verdadeirosversos.blogspot.com/2009/11/ganhei-do-andre.html' title='Ganhei do André'/><author><name>Sura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15162922820051255419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1475663562422819106.post-5558947985339813036</id><published>2009-11-01T12:17:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T12:19:14.347-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Quem vai dizer tchau?</title><content type='html'>"A gente não percebe o amor&lt;br /&gt;Que se perde aos poucos sem virar carinho.&lt;br /&gt;Guardar lá dentro amor não impede,&lt;br /&gt;Que ele empedre mesmo crendo-se infinito.&lt;br /&gt;Tornar o amor real é expulsá-lo de você,&lt;br /&gt;Prá que ele possa ser de alguém!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nando Reis&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1475663562422819106-5558947985339813036?l=verdadeirosversos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://verdadeirosversos.blogspot.com/feeds/5558947985339813036/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1475663562422819106&amp;postID=5558947985339813036&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1475663562422819106/posts/default/5558947985339813036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1475663562422819106/posts/default/5558947985339813036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://verdadeirosversos.blogspot.com/2009/11/quem-vai-dizer-tchau.html' title='Quem vai dizer tchau?'/><author><name>Sura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15162922820051255419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1475663562422819106.post-45167412481067058</id><published>2009-10-27T23:02:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2009-10-27T23:15:55.739-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Novela ou vida real?</title><content type='html'>Às vezes queria viver a vida como na novela. Passear num lugar bacana e encontrar um fotógrafo mais bacana ainda, rs rssss. Aí penso no meu scrapbook. Não precisaria nem me esforçar pra fazer uma boa foto. O fotógrafo bacana faria isso por mim. &lt;br /&gt;Mas a minha realidade é outra. Vivo a vida de outra forma, nem mais nem menos bacana. Falta-me o fotógrafo, literalmente. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Essa introdução foi pra contar que na minha vida real, eu tive o prazer de 'encontrar' outro dia, o homem real que interpreta o fotógrafo bacana nessa novelinha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Viver a vida real. Às vezes é bem melhor!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1475663562422819106-45167412481067058?l=verdadeirosversos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://verdadeirosversos.blogspot.com/feeds/45167412481067058/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1475663562422819106&amp;postID=45167412481067058&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1475663562422819106/posts/default/45167412481067058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1475663562422819106/posts/default/45167412481067058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://verdadeirosversos.blogspot.com/2009/10/novela-ou-vida-real.html' title='Novela ou vida real?'/><author><name>Sura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15162922820051255419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1475663562422819106.post-2462160065873221595</id><published>2009-10-16T18:36:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-10-16T19:05:40.740-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Maria Gadu</title><content type='html'>Presente pra quem ainda não conhece!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ph-pLZEVWGs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_m8ioncgLns&amp;feature=related&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Copie e cole os links no seu navegador. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1475663562422819106-2462160065873221595?l=verdadeirosversos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://verdadeirosversos.blogspot.com/feeds/2462160065873221595/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1475663562422819106&amp;postID=2462160065873221595&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1475663562422819106/posts/default/2462160065873221595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1475663562422819106/posts/default/2462160065873221595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://verdadeirosversos.blogspot.com/2009/10/maria-gadu.html' title='Maria Gadu'/><author><name>Sura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15162922820051255419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1475663562422819106.post-3439564863000845222</id><published>2009-10-06T16:15:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-10-06T16:18:10.876-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Últimas</title><content type='html'>31. Independentemente se a situação é boa ou ruim, irá mudar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. Não se leve tão a sério. Ninguém mais leva…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. Acredite em milagres.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. Deus te ama por causa de quem Deus é, não pelo o que você fez ou deixou de fazer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. Não faça auditoria de sua vida. Apareça e faça o melhor dela agora.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. Envelhecer é melhor do que a alternativa: morrer jovem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. Seus filhos só têm uma infância.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. Tudo o que realmente importa no final é que você amou.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39. Vá para a rua todo dia. Milagres estão o (a) esperando em todos os lugares.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40. Se todos jogássemos nossos problemas em uma pilha e víssemos os de todo mundo, pegaríamos os nossos de volta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41. Inveja é perda de tempo. Você já tem tudo o que precisa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42. O melhor está por vir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43. Não importa como você se sinta, levante, se vista e apareça.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;44. Produza.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;45. A vida não vem embrulhada com um laço colorido, mas ainda é um presente.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1475663562422819106-3439564863000845222?l=verdadeirosversos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://verdadeirosversos.blogspot.com/feeds/3439564863000845222/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1475663562422819106&amp;postID=3439564863000845222&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1475663562422819106/posts/default/3439564863000845222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1475663562422819106/posts/default/3439564863000845222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://verdadeirosversos.blogspot.com/2009/10/ultimas.html' title='Últimas'/><author><name>Sura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15162922820051255419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1475663562422819106.post-4784453941122443922</id><published>2009-10-01T00:17:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T00:25:38.742-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Nextel</title><content type='html'>"Eu quero muito mais que um celular."&lt;br /&gt;Esta é a primeira frase falada no comercial da Nextel. Acabou de passar na TV. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu tb quero isso. Quer dizer, nem preciso de tudo isso. Quero um celular decente e uma operadora que realmente tenha a cobertura que normalmente ela fala que tem. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No final de semana fui pra um lugar que meu celular não funcionou... e olha que a operadora que eu uso tá falando na TV que ela tem a maior cobertura. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É por essas e outras que eu adoro meu Nextel.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1475663562422819106-4784453941122443922?l=verdadeirosversos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://verdadeirosversos.blogspot.com/feeds/4784453941122443922/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1475663562422819106&amp;postID=4784453941122443922&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1475663562422819106/posts/default/4784453941122443922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1475663562422819106/posts/default/4784453941122443922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://verdadeirosversos.blogspot.com/2009/10/nextel.html' title='Nextel'/><author><name>Sura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15162922820051255419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1475663562422819106.post-7178436859780934790</id><published>2009-09-24T11:05:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-09-24T11:08:05.472-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Mais 10</title><content type='html'>21. Acenda velas, coloque os lençóis bonitos, use a lingerie elegante.&lt;br /&gt;Não guarde para uma ocasião especial. Hoje é especial.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Se prepare bastante, depois deixe-se levar pela maré.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Seja excêntrico agora, não espere ficar velho para usar roxo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. O órgão sexual mais importante é o cérebro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. Ninguém é responsável pela sua felicidade além de você.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. Encare cada “chamado” desastre com essas palavras: Em cinco anos,vai importar?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. Sempre escolha a vida!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. Perdoe tudo de todos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. O que outras pessoas pensam de você não é da sua conta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. O tempo cura quase tudo. Dê tempo ao tempo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1475663562422819106-7178436859780934790?l=verdadeirosversos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://verdadeirosversos.blogspot.com/feeds/7178436859780934790/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1475663562422819106&amp;postID=7178436859780934790&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1475663562422819106/posts/default/7178436859780934790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1475663562422819106/posts/default/7178436859780934790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://verdadeirosversos.blogspot.com/2009/09/mais-10.html' title='Mais 10'/><author><name>Sura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15162922820051255419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1475663562422819106.post-7967691192299763596</id><published>2009-09-16T10:48:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T10:51:33.789-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Elogio</title><content type='html'>Semana passada recebi um elogio de uma pessoa que eu nunca vi. Ela trabalha no banco e ao me ligar para confirmar a emissão de um cheque ela disse: vc me desculpa mas eu tenho que te dizer, sua letra é linda. Cada vez que pego um cheque seu, fico admirando cada palavra. Eu agradeci. &lt;br /&gt;E isso confirma o que eu sempre digo: gentileza e porrada vem de onde a gente menos espera.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1475663562422819106-7967691192299763596?l=verdadeirosversos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://verdadeirosversos.blogspot.com/feeds/7967691192299763596/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1475663562422819106&amp;postID=7967691192299763596&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1475663562422819106/posts/default/7967691192299763596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1475663562422819106/posts/default/7967691192299763596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://verdadeirosversos.blogspot.com/2009/09/elogio.html' title='Elogio'/><author><name>Sura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15162922820051255419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1475663562422819106.post-165252952143218277</id><published>2009-09-15T17:20:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T17:22:57.623-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Mais 5.</title><content type='html'>16. Respire bem fundo. Isso acalma a mente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Se desfaça de tudo que não é útil, bonito e prazeiroso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. O que não te mata, realmente te torna mais forte.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Nunca é tarde demais para se ter uma infância feliz. Mas a segunda só depende de você e mais ninguém.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Quando se trata de ir atrás do que você ama na vida, não aceite não como resposta.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1475663562422819106-165252952143218277?l=verdadeirosversos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://verdadeirosversos.blogspot.com/feeds/165252952143218277/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1475663562422819106&amp;postID=165252952143218277&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1475663562422819106/posts/default/165252952143218277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1475663562422819106/posts/default/165252952143218277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://verdadeirosversos.blogspot.com/2009/09/mais-5.html' title='Mais 5.'/><author><name>Sura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15162922820051255419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1475663562422819106.post-4539801772325655679</id><published>2009-09-14T16:57:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T17:06:28.873-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Pra compensar!</title><content type='html'>Tá, eu sei que sumi. Tanta coisa a fazer e tão pouco tempo. Pra compensar, vai até o 15. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. A vida é muito curta para perdermos tempo odiando alguém.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Seu trabalho não vai cuidar de você quando você adoecer. Seus amigos e seus pais vão. Mantenha contato.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Pague suas faturas de cartão de crédito todo mês.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Você não tem que vencer todo argumento. Concorde para discordar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Chore com alguém. É mais curador do que chorar sozinho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Está tudo bem em ficar bravo com Deus. Ele aguenta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Poupe para aposentadoria começando com seu primeiro salário.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Quando se trata de chocolate, resistência é em vão.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Sele a paz com seu passado para que ele não estrague seu presente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Está tudo bem em seus filhos te verem chorar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Não compare sua vida com a dos outros. Você não tem ideia do que se trata a jornada deles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Se um relacionamento tem que ser um segredo, você não deveria estar nele.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Tudo pode mudar num piscar de olhos; mas não se preocupe, Deus nunca pisca.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1475663562422819106-4539801772325655679?l=verdadeirosversos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://verdadeirosversos.blogspot.com/feeds/4539801772325655679/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1475663562422819106&amp;postID=4539801772325655679&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1475663562422819106/posts/default/4539801772325655679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1475663562422819106/posts/default/4539801772325655679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://verdadeirosversos.blogspot.com/2009/09/pra-compensar.html' title='Pra compensar!'/><author><name>Sura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15162922820051255419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1475663562422819106.post-1740864099988861267</id><published>2009-08-26T20:24:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T20:25:53.877-03:00</updated><title type='text'>2</title><content type='html'>2. Quando estiver em dúvida, apenas dê o próximo pequeno passo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1475663562422819106-1740864099988861267?l=verdadeirosversos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://verdadeirosversos.blogspot.com/feeds/1740864099988861267/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1475663562422819106&amp;postID=1740864099988861267&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1475663562422819106/posts/default/1740864099988861267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1475663562422819106/posts/default/1740864099988861267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://verdadeirosversos.blogspot.com/2009/08/2.html' title='2'/><author><name>Sura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15162922820051255419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1475663562422819106.post-5971989411857984759</id><published>2009-08-25T11:10:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T11:55:01.910-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Parece autoajuda</title><content type='html'>Hoje pela manhã ouvi um texto que caiu bem naquele momento. Procurei na internet pra colocar aqui.&lt;br /&gt;Vou colocar em doses homeopáticas pra que dê tempo de refletir, certo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"&gt;&lt;meta name="ProgId" content="Word.Document"&gt;&lt;meta name="Generator" content="Microsoft Word 11"&gt;&lt;meta name="Originator" content="Microsoft Word 11"&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:worddocument&gt;   &lt;w:view&gt;Normal&lt;/w:View&gt;   &lt;w:zoom&gt;0&lt;/w:Zoom&gt;   &lt;w:hyphenationzone&gt;21&lt;/w:HyphenationZone&gt;   &lt;w:punctuationkerning/&gt;   &lt;w:validateagainstschemas/&gt;   &lt;w:saveifxmlinvalid&gt;false&lt;/w:SaveIfXMLInvalid&gt;   &lt;w:ignoremixedcontent&gt;false&lt;/w:IgnoreMixedContent&gt;   &lt;w:alwaysshowplaceholdertext&gt;false&lt;/w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText&gt;   &lt;w:compatibility&gt;    &lt;w:breakwrappedtables/&gt;    &lt;w:snaptogridincell/&gt;    &lt;w:wraptextwithpunct/&gt;    &lt;w:useasianbreakrules/&gt;    &lt;w:dontgrowautofit/&gt;   &lt;/w:Compatibility&gt;   &lt;w:browserlevel&gt;MicrosoftInternetExplorer4&lt;/w:BrowserLevel&gt;  &lt;/w:WordDocument&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:latentstyles deflockedstate="false" latentstylecount="156"&gt;  &lt;/w:LatentStyles&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;style&gt; &lt;!--  /* Style Definitions */  p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal 	{mso-style-parent:""; 	margin:0cm; 	margin-bottom:.0001pt; 	mso-pagination:widow-orphan; 	font-size:12.0pt; 	font-family:"Times New Roman"; 	mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";} p 	{mso-margin-top-alt:auto; 	margin-right:0cm; 	mso-margin-bottom-alt:auto; 	margin-left:0cm; 	mso-pagination:widow-orphan; 	font-size:12.0pt; 	font-family:"Times New Roman"; 	mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";} @page Section1 	{size:612.0pt 792.0pt; 	margin:70.85pt 3.0cm 70.85pt 3.0cm; 	mso-header-margin:36.0pt; 	mso-footer-margin:36.0pt; 	mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1 	{page:Section1;} --&gt; &lt;/style&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 10]&gt; &lt;style&gt;  /* Style Definitions */  table.MsoNormalTable 	{mso-style-name:"Tabela normal"; 	mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0; 	mso-tstyle-colband-size:0; 	mso-style-noshow:yes; 	mso-style-parent:""; 	mso-padding-alt:0cm 5.4pt 0cm 5.4pt; 	mso-para-margin:0cm; 	mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt; 	mso-pagination:widow-orphan; 	font-size:10.0pt; 	font-family:"Times New Roman"; 	mso-ansi-language:#0400; 	mso-fareast-language:#0400; 	mso-bidi-language:#0400;} &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;ESCRITO POR REGINA BRETT, JORNALISTA, 90 ANOS, CLEAVELAND, OHIO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Para celebrar o envelhecer, uma vez eu escrevi 45 lições que a vida em ensinou. 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display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mt9HTnCNxD0/SosGg4tYp-I/AAAAAAAAAC8/pUkIrD2PkBI/s320/atila.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371394142617774050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Átila. É o nome dele.&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/1475663562422819106-5251342202671945362?l=verdadeirosversos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://verdadeirosversos.blogspot.com/feeds/5251342202671945362/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1475663562422819106&amp;postID=5251342202671945362&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1475663562422819106/posts/default/5251342202671945362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1475663562422819106/posts/default/5251342202671945362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://verdadeirosversos.blogspot.com/2009/08/fofo-fofo-fofo.html' title='Fofo, fofo, fofo!'/><author><name>Sura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15162922820051255419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mt9HTnCNxD0/SosGg4tYp-I/AAAAAAAAAC8/pUkIrD2PkBI/s72-c/atila.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1475663562422819106.post-6335392128608709158</id><published>2009-08-06T19:24:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T19:27:44.616-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Original... e simpático.</title><content type='html'>E-mail recebido ontem do &lt;a href="http://www.bottegapagani.blogspot.com"&gt;Murilo&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:bookman old style, new york, times, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Caros  Amigos,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:bookman old style, new york, times, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Eu poderia  “estar passando” aqueles horríveis e-mails alertando sobre  vírus.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:bookman old style, new york, times, serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:bookman old style, new york, times, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:bookman old style, new york, times, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Eu  poderia “estar dando” lição de bem viver em PPSs melosos com música do Charles  Chaplin ao piano de Richard Clayderman.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:bookman old style, new york, times, serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:bookman old style, new york, times, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:bookman old style, new york, times, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Eu  poderia  “estar incluindo” vocês numa  corrente que terminaria com ameaças  psicopatas de maldição até a sua enésima geração.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:bookman old style, new york, times, serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:bookman old style, new york, times, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:bookman old style, new york, times, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mas  não, eu estou aqui solicitando que se alguém tiver notícia de um estúdio, ou  pequeno apartamento para alugar me avise. Algo modesto, mas com espaço para  ampla mesa de trabalho e estantes para meus livros. De fácil acesso para alunos  e amigos nas proximidades da Avenida do Contorno  evitando a região central onde  estão o Elevado Castelo Branco, o ViadutoSarah Kubitschek, o Viaduto Hansen  Araujo e o Viaduto Leste. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:bookman old style, new york, times, serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:bookman old style, new york, times, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:bookman old style, new york, times, serif;"&gt;Pretendo mudar meu local de  trabalho e levar junto meu travesseiro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:bookman old style, new york, times, serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:bookman old style, new york, times, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:bookman old style, new york, times, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Qualquer informação será de  grande auxílio e ninguém será acossado pelas sete pragas do Egito se não puder  colaborar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:bookman old style, new york, times, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Um grande  e  fraterno abraço,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Bookman Old Style;"&gt;Murilo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:bookman old style, new york, times, serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:bookman old style, new york, times, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:bookman old style, new york, times, serif;"&gt;P.S.  No final do filme “A  Festa de Babett” ( Gabriel Axel, 1987) ela, Babett, justifica seu gesto e toda a  história dizendo o seguinte:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:bookman old style, new york, times, serif;"&gt;“- No fundo do  peito de todo artista só há um clamor: Deixem-me fazer o meu trabalho.”&lt;br /&gt;E  viva Isak Dinesen!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pra quem conhece, esse email é a cara dele! E se alguém souber de algo, é só avisar.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1475663562422819106-6335392128608709158?l=verdadeirosversos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://verdadeirosversos.blogspot.com/feeds/6335392128608709158/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1475663562422819106&amp;postID=6335392128608709158&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1475663562422819106/posts/default/6335392128608709158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1475663562422819106/posts/default/6335392128608709158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://verdadeirosversos.blogspot.com/2009/08/original-e-simpatico.html' title='Original... e simpático.'/><author><name>Sura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15162922820051255419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1475663562422819106.post-5302710476118932932</id><published>2009-07-29T09:50:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T09:50:38.445-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Lindo</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;“Caso você queira posso passar seu terno, aquele que você não usa por estar amarrotado.&lt;br /&gt;Costuro as suas meias para o longo inverno…&lt;br /&gt;Use capa de chuva, não quero ter você molhado.&lt;br /&gt;Se de noite fizer aquele tão esperado frio poderei cobrir-lhe com o meu corpo inteiro.&lt;br /&gt;E verás como a minha pele de algodão macio, agora quente, será fresca quando janeiro.&lt;br /&gt;Nos meses de outono eu varro a sua varanda, para deitarmos debaixo de todos os planetas.&lt;br /&gt;O meu cheiro te acolherá com toques de lavanda - Em mim há outras mulheres e algumas ninfetas - Depois plantarei para ti margaridas da primavera e aí no meu corpo somente você e leves vestidos, para serem tirados pelo total desejo de quimera.&lt;br /&gt;Os meus desejos irei ver nos teus olhos refletidos.&lt;br /&gt;Mas quando for a hora de me calar e ir embora sei que, sofrendo, deixarei você longe de mim.&lt;br /&gt;Não me envergonharia de pedir ao seu amor esmola, mas não quero que o meu verão resseque o seu jardim.&lt;br /&gt;(Nem vou deixar - mesmo querendo - nenhuma fotografia. Só o frio, os planetas, as ninfetas e toda a minha poesia)”&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Fernanda Young&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1475663562422819106-5302710476118932932?l=verdadeirosversos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://verdadeirosversos.blogspot.com/feeds/5302710476118932932/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1475663562422819106&amp;postID=5302710476118932932&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1475663562422819106/posts/default/5302710476118932932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1475663562422819106/posts/default/5302710476118932932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://verdadeirosversos.blogspot.com/2009/07/lindo_29.html' title='Lindo'/><author><name>Sura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15162922820051255419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1475663562422819106.post-7588731103187065968</id><published>2009-07-28T19:35:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T19:36:42.982-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Inverno? Aonde?</title><content type='html'>Em BH tá o maior calor desde a semana passada! Pela manhã, os termômetros marcam 28ºC.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1475663562422819106-7588731103187065968?l=verdadeirosversos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://verdadeirosversos.blogspot.com/feeds/7588731103187065968/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1475663562422819106&amp;postID=7588731103187065968&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1475663562422819106/posts/default/7588731103187065968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1475663562422819106/posts/default/7588731103187065968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://verdadeirosversos.blogspot.com/2009/07/inverno-aonde.html' title='Inverno? Aonde?'/><author><name>Sura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15162922820051255419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1475663562422819106.post-4515675991257237863</id><published>2009-07-24T17:22:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T17:26:05.331-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Conversa do almoço</title><content type='html'>Conclusão do F.C. a respeito de um certo jogador que posou nu para uma certa revista:&lt;br /&gt;Aquilo é a visão do inferno!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1475663562422819106-4515675991257237863?l=verdadeirosversos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://verdadeirosversos.blogspot.com/feeds/4515675991257237863/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1475663562422819106&amp;postID=4515675991257237863&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1475663562422819106/posts/default/4515675991257237863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1475663562422819106/posts/default/4515675991257237863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://verdadeirosversos.blogspot.com/2009/07/conversa-do-almoco.html' title='Conversa do almoço'/><author><name>Sura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15162922820051255419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1475663562422819106.post-8717094218374006578</id><published>2009-07-23T19:50:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T19:54:23.197-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Nando Reis</title><content type='html'>Eu adoro. E há quase 1 hora estou ouvindo um especial dele numa rádio pela internet.&lt;br /&gt;"Estranho seria se eu não me apaixonasse por vc..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mpbfm.com.br/"&gt;Rádio MPBFm&lt;/a&gt; - só pra quem gosta.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1475663562422819106-8717094218374006578?l=verdadeirosversos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://verdadeirosversos.blogspot.com/feeds/8717094218374006578/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1475663562422819106&amp;postID=8717094218374006578&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1475663562422819106/posts/default/8717094218374006578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1475663562422819106/posts/default/8717094218374006578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://verdadeirosversos.blogspot.com/2009/07/nando-reis.html' title='Nando Reis'/><author><name>Sura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15162922820051255419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1475663562422819106.post-7915666532438516189</id><published>2009-07-20T12:28:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T12:29:11.996-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Aos amigos</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Tenho amigos que não sabem o&lt;br /&gt;quanto são meus amigos.&lt;br /&gt;Não percebem o  amor que lhes&lt;br /&gt;devoto e a absoluta&lt;br /&gt;necessidade que tenho deles.&lt;br /&gt;A  amizade é um sentimento mais&lt;br /&gt;nobre do que o amor,&lt;br /&gt;eis que permite que o  objeto dela&lt;br /&gt;se divida em outros afetos,&lt;br /&gt;enquanto o amor tem intrínseco o  ciúme,&lt;br /&gt;que não admite a rivalidade.&lt;br /&gt;E eu poderia suportar,&lt;br /&gt;embora não  sem dor,&lt;br /&gt;que tivessem morrido todos os&lt;br /&gt;meus amores, mas  enlouqueceria&lt;br /&gt;se morressem todos os meus amigos!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Até mesmo aqueles que não percebem&lt;br /&gt;o quanto são meus amigos e o  quanto&lt;br /&gt;minha vida depende de suas existências ….&lt;br /&gt;A alguns deles não  procuro, basta-me&lt;br /&gt;saber que eles existem.&lt;br /&gt;Esta mera condição me encoraja a  seguir&lt;br /&gt;em frente pela vida.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Mas, porque não os procuro com&lt;br /&gt;assiduidade, não posso lhes dizer  o&lt;br /&gt;quanto gosto deles.&lt;br /&gt;Eles não iriam acreditar.&lt;br /&gt;Muitos deles estão  lendo esta crônica&lt;br /&gt;e não sabem que estão incluídos na&lt;br /&gt;sagrada relação de  meus amigos.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Mas é delicioso que eu saiba e sinta&lt;br /&gt;que os adoro, embora não declare  e&lt;br /&gt;não os procure.&lt;br /&gt;E às vezes, quando os procuro,&lt;br /&gt;noto que eles não  tem&lt;br /&gt;noção de como me são necessários,&lt;br /&gt;de como são indispensáveis&lt;br /&gt;ao meu  equilíbrio vital,&lt;br /&gt;porque eles fazem parte&lt;br /&gt;do mundo que eu,  tremulamente,&lt;br /&gt;construí e se tornaram alicerces do&lt;br /&gt;meu encanto pela  vida.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Se um deles morrer,&lt;br /&gt;eu ficarei torto para um lado.&lt;br /&gt;Se todos eles  morrerem, eu desabo!&lt;br /&gt;Por isso é que, sem que eles saibam,&lt;br /&gt;eu rezo pela  vida deles.&lt;br /&gt;E me envergonho,&lt;br /&gt;porque essa minha prece é,&lt;br /&gt;em síntese,  dirigida ao meu bem estar.&lt;br /&gt;Ela é, talvez, fruto do meu egoísmo.&lt;br /&gt;Por vezes,  mergulho em pensamentos&lt;br /&gt;sobre alguns deles.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Quando viajo e fico diante de&lt;br /&gt;lugares maravilhosos, cai-me  alguma&lt;br /&gt;lágrima por não estarem junto de mim,&lt;br /&gt;compartilhando daquele prazer  …&lt;br /&gt;Se alguma coisa me consome&lt;br /&gt;e me envelhece é que a&lt;br /&gt;roda furiosa da  vida não me permite&lt;br /&gt;ter sempre ao meu lado, morando&lt;br /&gt;comigo, andando  comigo,&lt;br /&gt;falando comigo, vivendo comigo,&lt;br /&gt;todos os meus amigos,  e,&lt;br /&gt;principalmente os que só desconfiam&lt;br /&gt;ou talvez nunca vão saber&lt;br /&gt;que  são meus amigos!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;A gente não faz amigos, reconhece-os. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;(Vinícius de Moraes)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;!--adcode--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1475663562422819106-7915666532438516189?l=verdadeirosversos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://verdadeirosversos.blogspot.com/feeds/7915666532438516189/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1475663562422819106&amp;postID=7915666532438516189&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1475663562422819106/posts/default/7915666532438516189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1475663562422819106/posts/default/7915666532438516189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://verdadeirosversos.blogspot.com/2009/07/aos-amigos.html' title='Aos amigos'/><author><name>Sura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15162922820051255419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1475663562422819106.post-3850408303835543505</id><published>2009-07-17T19:14:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-17T19:18:11.687-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Fechando a sexta-feira</title><content type='html'>Frase enviada pelo André Carvalho:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;¨Não mate todos os demônios que há dentro de mim, pois você poderá matar alguns anjos também¨.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Comentário dele: Vi esta frase em um filme. Achei super real, pois não vivemos sem positivo e negativo, sem  o bem e o mal, sem a alegria e a tristeza, e acho que anjos e demônios fazem parte desta correlação.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tks, André!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quer colaborar também? Mande um email pra mim.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1475663562422819106-3850408303835543505?l=verdadeirosversos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://verdadeirosversos.blogspot.com/feeds/3850408303835543505/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1475663562422819106&amp;postID=3850408303835543505&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1475663562422819106/posts/default/3850408303835543505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1475663562422819106/posts/default/3850408303835543505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://verdadeirosversos.blogspot.com/2009/07/fechando-sexta-feira.html' title='Fechando a sexta-feira'/><author><name>Sura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15162922820051255419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1475663562422819106.post-3585295482138493164</id><published>2009-07-16T17:01:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T19:35:50.675-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Ganhei um selinho</title><content type='html'>No meio de tanta notícia triste, tenho 2 boas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) O exame da minha mãe foi ótimo e ela está bem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Ganhei um selinho da &lt;a href="http://trocandoideiajf.blogspot.com/"&gt;Vanessa&lt;/a&gt;, que é uma fofa. Passem no blog dela pra uma visita. Ela faz scrapbook como eu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359188399284674994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 160px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mt9HTnCNxD0/Sl-pdHfB4bI/AAAAAAAAACQ/HksjVR8AeGs/s320/SELINHO_2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As regras do selinho são essas:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1-Fazer referência ao selo e publicá-lo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2-Divulgar as regras&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3-Partilhar cinco coisas que gostamos de fazer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4-Indicar 10 blogs a quem se envia o selo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5-Informar cada um dos blogs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Vou quebrar as regras 4 e 5. E aí estão 5 coisas que gosto de fazer. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Viajar &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ir à shows&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Assistir TV&lt;/p&gt;Comer feijoada&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estar com meus amigos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1475663562422819106-3585295482138493164?l=verdadeirosversos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://verdadeirosversos.blogspot.com/feeds/3585295482138493164/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1475663562422819106&amp;postID=3585295482138493164&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1475663562422819106/posts/default/3585295482138493164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1475663562422819106/posts/default/3585295482138493164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://verdadeirosversos.blogspot.com/2009/07/ganhei-um-selinho.html' title='Ganhei um selinho'/><author><name>Sura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15162922820051255419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mt9HTnCNxD0/Sl-pdHfB4bI/AAAAAAAAACQ/HksjVR8AeGs/s72-c/SELINHO_2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1475663562422819106.post-4170803809973063436</id><published>2009-07-08T22:34:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T22:53:15.708-03:00</updated><title type='text'>CdB Rio</title><content type='html'>A festa da Saideira foi no Centro Cultural Carioca. A rua, uma pequena rua do Rio antigo, foi fechada, o que deu um certo charme ao local.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fiz uma breve volta ao passado. Eu me senti no Palmirense. E na janela fiquei por alguns muitos minutos, olhando a festa lá embaixo e lembrando de como ficava a rua. A janela era a pausa para o descanso do baile e para espiar quem estava chegando. E às vezes, a noite quase que inteira era passada na janela, esperando sempre por alguém que não vinha.&lt;br /&gt;O piso é de madeira, e balança... exatamente como era. A escada, idem. Cheguei a ver o C.R. na escada, brincando Carnaval, e as suas havaianas guardadas no cantinho, rs. Adoraria ver este lugar cheio de confete e serpentina!&lt;br /&gt;Lembrança de tempos bons, muito bons. Muito bem aproveitados. E que jamais voltarão.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O baile da Saideira acabou, descemos a escadaria e as pessoas já desmontavam a festa, que foi breve, sem muito glamour mas com direito a uma orquestra Tio Samba, que foi bem legal. Primeiro lugar? Academia da Cachaça. Tive a impressão que as pessoas não gostaram nada nada disso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Passado se mistura com presente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A vida é uma caixinha de surpresas. Surpresas, ora boas, ora ruins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356270930877077138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mt9HTnCNxD0/SlVMCGut1pI/AAAAAAAAACA/PpvNL9AY1D8/s320/diversos+038.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Só sei que o mundo vai de lá pra cá&lt;br /&gt;Andando por ali&lt;br /&gt;Por acolá&lt;br /&gt;Querendo ver o sol que não chega&lt;br /&gt;Querendo ter alguém que não vem.&lt;br /&gt;(Vanessa da Mata - Onde ir)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1475663562422819106-4170803809973063436?l=verdadeirosversos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://verdadeirosversos.blogspot.com/feeds/4170803809973063436/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1475663562422819106&amp;postID=4170803809973063436&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1475663562422819106/posts/default/4170803809973063436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1475663562422819106/posts/default/4170803809973063436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://verdadeirosversos.blogspot.com/2009/07/cdb-rio.html' title='CdB Rio'/><author><name>Sura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15162922820051255419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mt9HTnCNxD0/SlVMCGut1pI/AAAAAAAAACA/PpvNL9AY1D8/s72-c/diversos+038.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1475663562422819106.post-6743862981636489096</id><published>2009-07-02T23:15:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-02T23:15:53.151-03:00</updated><title type='text'>7 anos</title><content type='html'>Tem hora que dá saudade, sabia?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1475663562422819106-6743862981636489096?l=verdadeirosversos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://verdadeirosversos.blogspot.com/feeds/6743862981636489096/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1475663562422819106&amp;postID=6743862981636489096&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1475663562422819106/posts/default/6743862981636489096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1475663562422819106/posts/default/6743862981636489096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://verdadeirosversos.blogspot.com/2009/07/7-anos.html' title='7 anos'/><author><name>Sura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15162922820051255419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1475663562422819106.post-6227304654424870502</id><published>2009-07-02T23:10:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-02T23:13:43.350-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Petrópolis</title><content type='html'>Quase sempre tem neblina na Serra. É lindo. Fico pensando numa casinha no alto, com muita neblina em volta. E lá dentro, beeeeemmmmm quentinho!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1475663562422819106-6227304654424870502?l=verdadeirosversos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://verdadeirosversos.blogspot.com/feeds/6227304654424870502/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1475663562422819106&amp;postID=6227304654424870502&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1475663562422819106/posts/default/6227304654424870502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1475663562422819106/posts/default/6227304654424870502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://verdadeirosversos.blogspot.com/2009/07/petropolis.html' title='Petrópolis'/><author><name>Sura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15162922820051255419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1475663562422819106.post-4106235325441098555</id><published>2009-06-26T11:10:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T11:12:33.968-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Luto</title><content type='html'>2 ícones.&lt;br /&gt;Farrah Fawcet&lt;br /&gt;Michael Jackson&lt;br /&gt;0:(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1475663562422819106-4106235325441098555?l=verdadeirosversos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://verdadeirosversos.blogspot.com/feeds/4106235325441098555/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1475663562422819106&amp;postID=4106235325441098555&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1475663562422819106/posts/default/4106235325441098555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1475663562422819106/posts/default/4106235325441098555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://verdadeirosversos.blogspot.com/2009/06/luto.html' title='Luto'/><author><name>Sura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15162922820051255419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1475663562422819106.post-3136069615937654860</id><published>2009-06-25T20:21:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T11:11:25.059-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Tudo novo de novo</title><content type='html'>Há tempos venho querendo fazer um blog novo. Abandonar o meu bom e velho blog? Jamais. Aquele tem motivo pra existência. E quem ama não mata.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sobre este, foi um parto. O nome, foi dado de presente (sem querer) pelo André Carvalho que, um dia me disse que "minhas verdades são transformadas em verdadeiros versos". Acho que gostei disso. Não me lembro exatamente sobre o que falávamos mas, deve ter sido mais ou menos por isso: normalmente falo o que penso, sou franca e sincera. E é melhor que eu fale mesmo, pq se a pessoa for boa entendedora, ela vai entender, mesmo que eu não pronuncie nenhuma palavra.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Layout: caveiras (sempre gostei e ultimamente tenho gostado cada vez mais) bonitinhas, corações (sempre amei) e uma letra cursiva. Difícil foi convencer a T.B. juntar estes dois ícones numa imagem linda. Mas, ela fez. E ainda colocou uma fonte que eu gostei. E eu fiquei muito feliz. Ainda tá faltando umas coisinhas... Mas assim que eu for colocando, eu informo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O título deste post: é porque aqui será tudo novo de novo mesmo. Adoro Paulinho Moska.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O que falar aqui? Sei lá. Ainda não tá definido. Frases curtas, trechos de coisas boas, indicação de lugares legais, coisas engraçadas, surreais, poemas, sentimentos, diálogos, coisas fúteis, bregas, coisas do coração, tristezas, alegrias e versos, muitos versos. Verdadeiros versos. Pra vocês.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.: Só vou citar nomes quando as pessoas me autorizarem. Fora isso... vamos nos contentar com as iniciais.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1475663562422819106-3136069615937654860?l=verdadeirosversos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://verdadeirosversos.blogspot.com/feeds/3136069615937654860/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1475663562422819106&amp;postID=3136069615937654860&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1475663562422819106/posts/default/3136069615937654860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1475663562422819106/posts/default/3136069615937654860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://verdadeirosversos.blogspot.com/2009/06/tudo-novo-de-novo_25.html' title='Tudo novo de novo'/><author><name>Sura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15162922820051255419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry></feed>
