<?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-2173463821236883852</id><updated>2012-02-16T12:10:45.889-08:00</updated><title type='text'>L PipA !</title><subtitle type='html'>O coração fora do corpo.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lpipa.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2173463821236883852/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lpipa.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>PIPA - Mulher - 22 anos -</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03205863786422762037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wqJc7pa-9zw/SlzsYjA4jDI/AAAAAAAAAL8/Y2N87C1UsOI/S220/cris+pipa.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>69</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2173463821236883852.post-403395330751152930</id><published>2012-01-08T10:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-08T18:06:40.526-08:00</updated><title type='text'>E de tanto...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;E eu de tanto te amar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Enquanto pensava tanto em como te dizer,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Te perdi sem nem saber como.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;E de tanto não saber o que fazer com todo o meu amor,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Eu beijava outras bocas e vivia outros amores.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;E de tanto viver outros amores,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;De repente não sabia mais o que era te amar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;E de tanto não saber o que era te amar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Te perdi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;E de tanto te perder,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Eu me apeguei aos&amp;nbsp;vãos&amp;nbsp;amores.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;E de tanto me perder em vãos amores,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;você passou a me amar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/2173463821236883852-403395330751152930?l=lpipa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lpipa.blogspot.com/feeds/403395330751152930/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2173463821236883852&amp;postID=403395330751152930' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2173463821236883852/posts/default/403395330751152930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2173463821236883852/posts/default/403395330751152930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lpipa.blogspot.com/2012/01/e-de-tanto.html' title='E de tanto...'/><author><name>PIPA - Mulher - 22 anos -</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03205863786422762037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wqJc7pa-9zw/SlzsYjA4jDI/AAAAAAAAAL8/Y2N87C1UsOI/S220/cris+pipa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2173463821236883852.post-5496593983059756849</id><published>2011-12-18T11:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-20T16:52:40.402-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Só para Você</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;Eu viajaria no seu olhar&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;Para sempre&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;Em um mundo novo cheio de cores.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;Com todo o meu amor&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;eu me entregaria para você de coração e alma&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;E te deixaria &amp;nbsp;o que&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;em mim não caberá:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;O meu amor.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;Percorri &amp;nbsp;muitos olhares&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;para me encontrar no seu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;E na imensidão dos seus olhos vi as estrelas que eu só poderia vir lá no céu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;Abri meu coração e me descobri&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: medium; margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;Um coração cheio de amores,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;Só para você.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2173463821236883852-5496593983059756849?l=lpipa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lpipa.blogspot.com/feeds/5496593983059756849/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2173463821236883852&amp;postID=5496593983059756849' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2173463821236883852/posts/default/5496593983059756849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2173463821236883852/posts/default/5496593983059756849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lpipa.blogspot.com/2011/12/so-para-voce.html' title='Só para Você'/><author><name>PIPA - Mulher - 22 anos -</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03205863786422762037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wqJc7pa-9zw/SlzsYjA4jDI/AAAAAAAAAL8/Y2N87C1UsOI/S220/cris+pipa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2173463821236883852.post-8618459498209153584</id><published>2011-12-18T11:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-20T16:04:04.142-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Para o meu amor</title><content type='html'>Longe de te já não sei se sou eu mesma&lt;br /&gt;passo a perder-me&lt;br /&gt;a não ser quem sou.&lt;br /&gt;Me traz de volta&lt;br /&gt;ao seu amor&lt;br /&gt;amor meu.&lt;br /&gt;Me olha,&lt;br /&gt;me dá o que é teu.&lt;br /&gt;Diz-me que eu meu, amor meu, o seu olhar e o seu amor.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2173463821236883852-8618459498209153584?l=lpipa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lpipa.blogspot.com/feeds/8618459498209153584/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2173463821236883852&amp;postID=8618459498209153584' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2173463821236883852/posts/default/8618459498209153584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2173463821236883852/posts/default/8618459498209153584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lpipa.blogspot.com/2011/12/para-o-meu-amor.html' title='Para o meu amor'/><author><name>PIPA - Mulher - 22 anos -</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03205863786422762037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wqJc7pa-9zw/SlzsYjA4jDI/AAAAAAAAAL8/Y2N87C1UsOI/S220/cris+pipa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2173463821236883852.post-1374351172634374342</id><published>2011-12-18T09:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-20T16:11:14.416-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Escuta meu amor</title><content type='html'>Estou apaixonada e gritaria aos quatro ventos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mas vivo presa por dentro do meu próprio grito.&lt;br /&gt;Estou gritando por dentro de mim mesma.&lt;br /&gt;Escuta-me meu amor,&lt;br /&gt;Estou te chamando em silêncio.&lt;br /&gt;Em silêncio escuta meu amor, vem me responder rapidamente.&lt;br /&gt;Pois é no silêncio que alto fala os sentimentos.&lt;br /&gt;Escuta-me meu amor, te falo com urgência.&lt;br /&gt;Escuta, escuta, escuta... o som do silêncio, o som do meu coração.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2173463821236883852-1374351172634374342?l=lpipa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lpipa.blogspot.com/feeds/1374351172634374342/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2173463821236883852&amp;postID=1374351172634374342' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2173463821236883852/posts/default/1374351172634374342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2173463821236883852/posts/default/1374351172634374342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lpipa.blogspot.com/2011/12/escuta-meu-amor.html' title='Escuta meu amor'/><author><name>PIPA - Mulher - 22 anos -</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03205863786422762037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wqJc7pa-9zw/SlzsYjA4jDI/AAAAAAAAAL8/Y2N87C1UsOI/S220/cris+pipa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2173463821236883852.post-7089508867959557884</id><published>2011-11-14T16:50:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-14T16:57:54.106-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cadê Você</title><content type='html'>Cadê você, não me deixe esperar.&lt;br /&gt;Mas eu morreria, só esperando por você.&lt;br /&gt;Mas não há sequer um sinal de vida, então morta já devo estar.&lt;br /&gt;&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/2173463821236883852-7089508867959557884?l=lpipa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lpipa.blogspot.com/feeds/7089508867959557884/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2173463821236883852&amp;postID=7089508867959557884' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2173463821236883852/posts/default/7089508867959557884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2173463821236883852/posts/default/7089508867959557884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lpipa.blogspot.com/2011/11/eu-morreria-so-esperando-por-voce.html' title='Cadê Você'/><author><name>PIPA - Mulher - 22 anos -</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03205863786422762037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wqJc7pa-9zw/SlzsYjA4jDI/AAAAAAAAAL8/Y2N87C1UsOI/S220/cris+pipa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2173463821236883852.post-1790995437081956484</id><published>2011-11-05T14:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-06T07:32:24.849-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Para ser o que Sou</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;Pela janela dos meus olhos&lt;br /&gt;Eu posso ver o dia chovendo&lt;br /&gt;dentro de mim e lá fora.&lt;br /&gt;Aqui sentada na cadeira do meu quarto&lt;br /&gt;Procurando uma maneira&lt;br /&gt;Para ser o que eu sou.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Algo que que eu não posso tocar:&lt;br /&gt;Somente lembranças.&lt;br /&gt;Sou um passado celeste que chama&lt;br /&gt;o aconchego da minha mente&lt;br /&gt;E esconde a minha lágrima e meu riso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perdão, perdão&lt;br /&gt;Meu coração&lt;br /&gt;Te fiz sofrer mais uma vez&lt;br /&gt;Vivendo e voando pelos ares do minha paixão.&lt;br /&gt;Sugando cada vão momento da minha razão.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pétala em pétala cai de mim a mais linda flor...&lt;br /&gt;o tempo anda em um único sentido, furturo, futuro..&lt;br /&gt;E eu continuo procurando uma razão para ser,&lt;br /&gt;Sem nem saber quem que sou.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2173463821236883852-1790995437081956484?l=lpipa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lpipa.blogspot.com/feeds/1790995437081956484/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2173463821236883852&amp;postID=1790995437081956484' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2173463821236883852/posts/default/1790995437081956484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2173463821236883852/posts/default/1790995437081956484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lpipa.blogspot.com/2011/11/pela-janela-dos-meus-olhos-eu-posso-ver.html' title='Para ser o que Sou'/><author><name>PIPA - Mulher - 22 anos -</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03205863786422762037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wqJc7pa-9zw/SlzsYjA4jDI/AAAAAAAAAL8/Y2N87C1UsOI/S220/cris+pipa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2173463821236883852.post-2856143766634507016</id><published>2011-08-21T20:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-06T08:17:43.682-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Querer</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #20124d; line-height: 18px;"&gt;Mas eu quero...* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #20124d; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #20124d; line-height: 18px;"&gt;ser abraçada e beijada*, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #20124d;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;assim como se estivesse protegida do &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;mundo lá fora, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #20124d; line-height: 18px;"&gt;assim como se nada mais existisse... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #20124d; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #20124d; line-height: 18px;"&gt;nada além do amor*,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #20124d; line-height: 18px;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #20124d; line-height: 18px;"&gt;nada além da fragrância de um sentimento*,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #20124d; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #20124d;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;que exala dos braços do homem que vive lo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;nge de mim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #20124d; font-family: 'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #20124d; font-family: 'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;Ter Ousadia* pra ir quando o coração sinalizar e disser: vá!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #20124d; font-family: 'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #20124d; font-family: 'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;Eu ir mesmo, sem olhar para trás. Sem ter medo de ser feliz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #20124d; font-family: 'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #20124d; line-height: 18px;"&gt;Provar todas as frutas*, amargas e doces, verdes ou maduras.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #20124d; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #20124d; line-height: 18px;"&gt;Amadurecer*.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #20124d;"&gt;Só assim te deixarei partir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2173463821236883852-2856143766634507016?l=lpipa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lpipa.blogspot.com/feeds/2856143766634507016/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2173463821236883852&amp;postID=2856143766634507016' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2173463821236883852/posts/default/2856143766634507016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2173463821236883852/posts/default/2856143766634507016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lpipa.blogspot.com/2011/08/querer.html' title='Querer'/><author><name>PIPA - Mulher - 22 anos -</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03205863786422762037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wqJc7pa-9zw/SlzsYjA4jDI/AAAAAAAAAL8/Y2N87C1UsOI/S220/cris+pipa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2173463821236883852.post-8541830336654346129</id><published>2011-08-19T16:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-19T16:54:51.061-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(18, 18, 19); font-family: Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16px; "&gt;Porque não fazer leis específicas para punir crimes virtuais na internet como pornografia infantil, pedofilia, dano moral? Por que cercear a livre expressão democrática da população conectada do país? Penso que só existe uma resposta: CENSURA. Quer dizer que não bastou os anos de Ditadura no País? Quer dizer que esqueceram o quanto o SILÊNCIO no Regime Militar foi terrível? Acham que não foi suficiente e agora querem repetir? Peço encarecidamente aos Senhores deputados que dêem uma chance ao Brasil, façam a democracia valer a pena, incentivem a liberdade de expressão dos jovens brasileiros do nosso século. A internet é o nosso papel e caneta, não tirem o nosso direito constitucional de sermos "Todos iguais perante a lei".( Cap. 5º − Inciso IX − é livre a expressão da atividade intelectual, artística, científica e de comunicação, independentemente de censura ou licença".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(18, 18, 19); font-family: Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.avaaz.org/po/save_brazils_internet_1/97.php?cl_tta_sign=753e48da47cf121a7e698ee7f0ba6ea7" target="_blank" avglsprocessed="1" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 204); "&gt;http://www.avaaz.org/po/save_&lt;wbr&gt;brazils_internet_1/97.php?cl_&lt;wbr&gt;tta_sign=&lt;wbr&gt;753e48da47cf121a7e698ee7f0ba6e&lt;wbr&gt;a7&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2173463821236883852-8541830336654346129?l=lpipa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lpipa.blogspot.com/feeds/8541830336654346129/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2173463821236883852&amp;postID=8541830336654346129' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2173463821236883852/posts/default/8541830336654346129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2173463821236883852/posts/default/8541830336654346129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lpipa.blogspot.com/2011/08/porque-nao-fazer-leis-especificas-para.html' title=''/><author><name>PIPA - Mulher - 22 anos -</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03205863786422762037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wqJc7pa-9zw/SlzsYjA4jDI/AAAAAAAAAL8/Y2N87C1UsOI/S220/cris+pipa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2173463821236883852.post-7849473474276742966</id><published>2011-07-29T16:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-06T08:18:13.449-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ainda não passou!</title><content type='html'>Nós tínhamos tudo para dar certo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eu te queria&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E a gente vivia apaixonados pela Vida&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Até o dia em que você desejou alguém melhor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me deixou no escanteio&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me deixou na pior&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Por você fiz tudo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me anulei, me perdi, me fechei no seu mundo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eu era apenas o triste espectador&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;do seu cinema mudo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Você não estava mais afim&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tive que aceitar você se despedir&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ver você com outro alguém&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;e ter ainda que sorrir.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me perdi na minha dor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eu me joguei no seu vôo incerto&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Você me deixou voar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cansei.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cai no abismo do seu coração&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Você me deixou chorar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;e no escuro eu sangrei&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Você não conseguiu me ver&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Não querias mais me amar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mas a vida dá voltas meu bem&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;e apesar de você está sofrendo não vou caçoar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Vingança é um prato justo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E eu espero a minha hora chegar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Não se ri de quem chora&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aprendi isso com a vida&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Terra gira, mundo volta&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Você continua o mesmo idiota.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mas vejam só eu melhorei&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E hoje quem está na pior é você&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Provando do seu próprio veneno&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me queres de volta?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;É da vida.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eu sinto muito eu não te quero mais&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fiques ai com a tua fingida&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E ainda te desejo o bem&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Que seja feliz e fica em paz!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Meu coração rodou nas tuas mãos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mas o mundo gira também.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E agora é você que roda &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;nos braços de outro alguém.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E todas as lágrimas que por você eu derramei&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hoje são seus olhos que derramam também&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A lei do retorno é assim.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mas enquanto você está por cima&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Não espera o que está por vir&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;e despreparado sofre até mais do que eu sofri.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pipa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2173463821236883852-7849473474276742966?l=lpipa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lpipa.blogspot.com/feeds/7849473474276742966/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2173463821236883852&amp;postID=7849473474276742966' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2173463821236883852/posts/default/7849473474276742966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2173463821236883852/posts/default/7849473474276742966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lpipa.blogspot.com/2011/07/ainda-nao-passou.html' title='Ainda não passou!'/><author><name>PIPA - Mulher - 22 anos -</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03205863786422762037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wqJc7pa-9zw/SlzsYjA4jDI/AAAAAAAAAL8/Y2N87C1UsOI/S220/cris+pipa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2173463821236883852.post-1582851473529177614</id><published>2011-07-28T19:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-06T08:19:26.641-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Aprendendo a Viver</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f3f3f3; font-size: large;"&gt;Na madrugada constante&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f3f3f3;"&gt;Minha solidão irreparável lateja. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f3f3f3;"&gt;Ponto. Ou serão reticências...?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f3f3f3;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f3f3f3;"&gt;Me falta coragem, triste errante.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f3f3f3;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Para entender que n&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;a paixão é você quem caminha adiante&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f3f3f3;"&gt;Me deixando aqui sofrendo bastante.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f3f3f3; font-size: large;"&gt;Não queres saber: VAI sem perdão.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f3f3f3; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f3f3f3;"&gt;Vais encontrar um outro alguém&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f3f3f3;"&gt;Que para você mente também&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f3f3f3;"&gt;Te digo:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f3f3f3;"&gt;É triste a ilusão do coração!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f3f3f3;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f3f3f3;"&gt;E mesmo sabendo disso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f3f3f3;"&gt;de uma maneira ou de outra fico aqui&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f3f3f3;"&gt;Perdida pelo chão.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f3f3f3;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Enquanto voas pelo mundo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;desdenhando da minha paixão.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f3f3f3; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f3f3f3; font-size: large;"&gt;Pareces nem ter compaixão. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f3f3f3; font-size: large;"&gt;Eu vivo com medo de sofrer!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f3f3f3; font-size: large;"&gt;Me ame apenas um segundo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f3f3f3; font-size: large;"&gt;Pelo menos uma vez no mundo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f3f3f3; font-size: large;"&gt;Me deixa ao teu mundo pertencer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f3f3f3; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f3f3f3;"&gt;Mero engano,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f3f3f3;"&gt;Já vi isso uma vez acontecer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f3f3f3;"&gt;Irás encontrar um outro bem &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f3f3f3; font-size: large;"&gt;Que irá te abandonar também&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f3f3f3;"&gt;Te digo mais:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f3f3f3;"&gt;Você também irá perder!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f3f3f3;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f3f3f3; font-size: large;"&gt;Por hoje aprendi a viver&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f3f3f3; font-size: large;"&gt;Digo-te adeus hoje primeiro,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f3f3f3;"&gt;Mas amanhã quem vai sofrer?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2173463821236883852-1582851473529177614?l=lpipa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lpipa.blogspot.com/feeds/1582851473529177614/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2173463821236883852&amp;postID=1582851473529177614' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2173463821236883852/posts/default/1582851473529177614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2173463821236883852/posts/default/1582851473529177614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lpipa.blogspot.com/2011/07/aprendendo-viver.html' title='Aprendendo a Viver'/><author><name>PIPA - Mulher - 22 anos -</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03205863786422762037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wqJc7pa-9zw/SlzsYjA4jDI/AAAAAAAAAL8/Y2N87C1UsOI/S220/cris+pipa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2173463821236883852.post-8718592602749357264</id><published>2010-05-05T07:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-06T08:26:52.020-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Opinião: Hoje ainda existe um luz - excertos sobre o controle social.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="ecxMsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS';"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS';"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span" style="background-color: #f4cccc;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"&gt;*por Laise Cristina SIlva /PIPA- Estudante de serviço social da Universidade Federal de Alagoas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: #999999; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: #999999; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: #999999; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: #999999; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Brasil, anos 2000. Primeiro decênio. Notícias de corrupção nos interiores da política brasileira não param de surgir. No mundo as desigualdades sociais continuam matando milhares de pessoas por dia. Em ano de copa do mundo no “país do futebol” coincidentemente também é ano eleitoral. E a hipocrisia é um sentimento que sincronizam quase todos nesse país, pela mudança, mais uma vez.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: #999999; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;o:p style="background-color: black;"&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: #999999; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Maceió, contemporaneidade. Chuvas de notícias absurdas continuam na política. Um certo deputado alagoano – não iria dizer que o nome dele é Mauricio Quintella Lessa do Partido da República, mas – pediu vistas no &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;Projeto Ficha Limpa&lt;/i&gt; e atrasou a votação do projeto mais uma vez. Fernando Collor de Melo, o ex-presidente impugnado no passado, elegeu-se nas eleições passadas Senador por Alagoas, e deve ser candidato ao governo desse mesmo estado, pelo PTB – e ainda falam que o nosso inimigo é a Argentina.  &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;o:p style="background-color: black;"&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: #999999; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Eu uma estudante, cidadã alagoana e brasileira, ser humano, sentiu medo de toda essa inversão histórica do nosso tempo e uma enorme vontade fazer alguma coisa para o nosso país me ocorreu. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;o:p style="background-color: black;"&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: #999999; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;A triste realidade social tornou-se revolta dentro de mim. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;Convergi na idéia de que uma única coisa me levava para a bílis da amargura eram as desigualdades, sociais principalmente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;Quando eu olho para o mundo e vejo tanta coisa errada acontecendo, gente vítima de um sistema desumano, morrendo por conta da desmedida mas orquestrada ambição de poucos, me dá asco e principalmente vontade de mudar, não o mundo, porque esse lugar só vai mudar com a contribuição de uma hegemonia transformadora e revolucionária. Mudar as pessoas. Dá-me vontade de contribuir na construção de uma sociedade informada, politizada e desmascarada de sua face medonha do capitalismo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;Vejo, ao mesmo tempo, mas não na mesma medida, muita gente lutando para a transformação dessa sociabilidade e modo de produção. Gente que tem meios distintos, mas um mesmo fim: a entrada de uma sociedade mais justa e igualitária.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: #999999; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;Pensei no desperdício de alimentos e de água que nós vemos em toda parte, no mundo ocidental (não no sentido geográfico da palavra, mas em seu sentido social da produção) e ao mesmo tempo me veio em mente, as pessoas que morrem de fome no mundo a fora, aqui no Brasil, no nosso sertão, ou na África, em seus gigantescos desertos. No fim, na essência, o capitalismo foi que gerou tudo isso, diretamente, quando falamos da desigualdade social, e indiretamente, no processo de devastação ambiental, que gerou em longo prazo a desertificação e num estágio anterior a sertanização. Em ambos habitat’s, é difícil, no caso do sertão e impossível, no caso dos desertos, a cultivação de alimentos, que dessa forma poderiam salvar milhares de vidas humanas e animalescas que habitam esses lugares.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: #999999; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;O capitalismo tenta mascarar as suas próprias mazelas com mecanismos falidos de uma segurança, que na verdade não existe. Ao falarmos de segurança, botamos em xeque, até a segurança social e previdenciária, oriundas “das políticas sociais” que o Estado – mantenedor do sistema vigente [vimos isso muito nitidamente quando na crise rescessiva do Capital agora a pouco os EUA deram pacotes bilionários de ajuda aos Bancos] – minimamente fornece as populações que pagam seus impostos o que lhe são de direito, a segurança scoail. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;o:p style="background-color: black;"&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: #999999; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;O Estado, através da sua força policial, também não consegue superar a força e crueldade da violência, não só física, mas também, social, moral, emocional e principalmente ética, da sociabilidade que foi historicamente criada no âmbito capitalista.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: #999999; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;Cria-se e recria-se um Estado que institui uma igualdade jurídico civil-burguês desleal, colocando dessa maneira proprietários privados dos meios de produção e os trabalhadores, excluídos desta propriedade, no mesmo patamar. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;o:p style="background-color: black;"&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: #999999; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Conseguem incutir nas mentes da sociedade civil como um todo, uma igualdade, que é na verdade ilusória. Gesta-se desse mundo jurídico um planeta a parte, como se os direitos historicamente conquistados, ficassem apenas no mundo das idéias, e nunca se tornassem realidade. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;o:p style="background-color: black;"&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: #999999; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Um mundo onde na verdade os detentores da propriedade privada, manipuladores dos recursos materiais e humanos estariam livres de quaisquer obstáculos para efetivar o seu principal objetivo: a acumulação do Capital.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;o:p style="background-color: black;"&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: #999999; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Um mundo que “eles” criam e disseminam através de mecanismos (mídia, política) que com o aval soberano do Estado. Corrompem, convencem e alienam os cidadãos trabalhadores, detentores de sua valiosa, mas desvalorizada, força de trabalho, que se vêem a todo momento vitimas de uma desigualdade que repousa no âmbito social, bem como no ideal plano jurídico.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: #999999; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;Vemos mecanismos de luta proletária sendo cooptadas para os interesses nefastos do Capital, ou seja, do setor privado, que lucra com a exploração profunda da força de trabalho maisquevaliosa do homem proletário. Os sindicatos já não são mais os mesmos de outrora. De defender os interesses do trabalhador, seja lá, por melhores condições de trabalho, seja lá, por melhores salários, passou a defender os interesses do empregador, do capitalista. Dessa vez o seu papel é ser um mediador de conflitos, que sempre serão ultrapassados no âmbito jurídico-legal, que dessa forma já se encontra totalmente enveredado, reformado e reformulados para defender e principalmente favorecer o setor privado na sua exploração do trabalhador. A luta pela derrubada desse modo de produção e sociabilidades desumanos perdeu o seu sentido primordial. Nesse movimento percebemos que assim como a luta proletária, a chamada questão social, a política social e todos os problemas sociais, são na verdade recortados, suprimidos, fatiados, desmembrados, individualizados, para que a sociedade civil não consiga enxergar a essência da desumanização social e econômica que está posta através do sistema capitalista.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nós cidadãos n&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;ão consiguimos enxergar muitas formas de melhoramento das condições reais de vida e principalmente de enfrentamento a esse processo de contra-direitos, contra-vida, contradição que é o capitalismo.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: #999999; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;Mas no meio de tudo isso, existe uma medida legalmente institucionalizada e estrategicamente eficaz, mas muito esquecida também - esta medida é o controle social.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: #999999; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;O controle social são maneiras institucionais (Ministérios Públicos, Controladoria Geral da União, Tribunal de Contas, Assembléias Legislativas, etc.) ou de mobilização social (Atos Públicos, Imprensa, Movimentos Sociais) de fazermos cobrança do controle das políticas sociais e é um grande aliado da nossa democracia, que está precisando do povo organizado para realmente democratizar-se.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: #999999;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O Controle Social&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt; é uma luz no fim do túnel. Um túnel imenso de corrupção descontrole social/humano/cultural e falta de compromisso dos governos. Nós cidadãos, que pagamos impostos, que elegemos os nosso representantes políticos, precisamos exercer o controle social , como um dever que consequentemente vai conseguir garantir os nossos direitos. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Curiosamente esse nosso dever e direito, está sendo esquecido e na democracia brasileira, perdem-se muitas coisas... &lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;Hoje ainda existe uma luz. Não permita que ela se apague.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS';"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="ecxMsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="ecxapple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2173463821236883852-8718592602749357264?l=lpipa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lpipa.blogspot.com/feeds/8718592602749357264/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2173463821236883852&amp;postID=8718592602749357264' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2173463821236883852/posts/default/8718592602749357264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2173463821236883852/posts/default/8718592602749357264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lpipa.blogspot.com/2010/05/por-laise-cristina-silva-pipa-estudante.html' title='Opinião: Hoje ainda existe um luz - excertos sobre o controle social.'/><author><name>PIPA - Mulher - 22 anos -</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03205863786422762037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wqJc7pa-9zw/SlzsYjA4jDI/AAAAAAAAAL8/Y2N87C1UsOI/S220/cris+pipa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2173463821236883852.post-1714503991373898546</id><published>2009-10-07T13:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T13:55:41.454-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Milhares de dias sem "blogar" aki no L PIPA, sorry =( , mas eu  estou tão ocupada com as tarefas da faculdade, do Fórum em Defesa do SUS, do TCC, enfim... estou sem tempo pra criação. E seguindo em frente, correndo, mas em câmera lenta.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2173463821236883852-1714503991373898546?l=lpipa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lpipa.blogspot.com/feeds/1714503991373898546/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2173463821236883852&amp;postID=1714503991373898546' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2173463821236883852/posts/default/1714503991373898546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2173463821236883852/posts/default/1714503991373898546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lpipa.blogspot.com/2009/10/milhares-de-dias-sem-blogar-aki-no-l.html' title=''/><author><name>PIPA - Mulher - 22 anos -</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03205863786422762037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wqJc7pa-9zw/SlzsYjA4jDI/AAAAAAAAAL8/Y2N87C1UsOI/S220/cris+pipa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2173463821236883852.post-4777920339333040769</id><published>2009-08-21T07:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-29T19:06:40.511-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Quero Ser o Melhor de Mim</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wqJc7pa-9zw/SvtA9lA0aeI/AAAAAAAAAaA/dw8XEQ58C8k/s1600-h/DSC0012.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&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/_wqJc7pa-9zw/SvtA9lA0aeI/AAAAAAAAAaA/dw8XEQ58C8k/s400/DSC0012.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402983604612786658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A minha vida no últimos dias está uma loucura ímpar.&lt;br /&gt;Algo de muita leitura de Clássicos da literatura cientifica, Marx, Engels, Hayek, Gramsci... de muito estudo pra o meu Trabalho de Conclusão de Curso (fale TCC).&lt;br /&gt;Mal tenho tido tempo pra &lt;em&gt;divertir-me:&lt;/em&gt; ouvir boa música (adoraria parar par ouvir &lt;em&gt;Maysa, Lenine, Chico Buarque, Cartola, Maria Rita, Roberto Carlos, Raul Seixas&lt;/em&gt;...entre outros) sair para andar, sair pra ouvir música, conversar com meus amigos, sair pra beber, botar os meus pés na areia da praia, ouvir o som do mar, escrever poesia, criar histórias da minha Prosa e ficar o dia inteirinho vendo filmes. Que saudade de assistir &lt;em&gt;Querelle - Dir. Rayner W. Fassbinder,&lt;/em&gt;  de assistir &lt;em&gt;Vick Cristina Barcelona - Dir. Wood Allen, Forrest Gump...&lt;/em&gt; ai que saudade. Soube de uma comédia adulta e americana que entra em cartaz hoje &lt;em&gt;Se beber, não Case...&lt;/em&gt; uma comediazinha...um cineminha...que saudade.&lt;br /&gt;Meu aniversário de 21 anos está bem próximo. O meu nascimento se repete infinitivamente no espaço-tempo do dia 26 de agosto de 1988 e eu completarei os meus 21 anos de idade nesse ano louco que é o de 2009, um ano de muitas  crises existênciais, solidão, euforia, paixões, decepções, falta de equilibrio, consciência, inconciência, descobertas. Passado e futuro que se interpenetraram num momento ímpar d minha existência. De ida de pessoas especiais e vindas de pessoas que não deveriam ter saído de onde vieram.&lt;br /&gt;Sem cumprir os meus rituais de &lt;em&gt;liberdade&lt;/em&gt; eu vou seguindo, mas de uma coisa eu tenho certeza quero ser o melhor de mim.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2173463821236883852-4777920339333040769?l=lpipa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lpipa.blogspot.com/feeds/4777920339333040769/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2173463821236883852&amp;postID=4777920339333040769' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2173463821236883852/posts/default/4777920339333040769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2173463821236883852/posts/default/4777920339333040769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lpipa.blogspot.com/2009/08/quero-ser-o-melhor-de-mim.html' title='Quero Ser o Melhor de Mim'/><author><name>PIPA - Mulher - 22 anos -</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03205863786422762037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wqJc7pa-9zw/SlzsYjA4jDI/AAAAAAAAAL8/Y2N87C1UsOI/S220/cris+pipa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wqJc7pa-9zw/SvtA9lA0aeI/AAAAAAAAAaA/dw8XEQ58C8k/s72-c/DSC0012.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2173463821236883852.post-5043486467345515005</id><published>2009-07-16T12:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-06T08:21:09.685-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Eu, por meu dia.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wqJc7pa-9zw/SvtAyorA6xI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/cO3BgYxnfCY/s1600-h/DSC0005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402983416616512274" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wqJc7pa-9zw/SvtAyorA6xI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/cO3BgYxnfCY/s400/DSC0005.JPG" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 300px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #666666; font-size: 130%;"&gt;Boa tarde. Céu cinza e dia chuvoso aqui em Maceió. A cidade que gosto de morar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;O meu humor está péssimo hoje, e os livros e jornais se acumulam na mesinha, esperando só um minuto de boa vontade. Mas o que esperar deles, sempre as mesmas notícias e os mesmos assuntos. Isso não é clichê, mas a realidade. E eu estou de "saco cheio".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na realidade, pensei em coisas que poderia fazer pra me animar, como por exemplo, ir escrever, mas aí, estando eu aqui, me lembrei que tudo que escrevo é sobre mim, e isso não me deixa mais feliz. Eu gosto de encontrar o meu interior, mas eu ainda não cheguei lá, a viagem está sendo longa e dificil. Encontrar-me na verdade não me agrada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De repente, ir na rua. Mas isso eu já faço demais. E aqui estou, sem paciência.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vou conversar com a minha mãe. Ah droga! Ela está dormindo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vou dormir. O sono não vem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fico olhando o meu teto. É chato e cansativo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vou... seguindo no tédio. Sem ânimo pra fazer sentido a vida, porque fazer nada é o que mais tenho feito hoje. Mas isso é bom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando estava muito ocupada, do que mais sentia falta era de ficar sem fazer nada, mas hoje, eu cansei disso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando a noite chegar, irei sair pra encontrar meus amigos.&lt;br /&gt;De repente o sentido está em movimentar esse corpinho material e o meu amor, que por enquanto está voando perto do céu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 21px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #666666; font-size: 21px;"&gt;Pipa!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2173463821236883852-5043486467345515005?l=lpipa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lpipa.blogspot.com/feeds/5043486467345515005/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2173463821236883852&amp;postID=5043486467345515005' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2173463821236883852/posts/default/5043486467345515005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2173463821236883852/posts/default/5043486467345515005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lpipa.blogspot.com/2009/07/eu-por-meu-dia.html' title='Eu, por meu dia.'/><author><name>PIPA - Mulher - 22 anos -</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03205863786422762037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wqJc7pa-9zw/SlzsYjA4jDI/AAAAAAAAAL8/Y2N87C1UsOI/S220/cris+pipa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wqJc7pa-9zw/SvtAyorA6xI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/cO3BgYxnfCY/s72-c/DSC0005.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2173463821236883852.post-8356228328107428238</id><published>2009-07-13T11:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-06T08:21:59.651-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Perdida no Tempo</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; font-size: large;"&gt;Eu estava no meu quarto&lt;br /&gt;Milhares de recordações,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; font-size: large;"&gt;Pequenos mosaicos de coisas novas me enlouqueciam...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quem sabe a noite caia e com ela caiam as recordações de coisas que ainda não vivi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu escrevo pra você...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Letras que vão Se perdem no tempo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quero te encontrar, mas o espaço é longe demais.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu ando,Ninguém me vê.&lt;br /&gt;Eu grito, berro,Ninguèm me escuta.&lt;br /&gt;No chão meus cacos, Ninguém me cata.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu queria usar uma camisa de força, mas todos me acham normal...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2173463821236883852-8356228328107428238?l=lpipa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lpipa.blogspot.com/feeds/8356228328107428238/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2173463821236883852&amp;postID=8356228328107428238' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2173463821236883852/posts/default/8356228328107428238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2173463821236883852/posts/default/8356228328107428238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lpipa.blogspot.com/2009/07/perdida-no-tempo.html' title='Perdida no Tempo'/><author><name>PIPA - Mulher - 22 anos -</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03205863786422762037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wqJc7pa-9zw/SlzsYjA4jDI/AAAAAAAAAL8/Y2N87C1UsOI/S220/cris+pipa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2173463821236883852.post-7468133202263989899</id><published>2009-07-13T11:08:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T15:03:00.220-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Só pra vc</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wqJc7pa-9zw/SvtCn_vZzRI/AAAAAAAAAaY/SFky0EgS9Yc/s1600-h/DSC0029.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wqJc7pa-9zw/SvtCn_vZzRI/AAAAAAAAAaY/SFky0EgS9Yc/s400/DSC0029.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402985432853630226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style=" color: rgb(51, 0, 51);  line-height: 18px; font-family:'Trebuchet MS';font-size:13px;"&gt;Morro a cada dia na sua espera, mais sei que o que sinto por você é tão especial que a vida passa, as pessoas passam, a vontade pode até passar, mas o amor e somente o amor nunca passará. Porque é só o amor que move todos os sentimentos, sejam eles bons ou ruins, pois, até os ruins é um tipo de amor desconcertado, um amor que ama de maneira errada e que ele acha que é certo... Descobri que precisamos estar distraídos o suficiente para nós pecebermos o amor que está dentro de nós, e é preciso esquecer de si e esquecer de todos para nos pecebermos um tanto apaixonados. Lembrar e esquecer ao mesmo tempo, do amor que está dentro de nós e que só espera um momento, um vago momento que seja, de distração da nossa atenção para agir nas nossas costas...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2173463821236883852-7468133202263989899?l=lpipa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lpipa.blogspot.com/feeds/7468133202263989899/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2173463821236883852&amp;postID=7468133202263989899' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2173463821236883852/posts/default/7468133202263989899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2173463821236883852/posts/default/7468133202263989899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lpipa.blogspot.com/2009/07/so-pra-vc.html' title='Só pra vc'/><author><name>PIPA - Mulher - 22 anos -</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03205863786422762037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wqJc7pa-9zw/SlzsYjA4jDI/AAAAAAAAAL8/Y2N87C1UsOI/S220/cris+pipa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wqJc7pa-9zw/SvtCn_vZzRI/AAAAAAAAAaY/SFky0EgS9Yc/s72-c/DSC0029.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2173463821236883852.post-6068854045712935509</id><published>2009-07-03T12:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T15:02:18.398-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Em Alerta</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wqJc7pa-9zw/SvtCckHPTXI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/f_Zu1JELUDE/s1600-h/DSC0032.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/_wqJc7pa-9zw/SvtCckHPTXI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/f_Zu1JELUDE/s400/DSC0032.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402985236458851698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Já sinto que vem uma turbulência emocional...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Sabe quando tudo está tão bem, que é sempre válido estar em estado de alerta. Esse é o meu momento atual. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Estar em alerta pra as dores da vida é sempre bem vindo. Talvez eu possa sofrer menos. (Quem sabe?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2173463821236883852-6068854045712935509?l=lpipa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lpipa.blogspot.com/feeds/6068854045712935509/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2173463821236883852&amp;postID=6068854045712935509' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2173463821236883852/posts/default/6068854045712935509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2173463821236883852/posts/default/6068854045712935509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lpipa.blogspot.com/2009/07/em-alerta.html' title='Em Alerta'/><author><name>PIPA - Mulher - 22 anos -</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03205863786422762037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wqJc7pa-9zw/SlzsYjA4jDI/AAAAAAAAAL8/Y2N87C1UsOI/S220/cris+pipa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wqJc7pa-9zw/SvtCckHPTXI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/f_Zu1JELUDE/s72-c/DSC0032.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2173463821236883852.post-1396609411948038636</id><published>2009-07-01T13:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T13:17:04.443-07:00</updated><title type='text'>São só lembranças de um certo fevereiro</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#993300;"&gt;Trata-se de uma desportividade/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;color:#993300;"&gt;Que de desporto só deu praia/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;color:#993300;"&gt;Biquines em corpos repulsivos/ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;color:#993300;"&gt;Que usam minissaia/ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;color:#993300;"&gt;Uma raiva amendoada/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;color:#993300;"&gt;Que se joga na escuridão/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;color:#993300;"&gt;Muito ciúmes traumatizados/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;color:#993300;"&gt;E olhos que desviam do coração/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;color:#993300;"&gt;Um corpo Belo/ Uma presença de cão/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;color:#993300;"&gt;Conversas ao lado, Fuxicos, Conspiração/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;color:#993300;"&gt;Um "oi" sem graça e sem vontade/ Mas também muita animação/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;color:#993300;"&gt;Uma vontade reprimida de graça/ Só ilusão/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;color:#993300;"&gt;Duas pessoas que se amam/ Tentando negar uma paixão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2173463821236883852-1396609411948038636?l=lpipa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lpipa.blogspot.com/feeds/1396609411948038636/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2173463821236883852&amp;postID=1396609411948038636' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2173463821236883852/posts/default/1396609411948038636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2173463821236883852/posts/default/1396609411948038636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lpipa.blogspot.com/2009/07/sao-so-lembrancas-de-um-certo-fevereiro.html' title='São só lembranças de um certo fevereiro'/><author><name>PIPA - Mulher - 22 anos -</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03205863786422762037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wqJc7pa-9zw/SlzsYjA4jDI/AAAAAAAAAL8/Y2N87C1UsOI/S220/cris+pipa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2173463821236883852.post-1902997041199139749</id><published>2009-06-25T16:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T16:28:12.746-07:00</updated><title type='text'>depuis mon petit cahier</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wqJc7pa-9zw/SkQHYFHwZpI/AAAAAAAAAKI/PT72SXxMlcE/s1600-h/anita2+copia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wqJc7pa-9zw/SkQHYFHwZpI/AAAAAAAAAKI/PT72SXxMlcE/s400/anita2+copia.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351410367495956114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;No corre, &lt;/span&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;vuela por superarse,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;hace tiempo dejó atrás &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS; font-size: 130%; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;la niña&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;hace poco aterrizó &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS; font-size: 180%; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;en Madrid.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Dulcemente sólida &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;capaz de no desfallecer,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;sin patines pero con &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS; font-size: 130%; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;muñequeras&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;nos lleva mucha ventaja &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;en &lt;span style="font-size: 180%;"&gt;crecer&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wqJc7pa-9zw/SkQHX9_DqOI/AAAAAAAAAKA/17AtTTwhlkM/s1600-h/En+guardia%21_mis+neuronas+se+escapan+copia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 262px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wqJc7pa-9zw/SkQHX9_DqOI/AAAAAAAAAKA/17AtTTwhlkM/s400/En+guardia%21_mis+neuronas+se+escapan+copia.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351410365580421346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; font-size: 130%; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; Que la &lt;span style="font-size: 180%;"&gt;pluma &lt;/span&gt;me defienda,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; font-size: 130%; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;que mi cuerpo se desenchufe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; font-size: 130%; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;que la &lt;span style="font-size: 180%;"&gt;corriente&lt;/span&gt; no me enloquezca&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; font-size: 130%; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;ni windows sea mi cabeza.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; font-size: 130%; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; font-size: 130%; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; font-size: 130%; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Que el pensamiento vuelva al &lt;span style="font-size: 180%;"&gt;verbo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; font-size: 130%; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;que la &lt;span style="font-size: 180%;"&gt;escritura&lt;/span&gt; me salve &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; font-size: 130%; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;que mis neuronas no se marchen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; font-size: 130%; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;y me dejen sola sin &lt;span style="font-size: 180%;"&gt;palabras&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; font-size: 130%; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;ni &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 180%;"&gt;memoria.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2173463821236883852-1902997041199139749?l=lpipa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lpipa.blogspot.com/feeds/1902997041199139749/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2173463821236883852&amp;postID=1902997041199139749' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2173463821236883852/posts/default/1902997041199139749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2173463821236883852/posts/default/1902997041199139749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lpipa.blogspot.com/2009/06/depuis-mon-petit-cahier.html' title='depuis mon petit cahier'/><author><name>PIPA - Mulher - 22 anos -</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03205863786422762037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wqJc7pa-9zw/SlzsYjA4jDI/AAAAAAAAAL8/Y2N87C1UsOI/S220/cris+pipa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wqJc7pa-9zw/SkQHYFHwZpI/AAAAAAAAAKI/PT72SXxMlcE/s72-c/anita2+copia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2173463821236883852.post-8936660036011289367</id><published>2009-05-12T15:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T15:24:37.119-07:00</updated><title type='text'>AO ESCREVER: CONSIGO ME MATERIALIZAR.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Eu escrevo para materializar os meus pensamentos insones, que são apreciações das minhas experiências práticas dos momentos vividos, que ora foram reais ou irreais e necessários para que me fizesse sentir as coisas do jeito como as sinto, exatamente como as sinto, as vezes insconstantes, platônicas e sem noção nehuma do que eu estou fazendo, mas essa sou eu, e eu não quero fugir de quem eu sou. Não tenho como fugir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Eu escrevo e vc tenta me compreender, mas são apenas aproximações do meu verdadeiro eu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2173463821236883852-8936660036011289367?l=lpipa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lpipa.blogspot.com/feeds/8936660036011289367/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2173463821236883852&amp;postID=8936660036011289367' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2173463821236883852/posts/default/8936660036011289367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2173463821236883852/posts/default/8936660036011289367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lpipa.blogspot.com/2009/05/ao-escrever-consigo-me-materializar.html' title='AO ESCREVER: CONSIGO ME MATERIALIZAR.'/><author><name>PIPA - Mulher - 22 anos -</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03205863786422762037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wqJc7pa-9zw/SlzsYjA4jDI/AAAAAAAAAL8/Y2N87C1UsOI/S220/cris+pipa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2173463821236883852.post-6877554448445625764</id><published>2009-04-07T09:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T09:02:38.734-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hoje ainda existe uma luz</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje me deu uma enorme vontade de exterminar-me, exaurir-me, de não ter nascido, de flagelar-me, morrer, suicidar-me, partir de mim mesma.&lt;br /&gt;Toda a minha vontade de viver, de repente se viu sem sentido. De repente todas as minhas cicatrizes expostas, só eu podia ver. Sem desejos, a mim já não existiam soluções. Me vi sem saída, sem retorno, sem contrapartida.&lt;br /&gt;As lágrimas que tentavam sair, não encontravam lugar. Os olhos fechados, tentava construir uma concentração e acalmar. Um pensamento atropelava o outro e dessa forma o tempo e o espaço não tinha forma.&lt;br /&gt;Aos poucos fui levada a pensar no meu pesar. A essência do que eu sentia. Os meus porquês. De onde? Pra quê?&lt;br /&gt;Convergi na idéia de que uma única coisa me levava para a bílis da amargura: as desigualdades, sociais principalmente.&lt;br /&gt;Quando eu olho para o mundo e vejo tanta coisa errada acontecendo, gente vítima de um sistema desumano, morrendo por conta da desmedida mas orquestrada ambição de poucos, me dá asco e principalmente vontade de mudar, não o mundo, porque esse lugar só vai mudar com a contribuição de uma hegemonia transformadora e revolucionária. Mudar as pessoas. Dá-me vontade de alguma forma, de contribuir na construção de uma sociedade informada, politizada e desmascarada de sua face medonha do capitalismo.&lt;br /&gt;Vejo, ao mesmo tempo, mas não na mesma medida, muita gente lutando para a transformação dessa sociabilidade e modo de produção. Gente que tem meios distintos, mas um mesmo fim: a entrada de uma sociedade mais justa e igualitária.&lt;br /&gt;Pensei no desperdício de alimentos e de água que nós vemos em toda parte, no mundo ocidental (não no sentido geográfico da palavra, mas em seu sentido social da produção) e ao mesmo tempo me veio em mente, as pessoas que morrem de fome no mundo a fora, aqui no Brasil, no nosso sertão, ou na África, em seus gigantescos desertos. No fim, na essência, o capitalismo foi que gerou tudo isso, diretamente, quando falamos da desigualdade social, e indiretamente, no processo de devastação ambiental, que gerou a longo prazo a desertificação e num estágio anterior a sertanização. Em ambos habitat’s é  difícil, no caso do sertão, e de impossibilidade, no caso dos desertos, a cultivação de alimentos, que dessa forma poderiam salvar milhares de vidas humanas e animalescas que habitam esses lugares.&lt;br /&gt;O capitalismo tenta mascarar as suas próprias mazelas com mecanismos falidos de uma segurança fajuta. Ao se falar de segurança, botamos em xeque, até a segurança social e previdenciária, oriundas “das políticas sociais” que o Estado – mantenedor do sistema vigente – minimamente fornece as populações que pagam seus impostos. O Estado, através da sua força policial, não consegue superar a força e crueldade da violência, não só física, mas também, social, moral, emocional e principalmente ética, da sociabilidade que foi historicamente criada no âmbito capitalista.&lt;br /&gt;Cria-se e recria-se um Estado que institua uma igualdade jurídico civil-burguês desleal, colocando dessa maneira proprietários privados dos meios de produção e os trabalhadores, excluídos desta propriedade, no mesmo patamar. Conseguem incutir nas mentes da sociedade civil como um todo, uma igualdade, que é na verdade ilusória. Gesta-se desse mundo jurídico um planeta a parte, como se os direitos historicamente conquistados, ficassem apenas no mundo das idéias, e nunca se tornassem realidade. Um mundo onde na verdade os detentores da propriedade privada, manipuladores dos recursos materiais e humanos estariam livres de quaisquer obstáculo para efetivar o seu principal objetivo: a acumulação do Capital. Um mundo que eles criam e disseminam através de mecanismos (mídia, política) que com o aval soberano do Estado, corrompem, convencem e alienam os cidadãos trabalhadores, detentores de sua valiosa, mas desvalorizada, força de trabalho, que se vêem a todo momento vitimas de uma desigualdade que repousa no âmbito social, bem como no ideal plano jurídico.&lt;br /&gt;Vemos mecanismos de luta proletária sendo cooptadas para os interesses nefastos do Capital, ou seja, do setor privado, que lucra com a exploração profunda da força de trabalho maisquevaliosa do homem proletário. Os sindicatos já não são mais os mesmos de outrora. De defender os interesses do trabalhador, seja lá, por melhores condições de trabalho, seja lá, por melhores salários, passou a defender os interesses do empregador, do capitalista. Dessa vez o seu papel é ser um mediador de conflitos, que sempre serão ultrapassados no âmbito jurídico-legal, que dessa forma já se encontra totalmente enveredado, reformado e reformulados para defender e principalmente favorecer o setor privado na sua exploração do trabalhador. A luta pela derrubada desse modo de produção e sociabilidades desumanos perdeu o seu sentido primordial. Nesse movimento percebemos que assim como a luta proletária, a chamada questão social, a política social e todos os problemas sociais, são na verdade recortados, suprimidos, fatiados, desmembrados, individualizados, para que a sociedade civil não consiga enxergar a essência da desumanização social e econômica que está posta através do sistema capitalista.&lt;br /&gt;Não consigo enxergar muitas formas de melhoramento das condições reais de vida e principalmente de enfrentamento a esse processo de contra-direitos, contra-vida, contradição que é o capitalismo, mas como uma medida legalmente institucionalizada e estrategicamente eficaz, o controle social é um grande aliado e uma luz no fim do túnel. Dessa forma, nós cidadãos, que pagamos impostos, precisamos exercer o controle social , como um dever que consequentemente vai conseguir garantir os nossos direitos. Hoje ainda existe uma luz. Não permita que ela se apague.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;*Laise /PIPA- Estudante de serviço social.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2173463821236883852-6877554448445625764?l=lpipa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lpipa.blogspot.com/feeds/6877554448445625764/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2173463821236883852&amp;postID=6877554448445625764' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2173463821236883852/posts/default/6877554448445625764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2173463821236883852/posts/default/6877554448445625764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lpipa.blogspot.com/2009/04/hoje-ainda-existe-uma-luz.html' title='Hoje ainda existe uma luz'/><author><name>PIPA - Mulher - 22 anos -</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03205863786422762037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wqJc7pa-9zw/SlzsYjA4jDI/AAAAAAAAAL8/Y2N87C1UsOI/S220/cris+pipa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2173463821236883852.post-7584546835091163458</id><published>2009-04-04T16:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-28T19:48:16.104-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Juntando os caquinhos</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;As pessoas as vezes nos mostram uma falta de cuidado com a capacidade de amar.&lt;br /&gt;E nos machucam verdadeiramente.&lt;br /&gt;A gente em primeiro impulso quer mesmo é mostrar vingança, dar o troco com a mesma moeda.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;Aí é que se encontra nosso maior erro: mostrar o nosso lado institivo e vingativo do ser humano. Pois, assim como uma capacidade de fazer coisas boas, nós temos uma capacidade de produzir o mal também. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;Quer saber, não vou me igualar aos homens-azudemes que existem nessa sociabilidade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;O que vou fazer é juntar os caquinhos e amar de novo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2173463821236883852-7584546835091163458?l=lpipa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lpipa.blogspot.com/feeds/7584546835091163458/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2173463821236883852&amp;postID=7584546835091163458' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2173463821236883852/posts/default/7584546835091163458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2173463821236883852/posts/default/7584546835091163458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lpipa.blogspot.com/2009/04/justando-os-caquinhos.html' title='Juntando os caquinhos'/><author><name>PIPA - Mulher - 22 anos -</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03205863786422762037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wqJc7pa-9zw/SlzsYjA4jDI/AAAAAAAAAL8/Y2N87C1UsOI/S220/cris+pipa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2173463821236883852.post-1944073133387640151</id><published>2009-03-25T14:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T14:18:49.019-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Um Sem.</title><content type='html'>Um momento de muita coisa pra fazer e produzir muito mais.&lt;br /&gt;Um tempo de energia, mas ao mesmo tempo de paz.&lt;br /&gt;Um mergulho no conhecimento de mim mesma.&lt;br /&gt;Um amadurecimento real e sem dor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sem querer pensar em problemas.&lt;br /&gt;Sem querer causar problema algum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um momento de vontades, mas sem desejos.&lt;br /&gt;Uma construção devagar e precisa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sem medos.&lt;br /&gt;Sem coragem.&lt;br /&gt;Sem valores construídos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um abraço, sem beijo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sem partida, só despedida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um thau&lt;br /&gt;Sem culpa.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2173463821236883852-1944073133387640151?l=lpipa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lpipa.blogspot.com/feeds/1944073133387640151/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2173463821236883852&amp;postID=1944073133387640151' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2173463821236883852/posts/default/1944073133387640151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2173463821236883852/posts/default/1944073133387640151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lpipa.blogspot.com/2009/03/um-sem.html' title='Um Sem.'/><author><name>PIPA - Mulher - 22 anos -</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03205863786422762037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wqJc7pa-9zw/SlzsYjA4jDI/AAAAAAAAAL8/Y2N87C1UsOI/S220/cris+pipa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2173463821236883852.post-4429876010534505493</id><published>2009-03-11T14:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T14:24:03.704-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Amanhã sempre será um outro dia</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330033;"&gt;Estou farta e cansada de muita coisa que gestam-se da hipocrisia da gente. Não suporto mais mentiras, nem as minhas, muito menos as dos outros. Já vivi uma mentira e sei o quanto me dá asco agora.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330033;"&gt;Eu preciso só ser livre. Livre de mim mesma. Das hipocrisias que ainda insistem em querer sair dentro de mim. Tenho que ser livre das minhas mentiras. Ser livre do meu medo de sentir dor; ela é inevitável e eu não posso mais adiar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330033;"&gt;Tenho ainda medo. Mas pode ser que seja só uma instinto de proteção e de autoproteção. Medo do desconhecido, até porquê não se conhece o desconhecido; este que sempre chega no segundo posterior. O tempo que se desconhece. Este que é uma via de mão única. Sempre pra frente. Mostrando pra gente que as coisas que passaram, passaram.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330033;"&gt;Se voltarem, um alguém, ou uma situação, será, com certeza, em circusntâncias distintas. Que fugirão de nossas mãos saber em que estágio estaremos modificados, ou até mesmo transformados.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330033;"&gt;A vida anda sempre pra frente. E eu não consigo olhar ora trás e contnuar sentido as mesmas coisas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330033;"&gt;Hoje eu sou mais forte e madura. Mas ainda um alguém covarde e amedrotado. MAs sei que amanhã sempre será um outro dia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2173463821236883852-4429876010534505493?l=lpipa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lpipa.blogspot.com/feeds/4429876010534505493/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2173463821236883852&amp;postID=4429876010534505493' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2173463821236883852/posts/default/4429876010534505493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2173463821236883852/posts/default/4429876010534505493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lpipa.blogspot.com/2009/03/amanha-sempre-sera-um-outro-dia.html' title='Amanhã sempre será um outro dia'/><author><name>PIPA - Mulher - 22 anos -</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03205863786422762037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wqJc7pa-9zw/SlzsYjA4jDI/AAAAAAAAAL8/Y2N87C1UsOI/S220/cris+pipa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2173463821236883852.post-1701281635200931355</id><published>2009-03-10T13:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T14:30:05.301-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Uma Nova  Chance - parte 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;O meu sangue está jorrando.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;A dor não me parece nada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;As lágrimas que caem dos meus olhos já não me tocam.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;O meu corpo caído parece que quer voar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;A minha voz já não tem mais forças.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;A minha mente roda, roda, mas não vai a lugar nenhum.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;Na minha imagem de um mergulho sem volta, nas águas mais obscuras que já existiram... não há mais superfície.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;Tudo é um vazio, um nada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;Um desespero sem reação, sem grito. Sem vontade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;Alguém que não pede mais desculpas. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;Alguém que não pede mais socorro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;Alguém que não sente mais nada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;Parto-me de mim mesma.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;De repente algo acontece, as águas turvas se tornam tépidas e há uma luz, que sigo sem saber porquê, nem pra onde, nem pra quê.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;Um alguém me toca, me puxa de lá com violência... meus olhos não conseguem abrir e eu não sei onde estou.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;Respirar parece difícil, mas a cada segundo eu consigo mais e mais.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;Um alguém me mostra o mundo de cabeça pra baixo e parece tudo novo, como se eu nunca tivesse estado ali e visto aquelas pessoas e coisas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;Quando as coisas me parecem está agradáveis, M&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;e batem...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;Uma, duas vezes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;De repente um choro sai da minha garganta. (Eu ainda sinto alguma coisa).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;É um prelúdio de uma nova vida, aos prantos... que de uma maneira secamente irônica me diz: essa é a sua mais nova chance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;(continua...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2173463821236883852-1701281635200931355?l=lpipa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lpipa.blogspot.com/feeds/1701281635200931355/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2173463821236883852&amp;postID=1701281635200931355' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2173463821236883852/posts/default/1701281635200931355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2173463821236883852/posts/default/1701281635200931355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lpipa.blogspot.com/2009/03/sua-mais-nova-chance.html' title='Uma Nova  Chance - parte 1'/><author><name>PIPA - Mulher - 22 anos -</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03205863786422762037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wqJc7pa-9zw/SlzsYjA4jDI/AAAAAAAAAL8/Y2N87C1UsOI/S220/cris+pipa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2173463821236883852.post-6170579610740425670</id><published>2009-03-09T12:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T12:45:34.036-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;Estou deixando a vida me levar...&lt;br /&gt;Talvez porque eu seja covarde demais pra intervir, ou não me sinta a vontade pra mudar a minha vida, hoje.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prefiro acreditar que estou me sentindo confortável nesta situação.&lt;br /&gt;O que não quer dizer que eu esteja bem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas enfim, eu estou sendo levada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas como se sabe: A mudança é a lei da vida!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De repente, vai que eu queira mudar a vida e transforme tudo, ou quase tudo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por isso é que existe o livre arbitrio. Todos temos, poucos sabem usar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu por exemplo não sei usar ainda, por isso, passo pela vida, assim, de maneira covarde (ainda).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2173463821236883852-6170579610740425670?l=lpipa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lpipa.blogspot.com/feeds/6170579610740425670/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2173463821236883852&amp;postID=6170579610740425670' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2173463821236883852/posts/default/6170579610740425670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2173463821236883852/posts/default/6170579610740425670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lpipa.blogspot.com/2009/03/estou-deixando-vida-me-levar.html' title=''/><author><name>PIPA - Mulher - 22 anos -</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03205863786422762037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wqJc7pa-9zw/SlzsYjA4jDI/AAAAAAAAAL8/Y2N87C1UsOI/S220/cris+pipa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2173463821236883852.post-1504150461018365894</id><published>2009-02-07T17:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T12:03:04.508-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;"Suponho que me entender não é uma questão de inteligência e sim de sentir, de entrar em contato. Ou toca ou não toca&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Clarice Lispector&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2173463821236883852-1504150461018365894?l=lpipa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lpipa.blogspot.com/feeds/1504150461018365894/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2173463821236883852&amp;postID=1504150461018365894' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2173463821236883852/posts/default/1504150461018365894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2173463821236883852/posts/default/1504150461018365894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lpipa.blogspot.com/2009/02/suponho-que-me-entender-nao-e-uma.html' title=''/><author><name>PIPA - Mulher - 22 anos -</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03205863786422762037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wqJc7pa-9zw/SlzsYjA4jDI/AAAAAAAAAL8/Y2N87C1UsOI/S220/cris+pipa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2173463821236883852.post-2798168740342258517</id><published>2009-02-07T17:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T17:47:40.809-08:00</updated><title type='text'>SENTIR (Super Super!)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Sentimentos são nossos sentidos mais puros, sinceros.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Pode ser amor ou ódio. Tem q ser sentido e expulso de dentro da nossa cabeça/coração.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Assim na lata, assim, como o agora; como a vida, vivida segundo a segundo, sem parar. Pulsando.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Não se pode deixar o tempo passar, sem sentir. Não se pode sentir, sem deixar o tempo passar. É uma via de mão única. De maneira inevitálvel. De forma impensada. Só sentir. Sentimento.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Se vc sente a emoção, fale e sinta como se não houvesse outra maneira de viver. Não há outra possibilidade. É uma vida só.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Tipo uma ferida quando dói,&lt;br /&gt;não se pode esperar qndo se estar sagrando.&lt;br /&gt;É assim também a nossa emoção,&lt;br /&gt;temos que sermos leais com os nossos sentimentos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Dói, mas cura.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2173463821236883852-2798168740342258517?l=lpipa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lpipa.blogspot.com/feeds/2798168740342258517/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2173463821236883852&amp;postID=2798168740342258517' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2173463821236883852/posts/default/2798168740342258517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2173463821236883852/posts/default/2798168740342258517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lpipa.blogspot.com/2009/02/sentir.html' title='SENTIR (Super Super!)'/><author><name>PIPA - Mulher - 22 anos -</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03205863786422762037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wqJc7pa-9zw/SlzsYjA4jDI/AAAAAAAAAL8/Y2N87C1UsOI/S220/cris+pipa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2173463821236883852.post-8633668132791036683</id><published>2009-02-02T13:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T13:10:53.719-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;"Ninguém pode voltar e criar um novo início, mas todo mundo pode começar hoje e criar um novo final" autor desconhecido.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2173463821236883852-8633668132791036683?l=lpipa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lpipa.blogspot.com/feeds/8633668132791036683/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2173463821236883852&amp;postID=8633668132791036683' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2173463821236883852/posts/default/8633668132791036683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2173463821236883852/posts/default/8633668132791036683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lpipa.blogspot.com/2009/02/ninguem-pode-voltar-e-criar-um-novo.html' title=''/><author><name>PIPA - Mulher - 22 anos -</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03205863786422762037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wqJc7pa-9zw/SlzsYjA4jDI/AAAAAAAAAL8/Y2N87C1UsOI/S220/cris+pipa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2173463821236883852.post-6056689029686366017</id><published>2009-01-17T09:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-17T09:48:04.372-08:00</updated><title type='text'>PERFEIÇÃO</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;A noite passou devagar... mas mesmo assim sem se perceber.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;Eu pensei que vivia acordada e realmente estava, só que agora estou sonhando e não quero mais  acordar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;O amor que eu perseguia de repente me bateu a porta e eu abri... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;Não tenho medo de amar... só de amar e  decepcionar-me... mas preciso correr o risco, não me importo de não dar certo, mas eu só preciso perseguir quem é a VERDADE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;Porque o amor é assim &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;a verdade que se deve perseguir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2173463821236883852-6056689029686366017?l=lpipa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lpipa.blogspot.com/feeds/6056689029686366017/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2173463821236883852&amp;postID=6056689029686366017' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2173463821236883852/posts/default/6056689029686366017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2173463821236883852/posts/default/6056689029686366017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lpipa.blogspot.com/2009/01/perfeio.html' title='PERFEIÇÃO'/><author><name>PIPA - Mulher - 22 anos -</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03205863786422762037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wqJc7pa-9zw/SlzsYjA4jDI/AAAAAAAAAL8/Y2N87C1UsOI/S220/cris+pipa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2173463821236883852.post-6868240139984651488</id><published>2008-12-31T08:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T09:07:27.300-08:00</updated><title type='text'>2000INOVE....   **** 9!****</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;Bom essa manhã fikei pensando sobre como iria Inovar em 2009....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;Hum, sei não hein.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;Namoro, amores, estudos, trabalho, amigos...não quero não inovar não. Acho que estou bem(!), amigas e amigos legais, estudos certinhos, fazendo o que gosto...escrevendo, amando, me divertindo... chorando quando tenho que chorar, amando quando tenho que amar, bebendo quando a hora é de beber e parando quando a placa aponta o STOP! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;Acho que INOVAR não, talvéz um outro dia, quero mais é REINVENTAR.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;Talvéz uma maneira mais louca de viver, mas certa de acontecer. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;Uma maneira mais intensa de amar, mais DOCE de gostar. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;Talvéz um gosto mais amargo de se provar nos meus desconcertos nada constantes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;Uma briga pra não esquecer de me desculpar. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;Quero viver mais o infinito, mais os olhos vivos, mais os amores escondidos, mais os amores mais que perdidos, os amores mais que longinquos, mais que sumidos, mais que ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;Quero viver mais. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;VIDA pra todo mundo &lt;strong&gt;9!&lt;/strong&gt; pra que possam me acompanhar nesta mais nova jornada que começa, sem que mesmo se haja fim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2173463821236883852-6868240139984651488?l=lpipa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lpipa.blogspot.com/feeds/6868240139984651488/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2173463821236883852&amp;postID=6868240139984651488' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2173463821236883852/posts/default/6868240139984651488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2173463821236883852/posts/default/6868240139984651488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lpipa.blogspot.com/2008/12/2000inove-9.html' title='2000INOVE....   **** 9!****'/><author><name>PIPA - Mulher - 22 anos -</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03205863786422762037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wqJc7pa-9zw/SlzsYjA4jDI/AAAAAAAAAL8/Y2N87C1UsOI/S220/cris+pipa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2173463821236883852.post-2794503248691601556</id><published>2008-12-13T06:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T06:43:30.966-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lual MAravilha : AMADURESSÊNCIA</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wqJc7pa-9zw/SUPFgsQui3I/AAAAAAAAAHg/OczKEs79Tgo/s1600-h/laise.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279280353636158322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wqJc7pa-9zw/SUPFgsQui3I/AAAAAAAAAHg/OczKEs79Tgo/s400/laise.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt; Esse dia pra mim, na verdade há exatos uma semana, no dia 6 de dezembro, no Lual Maravilha... não foi na verdade uma maravilha, ao contrário, foi uma noite muito dificil (pra mim).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;Quem me enxerga, mesmo nas minhas contradições, nos meus conflitos, nos meus mais claros mistérios, me viu estressada, aturdida, desconcertada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;Que me desfaleci, quebrei-me, desfiz-me, tanto que me partir, já não me conheço ,... conjuguei-me, construi-me... num processo de contração, como o mar, na Ressaca, a maré cheia ... minha expansão ! - assim como o universo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;Essa fui eu no meu processo do conhecer-me. Estou aprendendo a viver.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;Só tenho a dizer: que na Amargura estou amadurescendo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;E essa é a essência: da amaduresssência.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2173463821236883852-2794503248691601556?l=lpipa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lpipa.blogspot.com/feeds/2794503248691601556/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2173463821236883852&amp;postID=2794503248691601556' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2173463821236883852/posts/default/2794503248691601556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2173463821236883852/posts/default/2794503248691601556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lpipa.blogspot.com/2008/12/lual-maravilha-amaduressncia.html' title='Lual MAravilha : AMADURESSÊNCIA'/><author><name>PIPA - Mulher - 22 anos -</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03205863786422762037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wqJc7pa-9zw/SlzsYjA4jDI/AAAAAAAAAL8/Y2N87C1UsOI/S220/cris+pipa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wqJc7pa-9zw/SUPFgsQui3I/AAAAAAAAAHg/OczKEs79Tgo/s72-c/laise.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2173463821236883852.post-5758204284471332046</id><published>2008-12-08T08:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T08:55:21.905-08:00</updated><title type='text'>SALVADOR -BA</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wqJc7pa-9zw/ST1PwJGmsYI/AAAAAAAAAHI/gHFLys7aZss/s1600-h/barraca+3+laise.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277462026844025218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 160px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 120px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wqJc7pa-9zw/ST1PwJGmsYI/AAAAAAAAAHI/gHFLys7aZss/s400/barraca+3+laise.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Armando a barraca no SRFPMESS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wqJc7pa-9zw/ST1PwIPrGJI/AAAAAAAAAHA/IqRnCbjOptI/s1600-h/Salvador+laise.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277462026613627026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 160px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 120px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wqJc7pa-9zw/ST1PwIPrGJI/AAAAAAAAAHA/IqRnCbjOptI/s400/Salvador+laise.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277462031268816034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 160px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 120px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wqJc7pa-9zw/ST1PwZljpKI/AAAAAAAAAHY/Nq3JMLNv8yc/s400/Bagun%C3%A7a+laise%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que bagunça hein?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wqJc7pa-9zw/ST1PJXoQNzI/AAAAAAAAAGY/XReEqGhFNnk/s1600-h/por+do+sol+salvador.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277461360728356658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 160px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 120px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wqJc7pa-9zw/ST1PJXoQNzI/AAAAAAAAAGY/XReEqGhFNnk/s400/por+do+sol+salvador.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pôr do sol... Praia de Porto da Barra.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wqJc7pa-9zw/ST1PLM_Ao5I/AAAAAAAAAG4/oSFxl-f3-Pc/s1600-h/salvador+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277461392230753170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 160px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 120px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wqJc7pa-9zw/ST1PLM_Ao5I/AAAAAAAAAG4/oSFxl-f3-Pc/s400/salvador+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wqJc7pa-9zw/ST1PKzR38_I/AAAAAAAAAGw/wBH1sCjf5JU/s1600-h/Salvador+praia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277461385330553842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 160px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 120px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wqJc7pa-9zw/ST1PKzR38_I/AAAAAAAAAGw/wBH1sCjf5JU/s400/Salvador+praia.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wqJc7pa-9zw/ST1PJmyEH4I/AAAAAAAAAGo/Ofi3ri9ZPjE/s1600-h/elevador+laise.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277461364796039042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 160px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 120px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wqJc7pa-9zw/ST1PJmyEH4I/AAAAAAAAAGo/Ofi3ri9ZPjE/s400/elevador+laise.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wqJc7pa-9zw/ST1PJoWnHcI/AAAAAAAAAGg/H6im9Izh9Sc/s1600-h/praia+laise.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277461365217762754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 160px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 120px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wqJc7pa-9zw/ST1PJoWnHcI/AAAAAAAAAGg/H6im9Izh9Sc/s400/praia+laise.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/2173463821236883852-5758204284471332046?l=lpipa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lpipa.blogspot.com/feeds/5758204284471332046/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2173463821236883852&amp;postID=5758204284471332046' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2173463821236883852/posts/default/5758204284471332046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2173463821236883852/posts/default/5758204284471332046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lpipa.blogspot.com/2008/12/salvador-ba.html' title='SALVADOR -BA'/><author><name>PIPA - Mulher - 22 anos -</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03205863786422762037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wqJc7pa-9zw/SlzsYjA4jDI/AAAAAAAAAL8/Y2N87C1UsOI/S220/cris+pipa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wqJc7pa-9zw/ST1PwJGmsYI/AAAAAAAAAHI/gHFLys7aZss/s72-c/barraca+3+laise.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2173463821236883852.post-2921808035769616480</id><published>2008-12-03T08:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T08:16:10.224-08:00</updated><title type='text'>À Flor da Pele</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;Estavamos eu e você... à flor da pele.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;Onde andava meu pensamento?!?!?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;Viajava e voava mais alto que o monóxido de carbono mais sem graça solto na atmosfera terrestre.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;Ai...que sabor mais demorado, tinha gosto de naum ter mais fim e no ritmo intenso de infinitude...meus olhos não iriam mais abrir&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2173463821236883852-2921808035769616480?l=lpipa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lpipa.blogspot.com/feeds/2921808035769616480/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2173463821236883852&amp;postID=2921808035769616480' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2173463821236883852/posts/default/2921808035769616480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2173463821236883852/posts/default/2921808035769616480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lpipa.blogspot.com/2008/12/flor-da-pele.html' title='À Flor da Pele'/><author><name>PIPA - Mulher - 22 anos -</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03205863786422762037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wqJc7pa-9zw/SlzsYjA4jDI/AAAAAAAAAL8/Y2N87C1UsOI/S220/cris+pipa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2173463821236883852.post-8206806703186957694</id><published>2008-11-18T12:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T12:09:32.170-08:00</updated><title type='text'>&gt;.........,&lt;</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Estou amarga,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;mas não são sentimentos, nem sentidos, são apenas gostos, odores.. de carraspanas sem razões e Melancolias desconcertadas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2173463821236883852-8206806703186957694?l=lpipa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lpipa.blogspot.com/feeds/8206806703186957694/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2173463821236883852&amp;postID=8206806703186957694' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2173463821236883852/posts/default/8206806703186957694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2173463821236883852/posts/default/8206806703186957694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lpipa.blogspot.com/2008/11/blog-post.html' title='&gt;.........,&lt;'/><author><name>PIPA - Mulher - 22 anos -</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03205863786422762037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wqJc7pa-9zw/SlzsYjA4jDI/AAAAAAAAAL8/Y2N87C1UsOI/S220/cris+pipa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2173463821236883852.post-8438198499355911890</id><published>2008-11-15T07:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T08:09:03.698-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fotos João Pessoa</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268914073614193762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 195px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 215px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wqJc7pa-9zw/SR7xbx3UlGI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/yVvghSKJgIk/s400/shop.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHOPPING TAMBAÚ MANAÍRA.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wqJc7pa-9zw/SR7xbiujeoI/AAAAAAAAAGI/9GCDyBjIWfo/s1600-h/laise+21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268914069550889602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 179px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 118px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wqJc7pa-9zw/SR7xbiujeoI/AAAAAAAAAGI/9GCDyBjIWfo/s400/laise+21.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VAL, CIDA, CLAUDIA, GHEYSON.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wqJc7pa-9zw/SR7xbjrwVHI/AAAAAAAAAGA/vRCEF8n2gGE/s1600-h/laise+20.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268914069807584370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 160px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 109px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wqJc7pa-9zw/SR7xbjrwVHI/AAAAAAAAAGA/vRCEF8n2gGE/s400/laise+20.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; GHEYSON, VAL....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wqJc7pa-9zw/SR7xbh3z5AI/AAAAAAAAAF4/YoGpj4xnt64/s1600-h/laise+19.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268914069321278466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 160px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 109px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wqJc7pa-9zw/SR7xbh3z5AI/AAAAAAAAAF4/YoGpj4xnt64/s400/laise+19.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wqJc7pa-9zw/SR7xbQXpLlI/AAAAAAAAAFw/bVANjEiKifA/s1600-h/laise+18.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268914064622956114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 160px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 119px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wqJc7pa-9zw/SR7xbQXpLlI/AAAAAAAAAFw/bVANjEiKifA/s400/laise+18.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; GHEYSON E EU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wqJc7pa-9zw/SR7xPB0WmqI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/WIJxm3jX0_s/s1600-h/laise+13.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268913854558411426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 160px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 215px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wqJc7pa-9zw/SR7xPB0WmqI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/WIJxm3jX0_s/s400/laise+13.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wqJc7pa-9zw/SR7xP-C6MbI/AAAAAAAAAFo/tSd0I5OwiEY/s1600-h/laise+17.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268913870725591474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 160px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 108px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wqJc7pa-9zw/SR7xP-C6MbI/AAAAAAAAAFo/tSd0I5OwiEY/s400/laise+17.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CLAUDIA, GHEYSON, E EU.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wqJc7pa-9zw/SR7xPnSk5pI/AAAAAAAAAFg/iO_7DaoheKc/s1600-h/laise+16.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268913864617289362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 160px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 109px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wqJc7pa-9zw/SR7xPnSk5pI/AAAAAAAAAFg/iO_7DaoheKc/s400/laise+16.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; ESSE AÍ FOI UM ITALIANO QUE CONHECEMOS LÁ NA ORLA........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wqJc7pa-9zw/SR7xPZU3SCI/AAAAAAAAAFY/vKOKTp2uVDg/s1600-h/laise+14.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268913860868786210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 160px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 108px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wqJc7pa-9zw/SR7xPZU3SCI/AAAAAAAAAFY/vKOKTp2uVDg/s400/laise+14.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wqJc7pa-9zw/SR7xOwxrr_I/AAAAAAAAAFI/3klNFyTyq8w/s1600-h/laise+12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268913849983807474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 160px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 119px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wqJc7pa-9zw/SR7xOwxrr_I/AAAAAAAAAFI/3klNFyTyq8w/s400/laise+12.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wqJc7pa-9zw/SR7w_e60bbI/AAAAAAAAAFA/be7Lrpegvfg/s1600-h/laise+11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268913587492253106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 160px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 108px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wqJc7pa-9zw/SR7w_e60bbI/AAAAAAAAAFA/be7Lrpegvfg/s400/laise+11.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;TRABALHANDO.............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wqJc7pa-9zw/SR7w_Viz_7I/AAAAAAAAAE4/4PM5MMkkQg8/s1600-h/laise+10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268913584975642546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 160px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 119px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wqJc7pa-9zw/SR7w_Viz_7I/AAAAAAAAAE4/4PM5MMkkQg8/s400/laise+10.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268913582886467570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 160px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 119px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wqJc7pa-9zw/SR7w_Nwtt_I/AAAAAAAAAEw/Omi7O7U1iz0/s400/laise+9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;NO SHOPPING TAMBAÚ MANAÍRA.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268913578516746914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 160px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 119px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wqJc7pa-9zw/SR7w-9e5EqI/AAAAAAAAAEo/oKnkb75T1Hk/s400/laise+7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wqJc7pa-9zw/SR7ww8yr-LI/AAAAAAAAAEY/ztfZE2ybxfM/s1600-h/laise+5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268913337813170354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 160px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 109px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wqJc7pa-9zw/SR7ww8yr-LI/AAAAAAAAAEY/ztfZE2ybxfM/s400/laise+5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; NA CASA DA PÓLVORA........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wqJc7pa-9zw/SR7wwmIGGSI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/TFPOLXZIsFQ/s1600-h/laise+4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268913331728947490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 160px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 120px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wqJc7pa-9zw/SR7wwmIGGSI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/TFPOLXZIsFQ/s400/laise+4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; NO CENTRO HISTÓRICO.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wqJc7pa-9zw/SR7wwrL_kQI/AAAAAAAAAEI/FQpkkDNlEAM/s1600-h/laise+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268913333087473922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 160px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 120px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wqJc7pa-9zw/SR7wwrL_kQI/AAAAAAAAAEI/FQpkkDNlEAM/s400/laise+3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NUMA IGREJA NO CENTRO HISTÓRICO......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wqJc7pa-9zw/SR7wwSMl7uI/AAAAAAAAAEA/ms1k1Xsh4k4/s1600-h/laise+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268913326379101922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 160px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 120px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wqJc7pa-9zw/SR7wwSMl7uI/AAAAAAAAAEA/ms1k1Xsh4k4/s400/laise+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wqJc7pa-9zw/SR7wwa5agjI/AAAAAAAAAD4/9oLuXa0ZbkA/s1600-h/laise.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268913328714580530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 160px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 120px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wqJc7pa-9zw/SR7wwa5agjI/AAAAAAAAAD4/9oLuXa0ZbkA/s400/laise.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/2173463821236883852-8438198499355911890?l=lpipa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lpipa.blogspot.com/feeds/8438198499355911890/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2173463821236883852&amp;postID=8438198499355911890' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2173463821236883852/posts/default/8438198499355911890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2173463821236883852/posts/default/8438198499355911890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lpipa.blogspot.com/2008/11/fotos-joo-pessoa.html' title='Fotos João Pessoa'/><author><name>PIPA - Mulher - 22 anos -</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03205863786422762037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wqJc7pa-9zw/SlzsYjA4jDI/AAAAAAAAAL8/Y2N87C1UsOI/S220/cris+pipa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wqJc7pa-9zw/SR7xbx3UlGI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/yVvghSKJgIk/s72-c/shop.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2173463821236883852.post-9106667458847798820</id><published>2008-11-09T14:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T14:28:05.139-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Saudades..............</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wqJc7pa-9zw/SRdjT07M9gI/AAAAAAAAADo/LagqIyVrf9Y/s1600-h/morrer+de+saudades.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266787481508705794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wqJc7pa-9zw/SRdjT07M9gI/AAAAAAAAADo/LagqIyVrf9Y/s400/morrer+de+saudades.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#330033;"&gt;Vou morrer de saudades............&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#330033;"&gt;MAs eu Volto (!!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2173463821236883852-9106667458847798820?l=lpipa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lpipa.blogspot.com/feeds/9106667458847798820/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2173463821236883852&amp;postID=9106667458847798820' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2173463821236883852/posts/default/9106667458847798820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2173463821236883852/posts/default/9106667458847798820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lpipa.blogspot.com/2008/11/saudades.html' title='Saudades..............'/><author><name>PIPA - Mulher - 22 anos -</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03205863786422762037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wqJc7pa-9zw/SlzsYjA4jDI/AAAAAAAAAL8/Y2N87C1UsOI/S220/cris+pipa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wqJc7pa-9zw/SRdjT07M9gI/AAAAAAAAADo/LagqIyVrf9Y/s72-c/morrer+de+saudades.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2173463821236883852.post-7023257568589742859</id><published>2008-11-08T08:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-08T08:24:05.283-08:00</updated><title type='text'>JOÃO PESSOA</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wqJc7pa-9zw/SRW855UwlwI/AAAAAAAAADg/jRZIn2zLZ0Q/s1600-h/mapa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266323042106119938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 161px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wqJc7pa-9zw/SRW855UwlwI/AAAAAAAAADg/jRZIn2zLZ0Q/s400/mapa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;ONDE DEVO ESTAR POR UMA SEMANA.......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2173463821236883852-7023257568589742859?l=lpipa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lpipa.blogspot.com/feeds/7023257568589742859/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2173463821236883852&amp;postID=7023257568589742859' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2173463821236883852/posts/default/7023257568589742859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2173463821236883852/posts/default/7023257568589742859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lpipa.blogspot.com/2008/11/joo-pessoa.html' title='JOÃO PESSOA'/><author><name>PIPA - Mulher - 22 anos -</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03205863786422762037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wqJc7pa-9zw/SlzsYjA4jDI/AAAAAAAAAL8/Y2N87C1UsOI/S220/cris+pipa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wqJc7pa-9zw/SRW855UwlwI/AAAAAAAAADg/jRZIn2zLZ0Q/s72-c/mapa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2173463821236883852.post-1574491812635169417</id><published>2008-11-08T08:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-08T08:16:02.611-08:00</updated><title type='text'>SAUDADE DA RAZÃO</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wqJc7pa-9zw/SRW696RbhkI/AAAAAAAAADQ/H9a_OivMcws/s1600-h/andando.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266320912056813122" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 160px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 120px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wqJc7pa-9zw/SRW696RbhkI/AAAAAAAAADQ/H9a_OivMcws/s400/andando.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wqJc7pa-9zw/SRW6xZdaTQI/AAAAAAAAADI/PbtqKxX10DY/s1600-h/sol+faixa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266320697090264322" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wqJc7pa-9zw/SRW6xZdaTQI/AAAAAAAAADI/PbtqKxX10DY/s400/sol+faixa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wqJc7pa-9zw/SRW6xGOdEwI/AAAAAAAAADA/w-LZOuaAx74/s1600-h/trÃªs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266320691927257858" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 160px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 120px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wqJc7pa-9zw/SRW6xGOdEwI/AAAAAAAAADA/w-LZOuaAx74/s400/tr%C3%AAs.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wqJc7pa-9zw/SRW69yuKKbI/AAAAAAAAADY/pH0TgrzHoLA/s1600-h/bebendo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266320910029826482" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 160px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 120px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wqJc7pa-9zw/SRW69yuKKbI/AAAAAAAAADY/pH0TgrzHoLA/s400/bebendo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/2173463821236883852-1574491812635169417?l=lpipa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lpipa.blogspot.com/feeds/1574491812635169417/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2173463821236883852&amp;postID=1574491812635169417' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2173463821236883852/posts/default/1574491812635169417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2173463821236883852/posts/default/1574491812635169417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lpipa.blogspot.com/2008/11/saudade-da-razo.html' title='SAUDADE DA RAZÃO'/><author><name>PIPA - Mulher - 22 anos -</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03205863786422762037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wqJc7pa-9zw/SlzsYjA4jDI/AAAAAAAAAL8/Y2N87C1UsOI/S220/cris+pipa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wqJc7pa-9zw/SRW696RbhkI/AAAAAAAAADQ/H9a_OivMcws/s72-c/andando.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2173463821236883852.post-2860945286668066990</id><published>2008-11-08T08:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-08T08:07:37.918-08:00</updated><title type='text'>FAZ PARTE DE MIM</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wqJc7pa-9zw/SRW5GfR_5pI/AAAAAAAAACY/gO1r-fIat-s/s1600-h/eu.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266318860407006866" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wqJc7pa-9zw/SRW5GfR_5pI/AAAAAAAAACY/gO1r-fIat-s/s400/eu.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wqJc7pa-9zw/SRW5Hdkg3JI/AAAAAAAAAC4/9ij5PkEKez8/s1600-h/will.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266318877127662738" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 160px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 120px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wqJc7pa-9zw/SRW5Hdkg3JI/AAAAAAAAAC4/9ij5PkEKez8/s400/will.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wqJc7pa-9zw/SRW5HWMdgXI/AAAAAAAAACw/DFGeM-2bS3Y/s1600-h/eu+e+carol.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266318875147731314" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 160px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 120px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wqJc7pa-9zw/SRW5HWMdgXI/AAAAAAAAACw/DFGeM-2bS3Y/s400/eu+e+carol.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wqJc7pa-9zw/SRW5HHK407I/AAAAAAAAACo/LmxJezipcnc/s1600-h/eu+tbm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266318871114601394" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 160px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 120px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wqJc7pa-9zw/SRW5HHK407I/AAAAAAAAACo/LmxJezipcnc/s400/eu+tbm.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wqJc7pa-9zw/SRW5G13pboI/AAAAAAAAACg/yPYggdkq_O8/s1600-h/eu+e+fÃª.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266318866470497922" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wqJc7pa-9zw/SRW5G13pboI/AAAAAAAAACg/yPYggdkq_O8/s400/eu+e+f%C3%AA.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/2173463821236883852-2860945286668066990?l=lpipa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lpipa.blogspot.com/feeds/2860945286668066990/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2173463821236883852&amp;postID=2860945286668066990' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2173463821236883852/posts/default/2860945286668066990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2173463821236883852/posts/default/2860945286668066990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lpipa.blogspot.com/2008/11/faz-parte-de-mim.html' title='FAZ PARTE DE MIM'/><author><name>PIPA - Mulher - 22 anos -</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03205863786422762037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wqJc7pa-9zw/SlzsYjA4jDI/AAAAAAAAAL8/Y2N87C1UsOI/S220/cris+pipa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wqJc7pa-9zw/SRW5GfR_5pI/AAAAAAAAACY/gO1r-fIat-s/s72-c/eu.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2173463821236883852.post-85460516212250398</id><published>2008-11-06T08:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T08:50:20.262-08:00</updated><title type='text'>AMIGOS</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;“Amigo é pedra de toque,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;Divino na expressão,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;Aquele que se apresentaseja em qualquer estação.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;Amigo agasalha do frio,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;Casa mata contra os ventos canoa nas invernias brisa suave no verão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;Amigo porto seguro de outro porto saudade sentevelejando na emoção amigos...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;Coisa de gente bonita,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;Amigos... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;Dança infinita no palco do coração."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2173463821236883852-85460516212250398?l=lpipa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lpipa.blogspot.com/feeds/85460516212250398/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2173463821236883852&amp;postID=85460516212250398' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2173463821236883852/posts/default/85460516212250398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2173463821236883852/posts/default/85460516212250398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lpipa.blogspot.com/2008/11/amigos.html' title='AMIGOS'/><author><name>PIPA - Mulher - 22 anos -</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03205863786422762037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wqJc7pa-9zw/SlzsYjA4jDI/AAAAAAAAAL8/Y2N87C1UsOI/S220/cris+pipa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2173463821236883852.post-5623080710380434754</id><published>2008-10-26T09:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T09:53:52.412-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wqJc7pa-9zw/SQSdNEhwuTI/AAAAAAAAACQ/p-5_8x5ji78/s1600-h/GABI+TM.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261503112554789170" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wqJc7pa-9zw/SQSdNEhwuTI/AAAAAAAAACQ/p-5_8x5ji78/s400/GABI+TM.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um sarau...um espetáculo....um show....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Mais uma vez o Show do Teatro mágico faz parte dessa minha história.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me constrindo, me transformando, me fazendo sentir que "o mundo é perfeito"&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wqJc7pa-9zw/SQSdMluB23I/AAAAAAAAACI/6I1bGIDjhKA/s1600-h/FERNANDO+TM.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261503104284744562" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wqJc7pa-9zw/SQSdMluB23I/AAAAAAAAACI/6I1bGIDjhKA/s400/FERNANDO+TM.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E este show foi ainda  melhor que o outro: o espaço físico maior.... amigos, amigas, vontade de cantar, pular, curtir. (Bom quente estava, mas nada que me derrete-se ao ponto de não conseguir me divertir).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wqJc7pa-9zw/SQSdMnJr_nI/AAAAAAAAACA/zMWkhwXkqrk/s1600-h/TM+TRÃS.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261503104669187698" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wqJc7pa-9zw/SQSdMnJr_nI/AAAAAAAAACA/zMWkhwXkqrk/s400/TM+TR%C3%8AS.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Percebo que me lembrei deles"....só enquanto eu respirar".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2173463821236883852-5623080710380434754?l=lpipa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lpipa.blogspot.com/feeds/5623080710380434754/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2173463821236883852&amp;postID=5623080710380434754' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2173463821236883852/posts/default/5623080710380434754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2173463821236883852/posts/default/5623080710380434754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lpipa.blogspot.com/2008/10/um-sarau.html' title=''/><author><name>PIPA - Mulher - 22 anos -</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03205863786422762037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wqJc7pa-9zw/SlzsYjA4jDI/AAAAAAAAAL8/Y2N87C1UsOI/S220/cris+pipa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wqJc7pa-9zw/SQSdNEhwuTI/AAAAAAAAACQ/p-5_8x5ji78/s72-c/GABI+TM.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2173463821236883852.post-7408575228745193012</id><published>2008-10-26T09:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T09:35:14.907-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mas eu não sei na verdade quem eu sou..." O Teatro Magico</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;"Eu não sei na verdade quem eu sou já tentei calcular o meu valor &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Mas sempre encontro sorriso e o meu paraíso é onde estou &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Por que a gente é desse jeito? criando conceito pra tudo que restou &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Meninas... são bruxas e fadas &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Palhaço é um homem todo pintado de piadas &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Céu azul é o telhado do mundo inteiro &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Sonho é uma coisa que fica dentro do meu travesseiro &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Eu não sei na verdade quem eu sou Já tentei calcular o meu valor &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;E sempre encontro sorriso... e o meu paraíso é onde estou &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Eu não sei... na verdade quem eu sou &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Perguntar... da onde veio a vida por onde entrei... deve haver uma saída e tudo fica sustentado... pela fé &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Na verdade ninguém... sabe o que é &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Velhinhos são crianças nascidas faz tempo com água e farinha colo figurinha e foto em documento Escola! É onde a gente aprende palavrão... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Tambor no meu peito faz o batuque do meu coração &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Mas eu não sei na verdade quem eu sou &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Já tentei calcular o meu valor &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;E sempre encontro sorriso... e o meu paraíso é onde estou &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Eu não sei... na verdade quem eu sou &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Perceber que a cada minuto tem um olho chorando de alegria e outro chorando de luto tem louco pulando o muro, tem corpo pegando doença tem gente trepando no escuro, tem gente sentido ausência &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Meninas... são bruxas e fadas &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Palhaço é um homem todo pintado de piadas &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Céu azul é o telhado do mundo inteiro &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Sonho é uma coisa que fica dentro do meu travesseiro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Mas eu não sei na verdade quem eu sou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Já tentei caular o meu valor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Mas sempre encontro sorriso e o meu paraíso é onde estou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2173463821236883852-7408575228745193012?l=lpipa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lpipa.blogspot.com/feeds/7408575228745193012/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2173463821236883852&amp;postID=7408575228745193012' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2173463821236883852/posts/default/7408575228745193012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2173463821236883852/posts/default/7408575228745193012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lpipa.blogspot.com/2008/10/mas-eu-no-sei-na-verdade-quem-eu-sou-o.html' title='Mas eu não sei na verdade quem eu sou...&quot; O Teatro Magico'/><author><name>PIPA - Mulher - 22 anos -</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03205863786422762037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wqJc7pa-9zw/SlzsYjA4jDI/AAAAAAAAAL8/Y2N87C1UsOI/S220/cris+pipa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2173463821236883852.post-3730547577876886023</id><published>2008-10-04T10:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T10:04:41.938-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ALÉM DA TERRA, ALÉM DO CÉU</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;"Além da Terra, além do Céu,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;no trampolim do sem-fim das estrelas,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;no rastro dos astros,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;na magnólia das nebulosas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;Além, muito além do sistema solar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;até onde alcançam o pensamento e o coração,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;vamos!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;vamos conjugar o verbo fundamental essencial,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;o verbo transcendente, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;acima das gramáticas e do medo e da moeda e da política,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;o verbo sempreamar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;o verbo pluriamar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;razão de ser e de viver".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;(Carlos Drummond de Andrade)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2173463821236883852-3730547577876886023?l=lpipa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lpipa.blogspot.com/feeds/3730547577876886023/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2173463821236883852&amp;postID=3730547577876886023' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2173463821236883852/posts/default/3730547577876886023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2173463821236883852/posts/default/3730547577876886023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lpipa.blogspot.com/2008/10/alm-da-terra-alm-do-cu.html' title='ALÉM DA TERRA, ALÉM DO CÉU'/><author><name>PIPA - Mulher - 22 anos -</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03205863786422762037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wqJc7pa-9zw/SlzsYjA4jDI/AAAAAAAAAL8/Y2N87C1UsOI/S220/cris+pipa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2173463821236883852.post-801266496815946557</id><published>2008-10-02T16:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T16:08:47.487-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;"A Paciencia é um dom, o milagre é uma realização, e a energia que corre é amor". Darlan Lúcio&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2173463821236883852-801266496815946557?l=lpipa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lpipa.blogspot.com/feeds/801266496815946557/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2173463821236883852&amp;postID=801266496815946557' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2173463821236883852/posts/default/801266496815946557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2173463821236883852/posts/default/801266496815946557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lpipa.blogspot.com/2008/10/paciencia-um-dom-o-milagre-uma-realizao.html' title=''/><author><name>PIPA - Mulher - 22 anos -</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03205863786422762037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wqJc7pa-9zw/SlzsYjA4jDI/AAAAAAAAAL8/Y2N87C1UsOI/S220/cris+pipa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2173463821236883852.post-6839104938625556779</id><published>2008-10-02T15:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T16:00:13.856-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Que saudade da Razão!!!!!!!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Sinto a sua falta, de uma maneira ou de outra, sinto que você também.&lt;br /&gt;Olho nos teus olhos, enlouqueço, beijo os teus lábios, desfaleço.. Sinto o teu toque ,ensurdesso-me, nada existe além de você e o tempo, este não corre mais.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nossa que saudade da razão!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2173463821236883852-6839104938625556779?l=lpipa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lpipa.blogspot.com/feeds/6839104938625556779/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2173463821236883852&amp;postID=6839104938625556779' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2173463821236883852/posts/default/6839104938625556779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2173463821236883852/posts/default/6839104938625556779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lpipa.blogspot.com/2008/10/que-saudade-da-razo.html' title='Que saudade da Razão!!!!!!!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>PIPA - Mulher - 22 anos -</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03205863786422762037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wqJc7pa-9zw/SlzsYjA4jDI/AAAAAAAAAL8/Y2N87C1UsOI/S220/cris+pipa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2173463821236883852.post-2883415445844568787</id><published>2008-08-19T14:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T14:15:54.749-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>As vezes as pessoas nos desviam do nosso caminho incial e nos fazem tomar rumos muito diferentes dos previstos e objetivados por nós e pelos outros.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quantas vezes jà me deparei com pessoas que me fizeram mudar. Mudar de atitude, mudar o pensamento, mudar os valores, mudar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E nesse ritmo meio calmo e intenso ao mesmo tempo, sigo conhecendo e querendo conhecer  cada dia mais pessoas que me mudem, me transformem, me reinventem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que tal fazer isso comigo?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2173463821236883852-2883415445844568787?l=lpipa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lpipa.blogspot.com/feeds/2883415445844568787/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2173463821236883852&amp;postID=2883415445844568787' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2173463821236883852/posts/default/2883415445844568787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2173463821236883852/posts/default/2883415445844568787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lpipa.blogspot.com/2008/08/as-vezes-as-pessoas-nos-desviam-do.html' title=''/><author><name>PIPA - Mulher - 22 anos -</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03205863786422762037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wqJc7pa-9zw/SlzsYjA4jDI/AAAAAAAAAL8/Y2N87C1UsOI/S220/cris+pipa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2173463821236883852.post-6150519632119673929</id><published>2008-08-15T10:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-15T10:34:03.831-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Só pra você</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Morro a cada dia na sua espera, mais sei que o que sinto por você é tão especial que a vida passa, as pessoas passam, a vontade pode até passar, mas o amor e somente o amor nunca passará. Porque é só o amor que move todos os sentimentos, sejam eles bons ou ruins, pois, até os ruins é um tipo de amor desconcertado, um amor que ama de maneira errada e que ele acha que é certo... Descobri que precisamos estar distraídos o suficiente para nós pecebermos o amor que está dentro de nós, e é preciso esquecer de si e esquecer de todos para nos pecebermos um tanto apaixonados. Lembrar e esquecer ao mesmo tempo, do amor que está dentro de nós e que só espera um momento, um vago momento que seja, de distração da nossa atenção para agir nas nossas costas... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2173463821236883852-6150519632119673929?l=lpipa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lpipa.blogspot.com/feeds/6150519632119673929/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2173463821236883852&amp;postID=6150519632119673929' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2173463821236883852/posts/default/6150519632119673929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2173463821236883852/posts/default/6150519632119673929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lpipa.blogspot.com/2008/08/s-pra-voc.html' title='Só pra você'/><author><name>PIPA - Mulher - 22 anos -</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03205863786422762037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wqJc7pa-9zw/SlzsYjA4jDI/AAAAAAAAAL8/Y2N87C1UsOI/S220/cris+pipa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2173463821236883852.post-3705648494267339733</id><published>2008-08-15T09:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-15T09:56:06.321-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Solidão</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330033;"&gt;A solidão não significa estar só, ou não ter pessoas que te amem, ou familia, ou não ter amigos que te amem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330033;"&gt;Mas a solidão é ter tudo isso e ainda sim se sentir só.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2173463821236883852-3705648494267339733?l=lpipa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lpipa.blogspot.com/feeds/3705648494267339733/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2173463821236883852&amp;postID=3705648494267339733' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2173463821236883852/posts/default/3705648494267339733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2173463821236883852/posts/default/3705648494267339733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lpipa.blogspot.com/2008/08/solido.html' title='A Solidão'/><author><name>PIPA - Mulher - 22 anos -</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03205863786422762037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wqJc7pa-9zw/SlzsYjA4jDI/AAAAAAAAAL8/Y2N87C1UsOI/S220/cris+pipa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2173463821236883852.post-2851929469123594101</id><published>2008-07-15T09:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-15T10:05:56.542-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_wqJc7pa-9zw/SHzYCUxZIyI/AAAAAAAAABo/sOcjy89QhuU/s1600-h/Laise+nay+carol+tm.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223287202290148130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_wqJc7pa-9zw/SHzYCUxZIyI/AAAAAAAAABo/sOcjy89QhuU/s400/Laise+nay+carol+tm.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wqJc7pa-9zw/SHzYC_3A_AI/AAAAAAAAABw/410vpVM_YuA/s1600-h/Laise+Tm+1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223287213856455682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wqJc7pa-9zw/SHzYC_3A_AI/AAAAAAAAABw/410vpVM_YuA/s400/Laise+Tm+1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; Mais recordações daquele maravilhoso show.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2173463821236883852-2851929469123594101?l=lpipa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lpipa.blogspot.com/feeds/2851929469123594101/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2173463821236883852&amp;postID=2851929469123594101' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2173463821236883852/posts/default/2851929469123594101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2173463821236883852/posts/default/2851929469123594101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lpipa.blogspot.com/2008/07/mais-recordaes-daquele-maravilhoso-show.html' title=''/><author><name>PIPA - Mulher - 22 anos -</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03205863786422762037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wqJc7pa-9zw/SlzsYjA4jDI/AAAAAAAAAL8/Y2N87C1UsOI/S220/cris+pipa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_wqJc7pa-9zw/SHzYCUxZIyI/AAAAAAAAABo/sOcjy89QhuU/s72-c/Laise+nay+carol+tm.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2173463821236883852.post-7054016986775909061</id><published>2008-07-15T06:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-15T06:30:22.401-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Após o Show do TM</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wqJc7pa-9zw/SHylHk8PllI/AAAAAAAAABg/DgnQ4zeqk4w/s1600-h/laise,guto+e+Gabi+TM.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223231217436956242" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wqJc7pa-9zw/SHylHk8PllI/AAAAAAAAABg/DgnQ4zeqk4w/s400/laise,guto+e+Gabi+TM.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Essa foto também foi tirada no dia 11 de julho após o show do TM...vê só, totalmente acabada, cansada,  mas... feliz.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;"... Sonhos parecem verdade quando a gente esquece de acordar..." (TM)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gabi (TM), Guto e Eu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&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/2173463821236883852-7054016986775909061?l=lpipa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lpipa.blogspot.com/feeds/7054016986775909061/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2173463821236883852&amp;postID=7054016986775909061' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2173463821236883852/posts/default/7054016986775909061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2173463821236883852/posts/default/7054016986775909061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lpipa.blogspot.com/2008/07/aps-o-show-do-tm.html' title='Após o Show do TM'/><author><name>PIPA - Mulher - 22 anos -</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03205863786422762037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wqJc7pa-9zw/SlzsYjA4jDI/AAAAAAAAAL8/Y2N87C1UsOI/S220/cris+pipa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_wqJc7pa-9zw/SHylHk8PllI/AAAAAAAAABg/DgnQ4zeqk4w/s72-c/laise,guto+e+Gabi+TM.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2173463821236883852.post-6578981670788934110</id><published>2008-07-12T15:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-12T15:29:03.224-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Show O Teatro Mágico dia 11/07/2008 - Orákulo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_wqJc7pa-9zw/SHkwF-c2_yI/AAAAAAAAABI/IGHna4CMwiM/s1600-h/tm+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222258122134322978" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_wqJc7pa-9zw/SHkwF-c2_yI/AAAAAAAAABI/IGHna4CMwiM/s400/tm+3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wqJc7pa-9zw/SHkwGBscq-I/AAAAAAAAABQ/lRC55qjdy7k/s1600-h/tm+al.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222258123005012962" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wqJc7pa-9zw/SHkwGBscq-I/AAAAAAAAABQ/lRC55qjdy7k/s400/tm+al.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wqJc7pa-9zw/SHkwGOUa6fI/AAAAAAAAABY/i8AvnuQ0Kyg/s1600-h/g+tm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222258126393895410" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wqJc7pa-9zw/SHkwGOUa6fI/AAAAAAAAABY/i8AvnuQ0Kyg/s400/g+tm.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"...E o Mundo é Perfeito ..." (!!!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2173463821236883852-6578981670788934110?l=lpipa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lpipa.blogspot.com/feeds/6578981670788934110/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2173463821236883852&amp;postID=6578981670788934110' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2173463821236883852/posts/default/6578981670788934110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2173463821236883852/posts/default/6578981670788934110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lpipa.blogspot.com/2008/07/show-o-teatro-mgico-dia-11072008-orkulo.html' title='Show O Teatro Mágico dia 11/07/2008 - Orákulo'/><author><name>PIPA - Mulher - 22 anos -</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03205863786422762037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wqJc7pa-9zw/SlzsYjA4jDI/AAAAAAAAAL8/Y2N87C1UsOI/S220/cris+pipa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_wqJc7pa-9zw/SHkwF-c2_yI/AAAAAAAAABI/IGHna4CMwiM/s72-c/tm+3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2173463821236883852.post-1185220554173510535</id><published>2008-07-12T15:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-12T15:17:12.484-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Show do O Teatro Mágico 11/07/2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wqJc7pa-9zw/SHktO9SjNyI/AAAAAAAAAAg/sOeiTMVQLzM/s1600-h/laise+tm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222254977906587426" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wqJc7pa-9zw/SHktO9SjNyI/AAAAAAAAAAg/sOeiTMVQLzM/s400/laise+tm.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_wqJc7pa-9zw/SHktO2A2hwI/AAAAAAAAAAo/_aP3hO_VDcg/s1600-h/tm+al+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222254975953307394" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_wqJc7pa-9zw/SHktO2A2hwI/AAAAAAAAAAo/_aP3hO_VDcg/s400/tm+al+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wqJc7pa-9zw/SHktPMckhgI/AAAAAAAAAAw/jyY2xBmfDIg/s1600-h/robert+tm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222254981975148034" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wqJc7pa-9zw/SHktPMckhgI/AAAAAAAAAAw/jyY2xBmfDIg/s400/robert+tm.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wqJc7pa-9zw/SHktPEjPuFI/AAAAAAAAAA4/l9In08ygfBo/s1600-h/gabi+e+robert+tm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222254979855661138" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wqJc7pa-9zw/SHktPEjPuFI/AAAAAAAAAA4/l9In08ygfBo/s400/gabi+e+robert+tm.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wqJc7pa-9zw/SHktPVXW4sI/AAAAAAAAABA/ifpcat9u7RA/s1600-h/will+tm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222254984369201858" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wqJc7pa-9zw/SHktPVXW4sI/AAAAAAAAABA/ifpcat9u7RA/s400/will+tm.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cara esse foi um dos melhores shows que já fui...show não! Perfeição&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;...só não foi melhor porque tava um calor (!) e o local era pequeno e estava muito apertado. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mas um lugar pra Raros, e que puderam conferir e confirmar toda a grandiosidade de um espetáculo que misturou música, poesia, malabares e muita emoção, (que era claramente sentida através dos olhos de cada um que estava ali).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&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/2173463821236883852-1185220554173510535?l=lpipa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lpipa.blogspot.com/feeds/1185220554173510535/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2173463821236883852&amp;postID=1185220554173510535' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2173463821236883852/posts/default/1185220554173510535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2173463821236883852/posts/default/1185220554173510535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lpipa.blogspot.com/2008/07/show-do-o-teatro-mgico-11072008.html' title='Show do O Teatro Mágico 11/07/2008'/><author><name>PIPA - Mulher - 22 anos -</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03205863786422762037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wqJc7pa-9zw/SlzsYjA4jDI/AAAAAAAAAL8/Y2N87C1UsOI/S220/cris+pipa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_wqJc7pa-9zw/SHktO9SjNyI/AAAAAAAAAAg/sOeiTMVQLzM/s72-c/laise+tm.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2173463821236883852.post-7841801502818559060</id><published>2008-07-04T11:31:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-04T11:31:58.200-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;"O tempo é muito lento para os que esperam, muito rápido para os que tem mêdo, muito longo para os que lamentam, muito curto para os que festejam. Mas, para os que amam, o tempo é eternidade."(William Shakespeare) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2173463821236883852-7841801502818559060?l=lpipa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lpipa.blogspot.com/feeds/7841801502818559060/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2173463821236883852&amp;postID=7841801502818559060' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2173463821236883852/posts/default/7841801502818559060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2173463821236883852/posts/default/7841801502818559060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lpipa.blogspot.com/2008/07/o-tempo-muito-lento-para-os-que-esperam.html' title=''/><author><name>PIPA - Mulher - 22 anos -</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03205863786422762037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wqJc7pa-9zw/SlzsYjA4jDI/AAAAAAAAAL8/Y2N87C1UsOI/S220/cris+pipa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2173463821236883852.post-6890632663556271972</id><published>2008-07-02T15:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T15:23:01.743-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mais e Menos _ Teatro Mágico</title><content type='html'>&lt;a class="hotLink" href="http://www.orkut.com.br/UniversalSearch.aspx?q=%22Mais+e+Menos+_+Teatro+M%C3%A1gico%22" target="_self"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt; De: Fernando Aniteli&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="hotLink" href="http://www.orkut.com.br/UniversalSearch.aspx?q=%22Afinidade+acontece.+um+mesmo+signo%22" target="_self"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Afinidade acontece.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt; um mesmo signo, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="hotLink" href="http://www.orkut.com.br/UniversalSearch.aspx?q=%22um+mesmo+par+de%22" target="_self"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;um mesmo par de&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="hotLink" href="http://www.orkut.com.br/UniversalSearch.aspx?q=%22Sapatos+caramelo%22" target="_self"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Sapatos caramelo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="hotLink" href="http://www.orkut.com.br/UniversalSearch.aspx?q=%22um+mesmo+livro+de+cabeceira.%22" target="_self"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;um mesmo livro de cabeceira.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a class="hotLink" href="http://www.orkut.com.br/UniversalSearch.aspx?q=%22Afinidade+acontece+entre+seres+humanos.+a+mesma+frase%22" target="_self"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Afinidade acontece entre seres humanos. a mesma frase&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a class="hotLink" href="http://www.orkut.com.br/UniversalSearch.aspx?q=%22Dita+ao+mesmo+tempo%22" target="_self"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Dita ao mesmo tempo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="hotLink" href="http://www.orkut.com.br/UniversalSearch.aspx?q=%22o+di%C3%A1logo+mudo+dos+olhares+e+a%22" target="_self"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;o diálogo mudo dos olhares e a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a class="hotLink" href="http://www.orkut.com.br/UniversalSearch.aspx?q=%22Certeza+das+semelhan%C3%A7as+entre+o+que+se+canta+e+o+que%22" target="_self"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Certeza das semelhanças entre o que se canta e o que&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a class="hotLink" href="http://www.orkut.com.br/UniversalSearch.aspx?q=%22Se+escreve.+afina%C3%A7%C3%A3o+acontece.+um+mesmo+acorde%22" target="_self"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Se escreve. afinação acontece. um mesmo acorde&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="hotLink" href="http://www.orkut.com.br/UniversalSearch.aspx?q=%22um%22" target="_self"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;um&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a class="hotLink" href="http://www.orkut.com.br/UniversalSearch.aspx?q=%22Mesmo+som%22" target="_self"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Mesmo som&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="hotLink" href="http://www.orkut.com.br/UniversalSearch.aspx?q=%22uma+mesma+harmonia.+afina%C3%A7%C3%A3o+acontece+entre%22" target="_self"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;uma mesma harmonia. afinação acontece entre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a class="hotLink" href="http://www.orkut.com.br/UniversalSearch.aspx?q=%22Instrumentos+musicais.+a+mesma+nota+repetidas+vezes%22" target="_self"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Instrumentos musicais. a mesma nota repetidas vezes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="hotLink" href="http://www.orkut.com.br/UniversalSearch.aspx?q=%22a%22" target="_self"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a class="hotLink" href="http://www.orkut.com.br/UniversalSearch.aspx?q=%22Busca+pela+perfei%C3%A7%C3%A3o+sonora+e+a+certeza+das%22" target="_self"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Busca pela perfeição sonora e a certeza das&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a class="hotLink" href="http://www.orkut.com.br/UniversalSearch.aspx?q=%22Similaridades+entre+um+tom+acima+e+um+tom+abaixo.%22" target="_self"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Similaridades entre um tom acima e um tom abaixo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a class="hotLink" href="http://www.orkut.com.br/UniversalSearch.aspx?q=%22Incr%C3%ADvel+m%C3%A1gica+acontece+quando+os+instrumentos%22" target="_self"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Incrível mágica acontece quando os instrumentos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a class="hotLink" href="http://www.orkut.com.br/UniversalSearch.aspx?q=%22Musicais+descobrem+afinidades+humanas+entre+si+no%22" target="_self"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Musicais descobrem afinidades humanas entre si no&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a class="hotLink" href="http://www.orkut.com.br/UniversalSearch.aspx?q=%22Mesmo+instante+em+que+os+seres+humanos+descobrem%22" target="_self"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Mesmo instante em que os seres humanos descobrem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a class="hotLink" href="http://www.orkut.com.br/UniversalSearch.aspx?q=%22Afina%C3%A7%C3%B5es+musicais+dentro+deles+mesmos.%22" target="_self"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Afinações musicais dentro deles mesmos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2173463821236883852-6890632663556271972?l=lpipa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lpipa.blogspot.com/feeds/6890632663556271972/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2173463821236883852&amp;postID=6890632663556271972' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2173463821236883852/posts/default/6890632663556271972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2173463821236883852/posts/default/6890632663556271972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lpipa.blogspot.com/2008/07/mais-e-menos-teatro-mgico.html' title='Mais e Menos _ Teatro Mágico'/><author><name>PIPA - Mulher - 22 anos -</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03205863786422762037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wqJc7pa-9zw/SlzsYjA4jDI/AAAAAAAAAL8/Y2N87C1UsOI/S220/cris+pipa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2173463821236883852.post-8273482772791175633</id><published>2008-07-02T15:14:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T15:17:13.472-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Tempestade</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Estou assim feito o disco do Legião Urbana;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt; "A Tempestade"...forte..mas acho que passo, uma hora outra, mais cedo ou mais tarde com certeza passo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;(Tem que passar né, Não é possível viver assim para todo o sempre!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2173463821236883852-8273482772791175633?l=lpipa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lpipa.blogspot.com/feeds/8273482772791175633/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2173463821236883852&amp;postID=8273482772791175633' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2173463821236883852/posts/default/8273482772791175633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2173463821236883852/posts/default/8273482772791175633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lpipa.blogspot.com/2008/07/tempestade.html' title='A Tempestade'/><author><name>PIPA - Mulher - 22 anos -</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03205863786422762037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wqJc7pa-9zw/SlzsYjA4jDI/AAAAAAAAAL8/Y2N87C1UsOI/S220/cris+pipa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2173463821236883852.post-6740736319188923155</id><published>2008-07-02T15:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T15:14:01.139-07:00</updated><title type='text'>L'Aventura</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Legião Urbana&lt;br /&gt;Composição: Dado Villa-Lobos, Renato Russo e Marcelo Bonfá&lt;br /&gt;Quando não há compaixão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Ou mesmo um gesto de ajuda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;O que pensar da vida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;E daqueles que sabemos que amamos ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Quem pensa por si mesmo é livre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;E ser livre é coisa muito séria&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Não se pode fechar os olhos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Não se pode olhar pra trásSem se aprender alguma coisa pro futuro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Corri pro esconderijo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Olhei pela janela&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;O sol é um só&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Mas quem sabe são duas manhãs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Não precisa virSe não for pra ficar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Pelo menos uma noite&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;E três semanas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Nada é fácil&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Nada é certo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Não façamos do amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Algo desonesto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Quero ser prudente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;E sempre ser correto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Quero ser constante&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;E sempre tentar ser sincero&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;E queremos fugir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Mas ficamos sempre sem saber&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Seu olhar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Não conta mais histórias&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Não brota o fruto e nem a flor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;E nem o céu é belo e prateado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;E o que eu era eu não sou mais&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;E não tenho nada pra lembrar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Triste coisa é querer bem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;A quem não sabe perdoar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Acho que sempre lhe amarei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Só que não lhe quero mais&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Não é desejo, nem é saudade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Sinceramente, nem é verdade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Eu sei porque você fugiu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Mas não consigo entender&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Eu sei porque você fugiu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Mas não consigo entender&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2173463821236883852-6740736319188923155?l=lpipa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lpipa.blogspot.com/feeds/6740736319188923155/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2173463821236883852&amp;postID=6740736319188923155' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2173463821236883852/posts/default/6740736319188923155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2173463821236883852/posts/default/6740736319188923155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lpipa.blogspot.com/2008/07/laventura.html' title='L&apos;Aventura'/><author><name>PIPA - Mulher - 22 anos -</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03205863786422762037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wqJc7pa-9zw/SlzsYjA4jDI/AAAAAAAAAL8/Y2N87C1UsOI/S220/cris+pipa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2173463821236883852.post-8450664921039180639</id><published>2008-07-02T15:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T15:08:27.610-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Longe do Meu Lado</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;Legião Urbana&lt;br /&gt;Composição: Renato Russo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;"Se a paixão fosse realmente um bálsamo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;O mundo não pareceria tão equivocado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Te dou carinho, respeito e um afago&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Mas entenda, eu não estou apaixonado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Apaixão já passou em minha vida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Foi até bom mas ao final deu tudo errado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;E agora carrego em mimUma dor triste, um coração cicatrizado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;E olha que tentei o meu caminho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Mas tudo agora é coisa do passado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Quero respeito e sempre ter alguém&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Que me entenda e sempre fique a meu lado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Mas não, não quero estar apaixonado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;A paixão quer sangue e corações arruinados&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;E saudade é só mágoa por ter sido feito tanto estrago&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;E essa escravidão e essa dor não quero mais&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Quando acreditei que tudo era um fato consumado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Veio a foice e jogou-te longeLonge do meu lado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Não estou mais pronto para lágrimas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Podemos ficar juntos e vivermos o futuro, não o passado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Veja o nosso mundo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Eu também sei que dizem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Que não existe amor errado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Mas entenda, não quero estar apaixonado"&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2173463821236883852-8450664921039180639?l=lpipa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lpipa.blogspot.com/feeds/8450664921039180639/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2173463821236883852&amp;postID=8450664921039180639' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2173463821236883852/posts/default/8450664921039180639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2173463821236883852/posts/default/8450664921039180639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lpipa.blogspot.com/2008/07/longe-do-meu-lado.html' title='Longe do Meu Lado'/><author><name>PIPA - Mulher - 22 anos -</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03205863786422762037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wqJc7pa-9zw/SlzsYjA4jDI/AAAAAAAAAL8/Y2N87C1UsOI/S220/cris+pipa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2173463821236883852.post-2793220634680282680</id><published>2008-06-15T10:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-15T10:29:28.368-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sei que as vezes tenho raiva de você ...mas como  ser diferente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E mesmo sem entender, sem querer sentir, sem querer amar, sem nem acreditar, eu sigo amando, gostando, querendo, sofrendo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"...por isso eu te procuro tanto, procuro, espero, persigo".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2173463821236883852-2793220634680282680?l=lpipa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lpipa.blogspot.com/feeds/2793220634680282680/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2173463821236883852&amp;postID=2793220634680282680' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2173463821236883852/posts/default/2793220634680282680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2173463821236883852/posts/default/2793220634680282680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lpipa.blogspot.com/2008/06/sei-que-as-vezes-tenho-raiva-de-voc.html' title=''/><author><name>PIPA - Mulher - 22 anos -</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03205863786422762037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wqJc7pa-9zw/SlzsYjA4jDI/AAAAAAAAAL8/Y2N87C1UsOI/S220/cris+pipa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2173463821236883852.post-4941139822171894591</id><published>2008-05-24T06:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-24T06:43:48.370-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Por que você não vem morar comigo</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;"Por que você não vem morar comigo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Alimentar meu cão, meu ego&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Cansei de ser assim, colega&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Não sei mais ser só seu amigo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Eu quero agora ser seu amado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Você me deixa a perigo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;O amor me corta feito adaga&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Mas vem você e me afaga&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Com afeto tão antigo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Você não leva a sério o que eu digo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;E enche a taça que me embriaga&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Me prega em cruz feito Jesus de Praga&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Mas sempre me defende e compra minhas brigas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Não ligo Se é amor ou amizade vaga&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Dizem que o amor a amizade estraga&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;E esta a este tira-lhe o vigor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Não ligo Se é caretice ou romantismo brega&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Um dia em mim essa aflição sossega&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;More comigo e traga seu amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Adoro o jeito que você me pega&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Me chama de meu nego, minha nega&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;E quando me abraça e eu me entrego&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Vem você e diz cuidado com esse apego&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Amigos falam que esse mico eu pago&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Pois mudo logo quando você chega&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;E acende a luz mas essa luz me cega&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;E abre em rosa a pedra que no peito eu trago&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Não ligoSe é amor ou amizade vaga&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Dizem que o amor a amizade estraga&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;E esta a este tira-lhe o vigor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Não ligo Se é caretice ou romantismo brega&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Um dia em mim essa aflição sossega&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;More comigo e traga seu amor" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#663366;"&gt;*Chico César&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2173463821236883852-4941139822171894591?l=lpipa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lpipa.blogspot.com/feeds/4941139822171894591/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2173463821236883852&amp;postID=4941139822171894591' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2173463821236883852/posts/default/4941139822171894591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2173463821236883852/posts/default/4941139822171894591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lpipa.blogspot.com/2008/05/por-que-voc-no-vem-morar-comigo.html' title='Por que você não vem morar comigo'/><author><name>PIPA - Mulher - 22 anos -</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03205863786422762037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wqJc7pa-9zw/SlzsYjA4jDI/AAAAAAAAAL8/Y2N87C1UsOI/S220/cris+pipa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2173463821236883852.post-8282711982572277287</id><published>2008-05-16T15:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-16T16:01:35.104-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Só pra Você"</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Morro a cada dia na sua espera, mais sei que o que sinto por você é tão especial que a vida passa, as pessoas passam, a vontade pode até passar, mas o amor e somente o amor nunca passará. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Porque é só o amor que move todos os sentimentos, sejam eles bons ou ruins, pois, até os ruins é um tipo de amor desconcertado, um amor que ama de maneira errada e que ele acha que é certo... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Descobri que precisamos estar distraídos o suficiente para nós pecebermos o amor que está dentro de nós, e é preciso esquecer de si e esquecer de todos para nos pecebermos um tanto apaixonados. Lembrar e esquecer ao mesmo tempo, do amor que está dentro de nós e que só espera um momento, um vago momento que seja, de distração da nossa atenção para agir nas nossas costas...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2173463821236883852-8282711982572277287?l=lpipa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lpipa.blogspot.com/feeds/8282711982572277287/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2173463821236883852&amp;postID=8282711982572277287' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2173463821236883852/posts/default/8282711982572277287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2173463821236883852/posts/default/8282711982572277287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lpipa.blogspot.com/2008/05/s-pra-voc.html' title='&quot;Só pra Você&quot;'/><author><name>PIPA - Mulher - 22 anos -</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03205863786422762037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wqJc7pa-9zw/SlzsYjA4jDI/AAAAAAAAAL8/Y2N87C1UsOI/S220/cris+pipa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2173463821236883852.post-2331837975712168623</id><published>2008-05-16T15:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-16T15:55:45.559-07:00</updated><title type='text'>DESAPARECIDA</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003300;"&gt;Estou perdida. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003300;"&gt;Quem vai me encontrar?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2173463821236883852-2331837975712168623?l=lpipa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lpipa.blogspot.com/feeds/2331837975712168623/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2173463821236883852&amp;postID=2331837975712168623' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2173463821236883852/posts/default/2331837975712168623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2173463821236883852/posts/default/2331837975712168623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lpipa.blogspot.com/2008/05/desaparecida.html' title='DESAPARECIDA'/><author><name>PIPA - Mulher - 22 anos -</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03205863786422762037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wqJc7pa-9zw/SlzsYjA4jDI/AAAAAAAAAL8/Y2N87C1UsOI/S220/cris+pipa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2173463821236883852.post-6029428667519786476</id><published>2008-05-16T15:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-16T15:52:11.975-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Por não estarem distraídos - Clarice Lispector</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;"Havia uma levíssima embriaguez de andarem juntos, ... a alegria como quando  se sente a garganta um pouco seca e se vê que por admiração se estava de boca entreaberta: eles respiravam de antemão o ar que estava à frente, e ter esta sede era a própria água deles. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Andavam por ruas e ruas falando e rindo, falavam e riam para dar matéria e peso à levíssima embriaguez que era a alegria da sede deles. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Por causa de carros e pessoas, ás vezes eles se tocavam, e ... ao toque brilhava o brilho da água deles, a boca ficando um pouco mais seca de admiração. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Como eles admiravam estarem juntos!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Até que tudo se transformou em não. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Tudo se transformou em não quando eles quiseram essa mesma alegria deles. Então a grande dança dos erros. O cerimonial das palavras desacertadas. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Ele procurava e não via, ela via que ele não vira, ela que estava ali, no entanto. No entanto, ele que estava ali. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Tudo errou, e havia a grande poeira das ruas, e quanto mais erravam, mas com aspereza queriam, sem sorriso. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Tudo só porque tinham prestado atenção, só porque não estavam bastante distraídos. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Só porque de súbito exigentes e duros quiseram dar um nome; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Por que quiseram ser, eles que eram. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Foram então aprender que, não estando distraído, o telefone não toca, e é preciso sair de casa para que a carta chegue, e quando o telefone finalmente toca, o deserto da esperença já cortou os fios. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Tudo, tudo por não estarem mais distraídos".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2173463821236883852-6029428667519786476?l=lpipa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lpipa.blogspot.com/feeds/6029428667519786476/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2173463821236883852&amp;postID=6029428667519786476' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2173463821236883852/posts/default/6029428667519786476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2173463821236883852/posts/default/6029428667519786476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lpipa.blogspot.com/2008/05/por-no-estarem-distrados-clarice.html' title='Por não estarem distraídos - Clarice Lispector'/><author><name>PIPA - Mulher - 22 anos -</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03205863786422762037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wqJc7pa-9zw/SlzsYjA4jDI/AAAAAAAAAL8/Y2N87C1UsOI/S220/cris+pipa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2173463821236883852.post-5715177512042870211</id><published>2008-05-16T13:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-16T13:38:58.328-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hoje estou tão triste. Vontade de chorar (...)&lt;br /&gt;Por que que as coisas tem andado pra onde eu não quero ir?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Viver é tão dificil.&lt;br /&gt;É mais complexo que se deixar levar pela correnteza da maré.&lt;br /&gt;Mas eu não quero mais essa vida de barquinho de papel...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2173463821236883852-5715177512042870211?l=lpipa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lpipa.blogspot.com/feeds/5715177512042870211/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2173463821236883852&amp;postID=5715177512042870211' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2173463821236883852/posts/default/5715177512042870211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2173463821236883852/posts/default/5715177512042870211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lpipa.blogspot.com/2008/05/hoje-estou-to-triste.html' title=''/><author><name>PIPA - Mulher - 22 anos -</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03205863786422762037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wqJc7pa-9zw/SlzsYjA4jDI/AAAAAAAAAL8/Y2N87C1UsOI/S220/cris+pipa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2173463821236883852.post-8027654334069703032</id><published>2008-05-15T08:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-15T08:58:30.932-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dia do Assistente Social</title><content type='html'>Hoje é  o dia do Assistente Social!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Meus mais sinceros parabéns a este profissional que enfrenta com muita competência, na cotidianidade todos os desafios que são impostos nesta ordem societária...&lt;br /&gt;Um beijo para todas (os) que fazem dessa profissão a mais apaixonante do mundo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2173463821236883852-8027654334069703032?l=lpipa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lpipa.blogspot.com/feeds/8027654334069703032/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2173463821236883852&amp;postID=8027654334069703032' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2173463821236883852/posts/default/8027654334069703032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2173463821236883852/posts/default/8027654334069703032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lpipa.blogspot.com/2008/05/dia-do-assistente-social.html' title='Dia do Assistente Social'/><author><name>PIPA - Mulher - 22 anos -</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03205863786422762037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wqJc7pa-9zw/SlzsYjA4jDI/AAAAAAAAAL8/Y2N87C1UsOI/S220/cris+pipa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2173463821236883852.post-8063172643139398692</id><published>2008-05-12T08:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-12T08:53:16.548-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tuas Mãos</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;Quando tuas mão frígidas pegaram as minhas também tão gélidas mãos, senti que poderia ir para qualquer lugar; Você me mostrava o caminho e simplesmente perseguia-te.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;Então pensei: Se lábios se beijam, e corpos se amam, o que faziam então as nossas mãos?!?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2173463821236883852-8063172643139398692?l=lpipa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lpipa.blogspot.com/feeds/8063172643139398692/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2173463821236883852&amp;postID=8063172643139398692' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2173463821236883852/posts/default/8063172643139398692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2173463821236883852/posts/default/8063172643139398692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lpipa.blogspot.com/2008/05/tuas-mos.html' title='Tuas Mãos'/><author><name>PIPA - Mulher - 22 anos -</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03205863786422762037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wqJc7pa-9zw/SlzsYjA4jDI/AAAAAAAAAL8/Y2N87C1UsOI/S220/cris+pipa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2173463821236883852.post-6668591507220614472</id><published>2008-05-08T08:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-08T08:31:08.572-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A distração</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;   &lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;    &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ando meio distraída, olhando para todos os lados. Pensando em como vai ser daqui pra frente. Tudo que eu tinha construído, de repente desmoronou. No chão eu só enxergo ruínas. Como vai ser agora?...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;       Ouvi dizer que a vida só anda quando estamos um tanto distraídos para não percebê-la. O telefone só toca quando não se está nem aí pra ele, e que um grande amor só surge porque não se está à procura dele.&lt;br /&gt;       Acho que estive distraída demais, porque o amor da minha vida passou como uma onda no meio da praia... levou tudo, mas eu feito uma estátua no meio dela, fiquei imóvel, estável. Precisou só do machado do amor com a sua fúria de dor quando se perde um grande amor para furar pedra que habita em minha alma.&lt;br /&gt;        Vai ver que é como o que “o iluminado”¹ constatou, “as coisas vão embora com a mesma velocidade com que surgem”, e você veio e foi embora, assim como surgiu na minha vida.&lt;br /&gt;Mas ainda sim, tudo que me dava chão, que era um alicerce, agora cai, cai como a chuva lá fora; com tanta força que leva tudo embora.&lt;br /&gt;        Leva o coração, a vontade, leva o medo, o desespero, a esperança... Leva tudo. É dessa forma que eu estou sendo levada, tal como um barquinho de papel na enxurrada.&lt;br /&gt;         Não sei o que fazer, pra que lado ir, no que acreditar. Não tenho certezas nenhuma. Sem paixões, nem concepções, sem certezas, e nem critérios... Viver é se deixar levar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;¹  “O Iluminado”, o Buda.  Sidharta Gautama depois de atingir o Nirvana.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2173463821236883852-6668591507220614472?l=lpipa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lpipa.blogspot.com/feeds/6668591507220614472/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2173463821236883852&amp;postID=6668591507220614472' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2173463821236883852/posts/default/6668591507220614472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2173463821236883852/posts/default/6668591507220614472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lpipa.blogspot.com/2008/05/distrao.html' title='A distração'/><author><name>PIPA - Mulher - 22 anos -</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03205863786422762037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wqJc7pa-9zw/SlzsYjA4jDI/AAAAAAAAAL8/Y2N87C1UsOI/S220/cris+pipa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2173463821236883852.post-7173771267583253940</id><published>2008-05-07T09:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-07T09:57:59.495-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wqJc7pa-9zw/SCHfbQj9-rI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FCrXkspYODg/s1600-h/laise+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197681104357554866" style="FLOAT: left; 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