<?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-31031511</id><updated>2011-04-21T17:45:35.215-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Raquel Torres</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quelmtorres.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31031511/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quelmtorres.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Raquel Torres</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12522255201847675214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>22</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31031511.post-116251674150588442</id><published>2006-11-02T22:07:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-11-02T22:28:48.290-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Em comemoração ao nosso aniversário de 3 anos e 11 meses:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Você mora dentro de mim...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;"Eu te Amo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;e te amarei durante toda minha eternidade...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Te amarei nos seus gestos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Te amarei no seu sorriso,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Te amarei na sua voz,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Te amarei no que você é!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Sim, eu te amarei em tudo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;No ar que respiramos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;num simples cântico dos pássaros,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;no alvorecer, no crepúsculo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;na morte... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Eu te amarei no sol que explode sua luz para iluminar a Terra.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Te amarei nas chuvas que caem... Na vida... No fim...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;E Nem mesmo o céu ou o inferno podem tirar esse sentimento de mim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Sim, eu quero te amar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Te amar nas minhas horas de tristezas,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;pois sua lembrança só me traz alegrias...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Te amar quando a alegria chegar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;pois amor e alegria é a própria felicidade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;e sou feliz enquanto te amo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Sim, mesmo que em minha vida não exista trevas,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Quero te amar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Mesmo que o amor se torne algo extinto,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Quero te amar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Mesmo que a luz do mundo se acabe,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Quero te amar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;E somente a vontade de Deus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;seria capaz de me tirar todo esse amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;que alimenta minha própria existência...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Você mora dentro de mim..." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Laert&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31031511-116251674150588442?l=quelmtorres.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quelmtorres.blogspot.com/feeds/116251674150588442/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31031511&amp;postID=116251674150588442' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31031511/posts/default/116251674150588442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31031511/posts/default/116251674150588442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quelmtorres.blogspot.com/2006/11/em-comemorao-ao-nosso-aniversrio-de-3.html' title=''/><author><name>Raquel Torres</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12522255201847675214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31031511.post-115946279745908855</id><published>2006-09-28T13:55:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-09-28T13:59:57.493-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Só Amar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Observo uma flor,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Nela, em cada pétala, vejo seus olhos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Sinto o perfume suave,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Que só geram flores e amores&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Quero sentir o amor,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;não o carnal, impuro, banal,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;quero o amor de alma,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;o verdadeiro, o desigual &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; Quero chorar seus desesperos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;respirar suas a afixías,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;caminhar sobre seus obstáculos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;dividir suas alegrias&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Quero ver sua pessoa,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;ouvir sua voz,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;sentir seu perfume,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;cantar sua presença &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Quero apenas amar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;nada mais me importa,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;quero ao dormir com você sonhar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;quero com você o futuro imaginar&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Quero apenas amar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;lutar, lutar, buscar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;buscar, achar, achar e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;amar, só amar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Autor: Marco Tartari&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31031511-115946279745908855?l=quelmtorres.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quelmtorres.blogspot.com/feeds/115946279745908855/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31031511&amp;postID=115946279745908855' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31031511/posts/default/115946279745908855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31031511/posts/default/115946279745908855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quelmtorres.blogspot.com/2006/09/s-amar-observo-uma-flor-nela-em-cada.html' title=''/><author><name>Raquel Torres</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12522255201847675214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31031511.post-115816547854698701</id><published>2006-09-13T13:33:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-09-13T13:37:58.573-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Louco amor meu, que &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;quando toca, fere&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;E quando fere vibra, mas &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;prefere&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Ferir a fenecer - e vive a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;esmo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Fiel à sua lei de cada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt; instante&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Desassombrando, doido, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;delirante&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Numa paixão de tudo e de &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;si mesmo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Trecho do "Soneto do Maior Amor" de Vinícius de Moraes&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31031511-115816547854698701?l=quelmtorres.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quelmtorres.blogspot.com/feeds/115816547854698701/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31031511&amp;postID=115816547854698701' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31031511/posts/default/115816547854698701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31031511/posts/default/115816547854698701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quelmtorres.blogspot.com/2006/09/louco-amor-meu-que-quando-toca-fere-e.html' title=''/><author><name>Raquel Torres</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12522255201847675214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31031511.post-115808213193424712</id><published>2006-09-12T14:25:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-09-12T14:28:51.963-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Estou de volta!!!&lt;br /&gt;Não sei por quanto tempo!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31031511-115808213193424712?l=quelmtorres.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quelmtorres.blogspot.com/feeds/115808213193424712/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31031511&amp;postID=115808213193424712' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31031511/posts/default/115808213193424712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31031511/posts/default/115808213193424712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quelmtorres.blogspot.com/2006/09/estou-de-volta-no-sei-por-quanto-tempo.html' title=''/><author><name>Raquel Torres</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12522255201847675214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31031511.post-115664942036578980</id><published>2006-08-27T00:25:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-08-27T00:30:20.383-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Só o amor foi capaz de alegrar o meu coração!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Eu amo muito meu fofinho!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31031511-115664942036578980?l=quelmtorres.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quelmtorres.blogspot.com/feeds/115664942036578980/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31031511&amp;postID=115664942036578980' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31031511/posts/default/115664942036578980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31031511/posts/default/115664942036578980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quelmtorres.blogspot.com/2006/08/s-o-amor-foi-capaz-de-alegrar-o-meu.html' title=''/><author><name>Raquel Torres</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12522255201847675214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31031511.post-115636369507291821</id><published>2006-08-23T17:06:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-08-23T17:08:15.156-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Provas, provas e mais provas!!! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eu não agüento mais!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31031511-115636369507291821?l=quelmtorres.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quelmtorres.blogspot.com/feeds/115636369507291821/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31031511&amp;postID=115636369507291821' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31031511/posts/default/115636369507291821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31031511/posts/default/115636369507291821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quelmtorres.blogspot.com/2006/08/provas-provas-e-mais-provas-eu-no.html' title=''/><author><name>Raquel Torres</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12522255201847675214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31031511.post-115592945215756862</id><published>2006-08-18T16:17:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-08-18T16:30:52.210-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Triste fim da Raquel Torres!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A prova não poderia ter sido pior, fiquei desesparada, fiz tudo errado (até a questão que valia 4,0 pontos eu perdi!!!).&lt;br /&gt;Entrei em depressão: noite e manhã inteiras chorando!!! Chorei tanto que quase mato o povo da minha casa afogado (que hipérbole!!!!!!!).&lt;br /&gt;Enfim, para completar, o meu querido irmão menor (só de idade) brincando com a minha mãe forneceu uma cotovelada nos meus lábios. Conseqüencia: inchou na hora!!! Aí foi que eu chorei com gosto!!!&lt;br /&gt;Ele até deu sinais de remorso, até porque foi sem querer, depois o lindinho se retratou: "foi bom mesmo só assim você tinha um motivo para chorar, fala sério, chorar por causa de prova!!!" Entendam esse é o modo delicado de homem pedir desculpas e de dizer: não chore!!!&lt;br /&gt;Bom, além de tudo isso passei a noite atormentada por pesadelos.&lt;br /&gt;Tem mais: agora à tarde quando ia para o estágio, o ônibus em que estava quase se choca com outro e adivinha onde? Bem no lugar onde eu estava sentada!!!&lt;br /&gt;Conclusão: A vida continua e mais provas virão!!! E como bem lembrou Dani: "pior seria, se pior fosse!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31031511-115592945215756862?l=quelmtorres.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quelmtorres.blogspot.com/feeds/115592945215756862/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31031511&amp;postID=115592945215756862' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31031511/posts/default/115592945215756862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31031511/posts/default/115592945215756862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quelmtorres.blogspot.com/2006/08/triste-fim-da-raquel-torres-prova-no.html' title=''/><author><name>Raquel Torres</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12522255201847675214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31031511.post-115570409754062808</id><published>2006-08-16T01:51:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-08-16T01:54:57.550-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;"Amanhã! - são acasos da sorte!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;É a vida no seu amargor,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Amanhã! - o triunfo, ou a morte;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Amanhã! - o prazer, ou a dor!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Gonçalves Dias &lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Homenagem ao desespero da Prova de Civil)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31031511-115570409754062808?l=quelmtorres.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quelmtorres.blogspot.com/feeds/115570409754062808/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31031511&amp;postID=115570409754062808' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31031511/posts/default/115570409754062808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31031511/posts/default/115570409754062808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quelmtorres.blogspot.com/2006/08/amanh-so-acasos-da-sorte-vida-no-seu.html' title=''/><author><name>Raquel Torres</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12522255201847675214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31031511.post-115506643917113143</id><published>2006-08-08T16:24:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-08-08T16:47:19.206-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Amar é...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Ter alguém na vida...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Para saber que você não quer ficar sozinha...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Para fazer brincadeiras e rolar de tanto rir...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;E esperar pelo retorno...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Para depois ter um carinho...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;E pensar em algumas palavras doces para dizer...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Para ficar sempre juntinho.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&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/31031511-115506643917113143?l=quelmtorres.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quelmtorres.blogspot.com/feeds/115506643917113143/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31031511&amp;postID=115506643917113143' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31031511/posts/default/115506643917113143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31031511/posts/default/115506643917113143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quelmtorres.blogspot.com/2006/08/amar.html' title=''/><author><name>Raquel Torres</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12522255201847675214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31031511.post-115489041471002451</id><published>2006-08-06T15:51:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-08-06T15:53:34.710-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;"O beijo é um truque delicioso &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;arquitetado pela natureza &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;para interromper a fala &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;quando as palavras se tornam supérfluas".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Ingrid Bergman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31031511-115489041471002451?l=quelmtorres.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quelmtorres.blogspot.com/feeds/115489041471002451/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31031511&amp;postID=115489041471002451' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31031511/posts/default/115489041471002451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31031511/posts/default/115489041471002451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quelmtorres.blogspot.com/2006/08/o-beijo-um-truque-delicioso.html' title=''/><author><name>Raquel Torres</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12522255201847675214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31031511.post-115489023952550975</id><published>2006-08-06T15:32:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-08-06T15:50:39.573-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;"O amor é fogo que arde sem se ver,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;É ferida que dói e não se sente,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;É dor que desatina sem doer,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;É solitário andar por entre gente,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;É nunca contentar-se de contente,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;É cuidar que se ganha em se perder".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Camões&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31031511-115489023952550975?l=quelmtorres.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quelmtorres.blogspot.com/feeds/115489023952550975/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31031511&amp;postID=115489023952550975' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31031511/posts/default/115489023952550975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31031511/posts/default/115489023952550975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quelmtorres.blogspot.com/2006/08/o-amor-fogo-que-arde-sem-se-ver-ferida.html' title=''/><author><name>Raquel Torres</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12522255201847675214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31031511.post-115454614897067236</id><published>2006-08-02T16:14:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-08-02T16:15:48.980-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"A vida só pode ser compreendida &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; olhando-se para trás; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mas só pode ser vivida &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;olhando-se para a frente."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;anônimo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31031511-115454614897067236?l=quelmtorres.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quelmtorres.blogspot.com/feeds/115454614897067236/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31031511&amp;postID=115454614897067236' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31031511/posts/default/115454614897067236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31031511/posts/default/115454614897067236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quelmtorres.blogspot.com/2006/08/vida-s-pode-ser-compreendida-olhando.html' title=''/><author><name>Raquel Torres</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12522255201847675214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31031511.post-115394195012838879</id><published>2006-07-26T16:19:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-07-26T16:25:50.136-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;NÓS DOIS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Queria ter lhe conhecido antes,&lt;br /&gt;muito antes...&lt;br /&gt;Para que nenhum de nós dois tivesse&lt;br /&gt;medos ou cicatrizes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Queria ter estado com você,&lt;br /&gt;quando seu coração descobriu&lt;br /&gt;o que era AMOR.&lt;br /&gt;Quando seu corpo descobriu&lt;br /&gt;o que era DESEJO.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;E antes que pudesse sofrer,&lt;br /&gt;eu estaria do seu lado,&lt;br /&gt;amando-lhe, entregando-me,&lt;br /&gt;e juntos poder ter aprendido,&lt;br /&gt;as lições da vida e do coração...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Queria ter te conhecido muito antes...&lt;br /&gt;Quando suas esperanças&lt;br /&gt;começaram a nascer,&lt;br /&gt;quando seus sonhos ainda eram puros,&lt;br /&gt;e seus ideais ainda ingênuos...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Pena termos nos encontrado só agora,&lt;br /&gt;já com o coração viciado&lt;br /&gt;em outros amores,&lt;br /&gt;com uma imagem meio falsa,&lt;br /&gt;do que é felicidade,&lt;br /&gt;do que é entregar-se...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Queria ter lhe encontrado antes,&lt;br /&gt;muito antes...&lt;br /&gt;Numa nova vida,&lt;br /&gt;num outro tempo,&lt;br /&gt;em que não precisássemos&lt;br /&gt;temer o nosso futuro,&lt;br /&gt;nem nossos sentimentos...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Ah! como eu queria!&lt;br /&gt;Mas, não foi assim, te conheci agora...&lt;br /&gt;na hora certa?, no momento certo?...&lt;br /&gt;eu não sei...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Só sei que te encontrei agora e,&lt;br /&gt;na sua vida, se você quiser, para sempre...&lt;br /&gt;eu ficarei...! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;anônimo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31031511-115394195012838879?l=quelmtorres.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quelmtorres.blogspot.com/feeds/115394195012838879/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31031511&amp;postID=115394195012838879' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31031511/posts/default/115394195012838879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31031511/posts/default/115394195012838879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quelmtorres.blogspot.com/2006/07/ns-dois-queria-ter-lhe-conhecido-antes.html' title=''/><author><name>Raquel Torres</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12522255201847675214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31031511.post-115385793497553499</id><published>2006-07-25T16:57:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-07-25T17:05:34.986-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O Amar e o Amor &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Um esposo foi visitar um sábio conselheiro&lt;br /&gt;e disse-lhe que já não amava sua esposa&lt;br /&gt;e que pensava em separar-se.&lt;br /&gt;O sábio escutou-o, olhou-o nos olhos e&lt;br /&gt;disse-lhes apenas uma palavra:&lt;br /&gt;- Ame-a.&lt;br /&gt;- Mas, já não sinto nada por ela!&lt;br /&gt;- Ame-a, disse-lhe novamente o sábio.&lt;br /&gt;E diante do desconcerto do esposo,&lt;br /&gt;depois de um breve silêncio,&lt;br /&gt;disse-lhe o seguinte: "Amar é uma decisão, não um sentimento;&lt;br /&gt;amar é dedicação e entrega.&lt;br /&gt;Amar é um verbo e o fruto dessa ação é o amor.&lt;br /&gt; O amor é um substantivo,&lt;br /&gt;um exercício de jardinagem:&lt;br /&gt;arranque o que faz mal, prepare o terreno,&lt;br /&gt;semeie, seja paciente, regue e cuide.&lt;br /&gt;Esteja preparado porque haverá pragas,&lt;br /&gt;secas ou excessos de chuvas mas nem por isso, abandone o seu jardim.&lt;br /&gt;Ame seu par, ou seja, aceite-o, valorize-o, respeite-o,&lt;br /&gt;dê afeto e ternura, admire e compreenda-o.&lt;br /&gt;Isso é tudo. Ame, simplesmente ame!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;A inteligência sem amor, te faz perverso.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;A justiça sem amor, te faz implacável.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;A diplomacia sem amor, te faz hipócrita.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;O êxito sem amor, te faz arrogante.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;A riqueza sem amor, te faz avaro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;A docilidade sem amor, te faz servil.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;A pobreza sem amor, te faz orgulhoso.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;A beleza sem amor, te faz fútil.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;A autoridade sem amor, te faz tirano.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;O trabalho sem amor, te faz escravo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;A simplicidade sem amor, te deprecia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;A oração sem amor, te faz introvertido e sem propósito.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;A lei sem amor, te escraviza.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;A política sem amor, te deixa egoísta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;A fé sem amor, te deixa fanático.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;A cruz sem amor se converte em tortura.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;A vida sem amor... não tem sentido!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Lao Tsé ) &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31031511-115385793497553499?l=quelmtorres.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quelmtorres.blogspot.com/feeds/115385793497553499/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31031511&amp;postID=115385793497553499' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31031511/posts/default/115385793497553499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31031511/posts/default/115385793497553499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quelmtorres.blogspot.com/2006/07/o-amar-e-o-amor-um-esposo-foi-visitar.html' title=''/><author><name>Raquel Torres</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12522255201847675214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31031511.post-115385479303399687</id><published>2006-07-25T16:10:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-07-25T16:13:13.043-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;As Sem-Razões do Amor&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Eu te amo porque te amo.&lt;br /&gt;Não precisas ser amante,&lt;br /&gt;e nem sempre sabes sê-lo.&lt;br /&gt;Eu te amo porque te amo.&lt;br /&gt;Amor é estado de graça&lt;br /&gt;e com amor não se paga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amor é dado de graça,&lt;br /&gt;é semeado no vento,&lt;br /&gt;na cachoeira, no elipse.&lt;br /&gt;Amor foge a dicionários&lt;br /&gt;e a regulamentos vários.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu te amo porque não amo&lt;br /&gt;bastante ou demais a mim.&lt;br /&gt;Porque amor não se troca,&lt;br /&gt;não se conjuga nem se ama.&lt;br /&gt;Porque amor é amor a nada,&lt;br /&gt;feliz e forte em si mesmo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amor é primo da morte,&lt;br /&gt;e da morte vencedor,&lt;br /&gt;por mais que o matem (e matam)&lt;br /&gt;a cada instante de amor.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;(Carlos Drummond de Andrade )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31031511-115385479303399687?l=quelmtorres.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quelmtorres.blogspot.com/feeds/115385479303399687/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31031511&amp;postID=115385479303399687' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31031511/posts/default/115385479303399687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31031511/posts/default/115385479303399687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quelmtorres.blogspot.com/2006/07/as-sem-razes-do-amor-eu-te-amo-porque.html' title=''/><author><name>Raquel Torres</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12522255201847675214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31031511.post-115350841262454723</id><published>2006-07-21T15:56:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-07-21T16:00:12.633-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ao meu Emerson:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;AMO-TE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Amo-te como a planta que não floriu e tem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;dentro de si, escondida, a luz das flores,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;e, graças ao teu amor, vive obscuro em meu corpo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;o denso aroma que subiu da terra.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Amo-te sem saber como, nem quando, nem onde,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;amo-te diretamente sem problemas nem orgulho:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;amo-te assim porque não sei amar de outra maneira,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;a não ser deste modo em que nem eu sou nem tu és,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;tão perto que a tua mão no meu peito é minha,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;tão perto que os teus olhos se fecham com meu sono.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pablo Neruda&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31031511-115350841262454723?l=quelmtorres.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quelmtorres.blogspot.com/feeds/115350841262454723/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31031511&amp;postID=115350841262454723' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31031511/posts/default/115350841262454723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31031511/posts/default/115350841262454723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quelmtorres.blogspot.com/2006/07/ao-meu-emerson-amo-te-amo-te-como.html' title=''/><author><name>Raquel Torres</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12522255201847675214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31031511.post-115341983061957577</id><published>2006-07-20T15:21:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-07-20T15:23:50.636-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Para as minhas amigas blogueiras:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FELIZ DIA DA AMIGA!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Amigos não estão juntos apenas quando perto um do outro. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mesmo quando distantes permanecem em nossos pensamentos &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Um amigo fiel é uma poderosa proteção, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;quem o encontrou, descobriu um tesouro.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pessoas como você, acrescentam felicidades&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;na vida de todo mundo. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A lua às vezes tem o formato de vírgula, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;para mostrar que nem no infinito a amizade e o carinho tem um ponto final. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31031511-115341983061957577?l=quelmtorres.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quelmtorres.blogspot.com/feeds/115341983061957577/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31031511&amp;postID=115341983061957577' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31031511/posts/default/115341983061957577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31031511/posts/default/115341983061957577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quelmtorres.blogspot.com/2006/07/para-as-minhas-amigas-blogueiras-feliz.html' title=''/><author><name>Raquel Torres</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12522255201847675214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31031511.post-115333382896668516</id><published>2006-07-19T15:28:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-07-19T15:30:29.000-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;"O casamento é uma loteria &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;na qual os homens apostam a liberdade &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;e as mulheres a felicidade".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mme. de Rieux&lt;/em&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/31031511-115333382896668516?l=quelmtorres.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quelmtorres.blogspot.com/feeds/115333382896668516/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31031511&amp;postID=115333382896668516' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31031511/posts/default/115333382896668516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31031511/posts/default/115333382896668516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quelmtorres.blogspot.com/2006/07/o-casamento-uma-loteria-na-qual-os.html' title=''/><author><name>Raquel Torres</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12522255201847675214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31031511.post-115333279133622195</id><published>2006-07-19T15:07:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-07-19T15:13:11.346-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Não tenhas medo de ser o primeiro a tomar uma iniciativa positiva. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Uma &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;flor&lt;/span&gt; no lodo pode não perfumar, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mas mostrará que a &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;vida&lt;/span&gt; existe até mesmo na adversidade".&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31031511-115333279133622195?l=quelmtorres.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quelmtorres.blogspot.com/feeds/115333279133622195/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31031511&amp;postID=115333279133622195' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31031511/posts/default/115333279133622195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31031511/posts/default/115333279133622195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quelmtorres.blogspot.com/2006/07/no-tenhas-medo-de-ser-o-primeiro-tomar.html' title=''/><author><name>Raquel Torres</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12522255201847675214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31031511.post-115316655650533590</id><published>2006-07-17T17:01:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-07-17T17:02:36.506-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;"A alegria espanta toda a tristeza&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;uma sensação, dádiva preciosa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;abrindo os olhos só para a beleza&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;da vida também cor-de-rosa..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;anônimo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31031511-115316655650533590?l=quelmtorres.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quelmtorres.blogspot.com/feeds/115316655650533590/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31031511&amp;postID=115316655650533590' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31031511/posts/default/115316655650533590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31031511/posts/default/115316655650533590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quelmtorres.blogspot.com/2006/07/alegria-espanta-toda-tristeza-uma.html' title=''/><author><name>Raquel Torres</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12522255201847675214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31031511.post-115301297020513402</id><published>2006-07-15T22:19:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-07-15T22:22:50.213-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Para as minhas amigas "blogueiras":&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;DUPLO SILÊNCIO&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;     "Dois amigos cultivaram o mesmo campo de trigo, trabalhando arduamente a terra com amor e dedicação. Numa luta estafante, às vezes inglória, à espera de um resultado compensador. Passam-se anos de pouco ou nenhum retorno. Até que um dia, chegou a grande colheita. Perfeita, abundante, magnífica, satisfazendo os dois agricultores que a repartiram igualmente, eufóricos. Cada um seguiu o seu rumo. À noite, já no leito, cansado da brava lida daqueles últimos dias, um deles pensou: "Eu sou casado, tenho filhos fortes e bons, uma companheira fiel e cúmplice. Eles me ajudarão no fim da minha vida. O meu amigo é sozinho, não se casou, nunca terá um braço forte a apoiá-lo. Com certeza, vai precisar muito do dinheiro da colheita do que eu". Levantou-se silencioso para não acordar ninguém, colocou metade dos sacos de trigo recolhidos na carroça e saiu. Ao mesmo tempo, em sua casa, o outro não conciliava o sono, questionando: "Para que preciso de tanto dinheiro se não tenho ninguém para sustentar, já estou idoso para ter filhos e não penso mais em me casar? As minhas necessidades são muito menores do que as do meu sócio, com uma família numerosa para manter". Não teve dúvidas, pulou da cama, encheu a sua carroça com a metade do produto da boa terra e saiu pela madrugada fria, dirigindo-se à casa do outro. O entusiasmo era tanto que não dava para esperar o amanhecer. Na estrada escura e nebulosa daquela noite de inverno, os dois amigos encontraram-se frente a frente. Olharam-se espantados. Mas não foram necessárias as palavras para que entendessem a mútua intenção. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;  &lt;em&gt; Amigo é aquele que no seu silêncio escuta o silêncio do outro. Amigos são anjos que nos deixam em pé quando nossas asas têm problemas em se lembrar como voar."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;                                                                                                                                           anônimo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Com carinho,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Quel&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31031511-115301297020513402?l=quelmtorres.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quelmtorres.blogspot.com/feeds/115301297020513402/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31031511&amp;postID=115301297020513402' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31031511/posts/default/115301297020513402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31031511/posts/default/115301297020513402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quelmtorres.blogspot.com/2006/07/para-as-minhas-amigas-blogueiras-duplo.html' title=''/><author><name>Raquel Torres</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12522255201847675214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31031511.post-115272879290441633</id><published>2006-07-12T15:19:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-07-12T15:26:32.916-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Não é a dor que quero entender (essa dói e pronto),&lt;br /&gt;mas esse mistério de duas almas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;que não se tocam no físico&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;e têm quase uma unidade na imortalidade.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mas é isso que quero!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Você me ama?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Você quer construir uma vida comigo?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tem desejo e sabor?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Eu sinto que você me quer, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;precisa de mim,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; mas será que eu estarei ao nível de suas expectativas?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Eu queria uma certeza,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;quantas vezes vislumbrei o que seria o derradeiro&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;e nem início era. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Quantas vezes esperei contar &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;e só senti se afastarem &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;e eu ficar no chão...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Eu quero a certeza do absoluto.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A afirmação positiva.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Não quero os sonhos dos loucos,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;nem a vontade dos sem-alma.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Eu quero a certeza da vida.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A afirmação do amor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Não apenas um amor carnal e dirigido,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;mas do sentimento verdadeiro&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;que se entranha na alma&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;e que não existam mágoas, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;que não dissolva.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Quero ter a certeza premonitória&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;que posso mergulhar, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;que não encontrarei uma pedra.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Quero a certeza da luz&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;que não se machuca nos espinhos,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;penetra as sombras, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;não se inibe no mar...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ou a certeza ou nada!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Duas almas que constróem uma estrada juntos,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;não sabem como esse trajeto será,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;mas apenas têm uma certeza quase sobre-humana&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;que têm que construir juntas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;São vidas independentes, mas harmônicas. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;São autônomas, mas responsáveis. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Consistentes no que sentem&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;e têm a certeza do que realmente sentem.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Não é um "eu acho", "pode ser", "quem sabe", &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"vamos tentar", "se der certo"...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;É a certeza que só o verdadeiro amor tem.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Que não tem fronteiras, nem modos, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;um amor que não espreita, não sucumbe,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;nem apenas existe para satisfazer...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;nossos pequenos egoísmos.&lt;br /&gt;(Carlos Eduardo Bronzoni©) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31031511-115272879290441633?l=quelmtorres.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quelmtorres.blogspot.com/feeds/115272879290441633/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31031511&amp;postID=115272879290441633' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31031511/posts/default/115272879290441633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31031511/posts/default/115272879290441633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quelmtorres.blogspot.com/2006/07/no-dor-que-quero-entender-essa-di-e.html' title=''/><author><name>Raquel Torres</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12522255201847675214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry></feed>
