<?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-5153265485468657017</id><updated>2011-07-28T00:06:59.367-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ariane '</title><subtitle type='html'>A verdadeira paz só tem aqele,qe já conhece a Jesus ♪</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nannyoliveiradance.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5153265485468657017/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nannyoliveiradance.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>- Ariane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10241882499767766679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-l9y0HxXWoxY/TicsCH2AD3I/AAAAAAAAAMg/UlQlbQGpo_c/s220/OgAAABIyyPdjBbRvUg9qvu0rEsLcuZDvDwrLC7W11IXgPNWAhKhTvD9M-ZlBjeNq2TLwq4sPDtx49WduDtJxMrgnGaYAm1T1UI9S59Sxmk_yrBDan5xtTWLxjNDY.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>17</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5153265485468657017.post-4604792340207729220</id><published>2011-07-20T13:10:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-20T13:11:11.446-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pêlos_JLC'</title><content type='html'>Recrutando a potrada&lt;br /&gt;corro as varas da mangueira.&lt;br /&gt;No bate patas do campo,&lt;br /&gt;só ficam vultos e poeira!&lt;br /&gt;São gritos de vamo-cavalo&lt;br /&gt;toca-toca, êra-êra...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Entre potros que amansei,&lt;br /&gt;Que sentei meu lombilho,&lt;br /&gt;Foram baios e ruanos, sebrunos e douradilhos,&lt;br /&gt;Já amaciei muitos tubianos, alazão, preto e tordilho,&lt;br /&gt;De vinagre até um negro, todos os pêlos eu encilho,&lt;br /&gt;Gateados e lobunos, zainos também domei,&lt;br /&gt;Um rosilho prateado em malacaras andei.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;São gritos de bamo-cavalo&lt;br /&gt;toca-toca, êra-êra...&lt;br /&gt;São gritos de bamo-cavalo&lt;br /&gt;toca-toca, êra-êra...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arrucinei um bragado,&lt;br /&gt;Um oveiro negro, um rosado&lt;br /&gt;Um chita, um branco ou melado.&lt;br /&gt;Um picaço pata branca,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que por sinal desconfiado,&lt;br /&gt;Especial baio-gateado,&lt;br /&gt;Que nunca deixou-me a pé,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um tostado bico branco,&lt;br /&gt;Trotiei muito em pangaré,&lt;br /&gt;Um colorado cabano,&lt;br /&gt;Um azulego mui feio,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que às vezes em volta do rancho&lt;br /&gt;Deixava mascando o freio&lt;br /&gt;Só me falta o potro mouro&lt;br /&gt;Para sentar meus arreios.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;São gritos de bamo-cavalo&lt;br /&gt;toca-toca, êra-êra...&lt;br /&gt;São gritos de bamo-cavalo&lt;br /&gt;toca-toca, êra-êra...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5153265485468657017-4604792340207729220?l=nannyoliveiradance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nannyoliveiradance.blogspot.com/feeds/4604792340207729220/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5153265485468657017&amp;postID=4604792340207729220' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5153265485468657017/posts/default/4604792340207729220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5153265485468657017/posts/default/4604792340207729220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nannyoliveiradance.blogspot.com/2011/07/pelosjlc.html' title='Pêlos_JLC&apos;'/><author><name>- Ariane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10241882499767766679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-l9y0HxXWoxY/TicsCH2AD3I/AAAAAAAAAMg/UlQlbQGpo_c/s220/OgAAABIyyPdjBbRvUg9qvu0rEsLcuZDvDwrLC7W11IXgPNWAhKhTvD9M-ZlBjeNq2TLwq4sPDtx49WduDtJxMrgnGaYAm1T1UI9S59Sxmk_yrBDan5xtTWLxjNDY.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5153265485468657017.post-6070792390880663027</id><published>2011-07-20T13:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-20T13:07:51.202-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gauchão de Apartamento_JLC'</title><content type='html'>Quem vê de longe diz que é um taura da campanha &lt;br /&gt;Trás na figura a própria estampa do rincão&lt;br /&gt;Mate cevado e uma matera a meia espalda&lt;br /&gt;E bem pilchado pra dizer que é gauchão.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas quando está sozinho em seu apartamento&lt;br /&gt;Esquece o mate e se veste igual maloqueiro&lt;br /&gt;Só bota a pilcha quando é dia de rodeio&lt;br /&gt;Estufa o peito e fala alto eu sou campeiro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheio de manha estiloso&lt;br /&gt;Malandrão cento por cento.&lt;br /&gt;É o gauchão de apartamento.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se num fandango não larga a guampa de canha&lt;br /&gt;E na vaneira dança até clarear o dia&lt;br /&gt;Leva na mala de garupa os mantimentos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E nunca falta um "paieiro" pra parceria.&lt;br /&gt;Mas quando está sozinho em seu apartamento&lt;br /&gt;Liga no rádio um bate-estaca indecente&lt;br /&gt;Numa frasqueira seus creminhos de beleza&lt;br /&gt;E pra beber gosta de chocolate quente.!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5153265485468657017-6070792390880663027?l=nannyoliveiradance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nannyoliveiradance.blogspot.com/feeds/6070792390880663027/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-l9y0HxXWoxY/TicsCH2AD3I/AAAAAAAAAMg/UlQlbQGpo_c/s220/OgAAABIyyPdjBbRvUg9qvu0rEsLcuZDvDwrLC7W11IXgPNWAhKhTvD9M-ZlBjeNq2TLwq4sPDtx49WduDtJxMrgnGaYAm1T1UI9S59Sxmk_yrBDan5xtTWLxjNDY.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5153265485468657017.post-2881345856524719392</id><published>2011-07-20T12:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-20T12:58:33.527-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9_vDLFD-wuo/TiczQV_QeyI/AAAAAAAAANQ/CUbfIc_3Lxk/s1600/af2ed4fe0eaa5892c3d8d827f1655346.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="351" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9_vDLFD-wuo/TiczQV_QeyI/AAAAAAAAANQ/CUbfIc_3Lxk/s400/af2ed4fe0eaa5892c3d8d827f1655346.jpg" t$="true" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;JOÃO LUIZ CORRÊA...o melhor gaúcho de todos os Tempos &amp;lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5153265485468657017-2881345856524719392?l=nannyoliveiradance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nannyoliveiradance.blogspot.com/feeds/2881345856524719392/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5153265485468657017&amp;postID=2881345856524719392' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5153265485468657017/posts/default/2881345856524719392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5153265485468657017/posts/default/2881345856524719392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nannyoliveiradance.blogspot.com/2011/07/joao-luiz-correa.html' title=''/><author><name>- Ariane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10241882499767766679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-l9y0HxXWoxY/TicsCH2AD3I/AAAAAAAAAMg/UlQlbQGpo_c/s220/OgAAABIyyPdjBbRvUg9qvu0rEsLcuZDvDwrLC7W11IXgPNWAhKhTvD9M-ZlBjeNq2TLwq4sPDtx49WduDtJxMrgnGaYAm1T1UI9S59Sxmk_yrBDan5xtTWLxjNDY.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9_vDLFD-wuo/TiczQV_QeyI/AAAAAAAAANQ/CUbfIc_3Lxk/s72-c/af2ed4fe0eaa5892c3d8d827f1655346.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5153265485468657017.post-5048562841410608445</id><published>2011-07-20T12:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-20T12:49:10.267-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>♪ Não leve a mal, eu vou tomar um mate &lt;br /&gt;Que eu sou do sul, isso é natural&lt;br /&gt;A mão na cuia já não tem idade&lt;br /&gt;Eu sou do sul dos campos, serra e litoral&lt;br /&gt;A mão na cuia já não tem idade&lt;br /&gt;Eu sou do sul dos campos, serra e litoral&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tem desses dias que nascem cinzentos&lt;br /&gt;Lembrando tudo que a tristeza tem&lt;br /&gt;Encilho um mate cheio de alegria&lt;br /&gt;E como vai o dia, ela vai também&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lá pelas tantas esqueço da vida&lt;br /&gt;Meu corpo fica que é um ninho vazio&lt;br /&gt;Que abriga triste a casca partida&lt;br /&gt;De quem ganhou da vida por presente o céu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matear solito é pra quem quer voar&lt;br /&gt;Matear de mano só por querer bem&lt;br /&gt;Matear com ela é pura magia&lt;br /&gt;E na coreografia o beijo vai e vem&lt;br /&gt;Como eu te quero bem guria.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JeH_i-y0y3E/TicxDK_V0uI/AAAAAAAAANA/HcG97KCq0C8/s1600/chimarrao.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JeH_i-y0y3E/TicxDK_V0uI/AAAAAAAAANA/HcG97KCq0C8/s320/chimarrao.gif" t$="true" width="307" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5153265485468657017-5048562841410608445?l=nannyoliveiradance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nannyoliveiradance.blogspot.com/feeds/5048562841410608445/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5153265485468657017&amp;postID=5048562841410608445' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5153265485468657017/posts/default/5048562841410608445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5153265485468657017.post-5036592148293519464</id><published>2011-07-20T12:35:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-20T12:38:07.353-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A gauchada reunida na casa do Seu Marcos, tomando um chimarrão, e a cuia passando de mão em mão, ou melhor, de boca em boca, e fazendo aquela lambança toda. E mate prá cá, e erva pra lá, até que chega gritando na casa do Seu Marcos, seu amigo, que entra correndo todo preocupado, não sabendo como dar uma uma notícia muito delicada:&lt;br /&gt;- Seu Marcos, seu Marcos, não sei nem como contar uma notícia dessas !&lt;br /&gt;- O que foi home, que quê tá acontecendo ?&lt;br /&gt;- Não sei se o senhor vai aguentar, tenho uma notícia muito triste pra te dar…&lt;br /&gt;- Mais fale logo tchê, tu tá me deixando aflito hómi.&lt;br /&gt;- É que sua mulher fugiu com outro.&lt;br /&gt;- Ah! isso ? Pensei que tivesse acabado o chimarrão.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rzlIzO1IzA0/TicufRbojLI/AAAAAAAAAM8/dym9T7OITKg/s1600/cultura-do-rio-grande-do-sul-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="232" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rzlIzO1IzA0/TicufRbojLI/AAAAAAAAAM8/dym9T7OITKg/s320/cultura-do-rio-grande-do-sul-1.jpg" t$="true" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5153265485468657017-5036592148293519464?l=nannyoliveiradance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nannyoliveiradance.blogspot.com/feeds/5036592148293519464/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5153265485468657017&amp;postID=5036592148293519464' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5153265485468657017/posts/default/5036592148293519464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5153265485468657017/posts/default/5036592148293519464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nannyoliveiradance.blogspot.com/2011/07/temos-piores-na-pagina-inicial-clique.html' title=''/><author><name>- Ariane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10241882499767766679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-l9y0HxXWoxY/TicsCH2AD3I/AAAAAAAAAMg/UlQlbQGpo_c/s220/OgAAABIyyPdjBbRvUg9qvu0rEsLcuZDvDwrLC7W11IXgPNWAhKhTvD9M-ZlBjeNq2TLwq4sPDtx49WduDtJxMrgnGaYAm1T1UI9S59Sxmk_yrBDan5xtTWLxjNDY.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rzlIzO1IzA0/TicufRbojLI/AAAAAAAAAM8/dym9T7OITKg/s72-c/cultura-do-rio-grande-do-sul-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5153265485468657017.post-3389664024186035660</id><published>2011-07-20T11:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-20T11:53:27.707-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pS0lL0-IwC8/TicjS1iOURI/AAAAAAAAAL0/60c1RauC-7Y/s1600/tele-tabs1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="256" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pS0lL0-IwC8/TicjS1iOURI/AAAAAAAAAL0/60c1RauC-7Y/s400/tele-tabs1.jpg" t$="true" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;DIA DO AMIGO...Oq falar dessa data né ? Poisé AMIGOS VERDADEIROS,são poucos...como dizem '' da pra contar nos dedos ''...mas os poucos são o suficiente, e são essencias nas nossas vidas,são estes poucos qe valem por milhares ! Feliz daqele qe teem um AMIGO DE VERDADE ! *-*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Feliz Dia do Amiigo &amp;lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5153265485468657017-3389664024186035660?l=nannyoliveiradance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nannyoliveiradance.blogspot.com/feeds/3389664024186035660/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5153265485468657017&amp;postID=3389664024186035660' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5153265485468657017/posts/default/3389664024186035660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5153265485468657017/posts/default/3389664024186035660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nannyoliveiradance.blogspot.com/2011/07/do-amigo.html' title=''/><author><name>- Ariane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10241882499767766679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-l9y0HxXWoxY/TicsCH2AD3I/AAAAAAAAAMg/UlQlbQGpo_c/s220/OgAAABIyyPdjBbRvUg9qvu0rEsLcuZDvDwrLC7W11IXgPNWAhKhTvD9M-ZlBjeNq2TLwq4sPDtx49WduDtJxMrgnGaYAm1T1UI9S59Sxmk_yrBDan5xtTWLxjNDY.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pS0lL0-IwC8/TicjS1iOURI/AAAAAAAAAL0/60c1RauC-7Y/s72-c/tele-tabs1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5153265485468657017.post-489819508608504621</id><published>2011-07-20T11:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-20T11:46:03.685-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Pessoas choram não porque são fracas,mais porque elas vem sendo fortes a muito tempo !!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bCYuoUv24AM/TiciWCc0EZI/AAAAAAAAALw/7XM-ePkohaY/s1600/papel-de-parede-de-flores-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bCYuoUv24AM/TiciWCc0EZI/AAAAAAAAALw/7XM-ePkohaY/s320/papel-de-parede-de-flores-1.jpg" t$="true" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5153265485468657017-489819508608504621?l=nannyoliveiradance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nannyoliveiradance.blogspot.com/feeds/489819508608504621/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5153265485468657017&amp;postID=489819508608504621' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5153265485468657017/posts/default/489819508608504621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5153265485468657017/posts/default/489819508608504621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nannyoliveiradance.blogspot.com/2011/07/pessoas-choram-nao-porque-sao.html' title=''/><author><name>- Ariane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10241882499767766679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-l9y0HxXWoxY/TicsCH2AD3I/AAAAAAAAAMg/UlQlbQGpo_c/s220/OgAAABIyyPdjBbRvUg9qvu0rEsLcuZDvDwrLC7W11IXgPNWAhKhTvD9M-ZlBjeNq2TLwq4sPDtx49WduDtJxMrgnGaYAm1T1UI9S59Sxmk_yrBDan5xtTWLxjNDY.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bCYuoUv24AM/TiciWCc0EZI/AAAAAAAAALw/7XM-ePkohaY/s72-c/papel-de-parede-de-flores-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5153265485468657017.post-1892196854640026494</id><published>2011-07-20T11:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-20T11:43:56.713-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp; Quem conhece um sorriso de VERDADE,sabe que nem todo palhaço é FELIZ !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lqwc7QvBebQ/TichqceOvaI/AAAAAAAAALs/YH9DDXs3Exk/s200/palhaco_triste.jpg" t$="true" width="180" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5153265485468657017-1892196854640026494?l=nannyoliveiradance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nannyoliveiradance.blogspot.com/feeds/1892196854640026494/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5153265485468657017&amp;postID=1892196854640026494' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5153265485468657017/posts/default/1892196854640026494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5153265485468657017/posts/default/1892196854640026494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nannyoliveiradance.blogspot.com/2011/07/quem-conhece-um-sorriso-de-verdadesabe.html' title=''/><author><name>- Ariane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10241882499767766679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-l9y0HxXWoxY/TicsCH2AD3I/AAAAAAAAAMg/UlQlbQGpo_c/s220/OgAAABIyyPdjBbRvUg9qvu0rEsLcuZDvDwrLC7W11IXgPNWAhKhTvD9M-ZlBjeNq2TLwq4sPDtx49WduDtJxMrgnGaYAm1T1UI9S59Sxmk_yrBDan5xtTWLxjNDY.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lqwc7QvBebQ/TichqceOvaI/AAAAAAAAALs/YH9DDXs3Exk/s72-c/palhaco_triste.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5153265485468657017.post-1922136933709858704</id><published>2011-07-19T11:00:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-19T11:00:07.392-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Paixão'</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0KZ6wLiuxO8/TiXFvK6FEPI/AAAAAAAAALo/yIAu8Q8GrOY/s1600/ameei.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" m$="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0KZ6wLiuxO8/TiXFvK6FEPI/AAAAAAAAALo/yIAu8Q8GrOY/s320/ameei.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Boom geente pra vcs conhecerem um pouco mais de mim,eis ai uma das maiores paixoes qe tenho na vida ' o CAVALO,sou apaixonada por esse animal...o animal mais bonito ( na minha opinião )...amo andar a cavalo &amp;lt;3 Sou gaucha ' não nego ! Hehehe!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5153265485468657017-1922136933709858704?l=nannyoliveiradance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nannyoliveiradance.blogspot.com/feeds/1922136933709858704/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5153265485468657017&amp;postID=1922136933709858704' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5153265485468657017/posts/default/1922136933709858704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5153265485468657017/posts/default/1922136933709858704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nannyoliveiradance.blogspot.com/2011/07/paixao.html' title='Paixão&apos;'/><author><name>- Ariane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10241882499767766679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-l9y0HxXWoxY/TicsCH2AD3I/AAAAAAAAAMg/UlQlbQGpo_c/s220/OgAAABIyyPdjBbRvUg9qvu0rEsLcuZDvDwrLC7W11IXgPNWAhKhTvD9M-ZlBjeNq2TLwq4sPDtx49WduDtJxMrgnGaYAm1T1UI9S59Sxmk_yrBDan5xtTWLxjNDY.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0KZ6wLiuxO8/TiXFvK6FEPI/AAAAAAAAALo/yIAu8Q8GrOY/s72-c/ameei.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5153265485468657017.post-4770475308241565575</id><published>2011-07-19T10:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-19T10:57:03.806-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Anjo</title><content type='html'>A&lt;em&gt;credita em anjo ??&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pois é, sou o seu&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Soube que anda triste&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Que sente falta de alguém&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Que não quer amar ninguém.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Por isso estou aqui&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Vim cuidar de você&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Te proteger, te fazer sorrir&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Te entender, te ouvir&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;E quando tiver cansada &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cantar pra você dormir.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Te colocar sobre as minhas asas&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Te apresentar as estrelas do meu céu&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Passar em Saturno e roubar o seu mais lindo anel.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Vou secar qualquer lágrima&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Que ousar cair&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Vou desviar todo mal do seu pensamento&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Vou estar contigo a todo momento&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sem que você me veja&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Vou fazer tudo que você deseja.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mas, de repente você me beija&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;O coração dispara&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;E a consciência sente dor&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;E eu descubro que além de anjo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Eu posso ser seu amor.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Vou secar qualquer lágrima&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Que ousar cair&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Vou desviar todo mal do seu pensamento&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Estar contigo a todo momento&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sem que você me veja&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Farei tudo, tudo, tudo que deseja.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mas, de repente você me beija&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;O coração dispara&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;E a consciência sente dor&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;E eu descubro que além de anjo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Eu posso ser seu amor.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4L4jQicWZJM/TiXE48N_JPI/AAAAAAAAALk/YZ6y_u8cz0U/s1600/anjo012.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" m$="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4L4jQicWZJM/TiXE48N_JPI/AAAAAAAAALk/YZ6y_u8cz0U/s200/anjo012.jpg" width="160" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5153265485468657017-4770475308241565575?l=nannyoliveiradance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nannyoliveiradance.blogspot.com/feeds/4770475308241565575/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5153265485468657017&amp;postID=4770475308241565575' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5153265485468657017/posts/default/4770475308241565575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5153265485468657017/posts/default/4770475308241565575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nannyoliveiradance.blogspot.com/2011/07/anjo.html' title='Anjo'/><author><name>- Ariane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10241882499767766679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-l9y0HxXWoxY/TicsCH2AD3I/AAAAAAAAAMg/UlQlbQGpo_c/s220/OgAAABIyyPdjBbRvUg9qvu0rEsLcuZDvDwrLC7W11IXgPNWAhKhTvD9M-ZlBjeNq2TLwq4sPDtx49WduDtJxMrgnGaYAm1T1UI9S59Sxmk_yrBDan5xtTWLxjNDY.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4L4jQicWZJM/TiXE48N_JPI/AAAAAAAAALk/YZ6y_u8cz0U/s72-c/anjo012.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5153265485468657017.post-5727220743931804581</id><published>2011-06-14T07:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-14T07:19:10.888-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A vida em questão de segundos '</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp;Galera hoje passei por um dos maiores apertos de minha vida,um dos maiores&amp;nbsp; sustos da minha vida ' , hoje acordei cedo e fui para a escola,como de costume, e recebi a tragica noticia de que meu melhor amigo estava morto, não sei descrever a dor desse momento,o '' arrependimento '' que senti,por ter deixado de dizer certas coisas a ele, de ter compartilhado certos momentos com ele ! Tudo o que eu mais queria nessa hora, era o abraço da minha '' mãe '', e saber de alguma maneira, que tudo era mentira ! Lágrimas já não apareciam mais, a tristeza havia tomado conta de tudo. A história dessa GRANDE AMIZADE passou em fração de segundos em minha mente...&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Com um último fim de ESPERANÇA , liguei para o celular dele, sabendo que a mãe dele;certamente iria atender,já qe ele estava MORTO, mas dentro de mim,algo ainda me encorajava a acreditar que ELE iria atender o celular !&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; E para meu espanto, e para minha GRANDE ALEGRIA,um OI mto fraco surgiu, e era ELE '.. (:&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Toda a noticia não passava de buatos....&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Esse acontecimento me fez perceber que Deus realmente existe, que as pessoas mentem, independente da mentira que for, e que os AMIGOS são OURO,e que devemos SEMPRE viver cada dia como se fosse o ÚLTIMO,.. por pouco minha VIDA não ACABA, '' HOJE '' !....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-E-BccUS3ZMg/Tfds0xkKilI/AAAAAAAAALA/NCNNZtS-5Lc/s1600/PQAAACicObjYNBVF_tJG7TN5VypKT3cYnV_KOKr0uPVmV_P9LlLPs1pTugIs-jDXtmQUWrPB0vMzkqJp-ZC8tUKQuCMAm1T1UNSAQPMosyO7-D9TZ3Bn27hNMScw.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-E-BccUS3ZMg/Tfds0xkKilI/AAAAAAAAALA/NCNNZtS-5Lc/s320/PQAAACicObjYNBVF_tJG7TN5VypKT3cYnV_KOKr0uPVmV_P9LlLPs1pTugIs-jDXtmQUWrPB0vMzkqJp-ZC8tUKQuCMAm1T1UNSAQPMosyO7-D9TZ3Bn27hNMScw.jpg" t8="true" width="153" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; meeo MELHOR -- &amp;gt; GIOVANI AZEVEDO&amp;nbsp; &amp;lt;33&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5153265485468657017-5727220743931804581?l=nannyoliveiradance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nannyoliveiradance.blogspot.com/feeds/5727220743931804581/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5153265485468657017&amp;postID=5727220743931804581' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5153265485468657017/posts/default/5727220743931804581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5153265485468657017/posts/default/5727220743931804581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nannyoliveiradance.blogspot.com/2011/06/blog-post.html' title='A vida em questão de segundos &apos;'/><author><name>- Ariane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10241882499767766679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-l9y0HxXWoxY/TicsCH2AD3I/AAAAAAAAAMg/UlQlbQGpo_c/s220/OgAAABIyyPdjBbRvUg9qvu0rEsLcuZDvDwrLC7W11IXgPNWAhKhTvD9M-ZlBjeNq2TLwq4sPDtx49WduDtJxMrgnGaYAm1T1UI9S59Sxmk_yrBDan5xtTWLxjNDY.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-E-BccUS3ZMg/Tfds0xkKilI/AAAAAAAAALA/NCNNZtS-5Lc/s72-c/PQAAACicObjYNBVF_tJG7TN5VypKT3cYnV_KOKr0uPVmV_P9LlLPs1pTugIs-jDXtmQUWrPB0vMzkqJp-ZC8tUKQuCMAm1T1UNSAQPMosyO7-D9TZ3Bn27hNMScw.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5153265485468657017.post-6998515496676211438</id><published>2011-06-13T15:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-13T15:20:03.755-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SjT57SbjQ_s/TfaM3HvRXjI/AAAAAAAAAK0/VHk8qGngcsg/s1600/qqqq.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SjT57SbjQ_s/TfaM3HvRXjI/AAAAAAAAAK0/VHk8qGngcsg/s1600/qqqq.jpg" t8="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Momentos felizes constroem &lt;u&gt;lembranças&lt;/u&gt;. Momentos difíceis constroem &lt;u&gt;histórias&lt;/u&gt; !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5153265485468657017-6998515496676211438?l=nannyoliveiradance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nannyoliveiradance.blogspot.com/feeds/6998515496676211438/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5153265485468657017&amp;postID=6998515496676211438' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5153265485468657017/posts/default/6998515496676211438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5153265485468657017/posts/default/6998515496676211438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nannyoliveiradance.blogspot.com/2011/06/momentos-felizes-constroem-lembrancas.html' title=''/><author><name>- Ariane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10241882499767766679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-l9y0HxXWoxY/TicsCH2AD3I/AAAAAAAAAMg/UlQlbQGpo_c/s220/OgAAABIyyPdjBbRvUg9qvu0rEsLcuZDvDwrLC7W11IXgPNWAhKhTvD9M-ZlBjeNq2TLwq4sPDtx49WduDtJxMrgnGaYAm1T1UI9S59Sxmk_yrBDan5xtTWLxjNDY.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SjT57SbjQ_s/TfaM3HvRXjI/AAAAAAAAAK0/VHk8qGngcsg/s72-c/qqqq.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5153265485468657017.post-5250578559488741469</id><published>2011-06-13T15:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-13T15:18:02.843-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fW9jCfUctZo/TfaMVg_zk6I/AAAAAAAAAKw/x8lP0a_e1bQ/s1600/porrraaaaaa.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fW9jCfUctZo/TfaMVg_zk6I/AAAAAAAAAKw/x8lP0a_e1bQ/s1600/porrraaaaaa.jpg" t8="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É a saudade que me faz perceber o quanto você é importante para mim,e quanta falta você faz !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5153265485468657017-5250578559488741469?l=nannyoliveiradance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nannyoliveiradance.blogspot.com/feeds/5250578559488741469/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5153265485468657017&amp;postID=5250578559488741469' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5153265485468657017/posts/default/5250578559488741469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5153265485468657017/posts/default/5250578559488741469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nannyoliveiradance.blogspot.com/2011/06/e-saudade-que-me-faz-perceber-o-quanto.html' title=''/><author><name>- Ariane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10241882499767766679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-l9y0HxXWoxY/TicsCH2AD3I/AAAAAAAAAMg/UlQlbQGpo_c/s220/OgAAABIyyPdjBbRvUg9qvu0rEsLcuZDvDwrLC7W11IXgPNWAhKhTvD9M-ZlBjeNq2TLwq4sPDtx49WduDtJxMrgnGaYAm1T1UI9S59Sxmk_yrBDan5xtTWLxjNDY.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fW9jCfUctZo/TfaMVg_zk6I/AAAAAAAAAKw/x8lP0a_e1bQ/s72-c/porrraaaaaa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5153265485468657017.post-6437039606599167202</id><published>2011-05-28T12:52:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-19T10:48:15.840-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Carta do ex para a ex, e a resposta da ex.</title><content type='html'>Carta do Ex para a Ex:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Querida,&lt;br /&gt;Escrevo para dizer que vou te deixar. Fui bom marido por 7 anos. As duas últimas semanas foram um inferno… O seu chefe me chamou para dizer que você tinha pedido demissão e isto foi a gota…Na semana passada, nem notou que não assisti ao futebol… Te levei na churrascaria que mais gosta…Outro dia chegou em casa, nem comeu e foi dormir depois da novela… Não diz que me ama… Nunca mais fizemos sexo… Portanto, ou está me enganando ou não me ama mais.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS. Se quiser me encontrar, desista… Eu e a Júlia, aquela sua ‘melhor amiga’ da Academia, vamos viajar para o nordeste e vamos nos casar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Ass: Seu Ex-marido.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Resposta da Ex:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Querido Ex-marido,&lt;br /&gt;Nada me fez mais feliz do que ler sua carta. É verdade, ficamos casados por 7 anos, mas dizer que você foi um bom marido é exagero. Vejo a novela para não lhe ouvir resmungar a toda hora. Reparei que não assistiu futebol,mas com certeza, foi porque seu time tinha perdido e você estava de mau humor. A churrascaria deve ser a preferida da amiga Júlia, pois não como carne há dois anos. Fui dormir porque vi que a sua cueca estava manchada de batom. (Rezei para que a empregada não visse). Mas, com tudo isto, ainda o amava e senti que poderíamos resolver os nossos problemas.Assim, quando descobri que eu tinha ganhado na Loteria deixei o meu emprego,e de surpresa comprei dois bilhetes de avião para o Taiti, mas quando cheguei em casa você já tinha ido embora… Fazer o quê? Tudo acontece por alguma razão. Espero que você tenha a vida que sempre sonhou. O meu advogado me disse que devido a carta que você escreveu, não terá direito a nada. Portanto, se cuida!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS. Não sei se lhe disse, mas a Júlia, minha ‘melhor amiga’, está grávida do Jorginho, nosso ‘personal’ lá da Academia. Espero que isto não seja um problema…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Ass: Sua Ex-esposa, Milionária, Gostosa e Solteira.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-V-ddmWbqgXo/TfaMH8zgTMI/AAAAAAAAAKs/uep7yAWlIKc/s1600/untitled.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-V-ddmWbqgXo/TfaMH8zgTMI/AAAAAAAAAKs/uep7yAWlIKc/s1600/untitled.bmp" t8="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5153265485468657017-6437039606599167202?l=nannyoliveiradance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nannyoliveiradance.blogspot.com/feeds/6437039606599167202/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5153265485468657017&amp;postID=6437039606599167202' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5153265485468657017/posts/default/6437039606599167202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5153265485468657017/posts/default/6437039606599167202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nannyoliveiradance.blogspot.com/2011/05/carta-do-ex-para-ex-e-resposta-da-ex.html' title='Carta do ex para a ex, e a resposta da ex.'/><author><name>- Ariane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10241882499767766679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-l9y0HxXWoxY/TicsCH2AD3I/AAAAAAAAAMg/UlQlbQGpo_c/s220/OgAAABIyyPdjBbRvUg9qvu0rEsLcuZDvDwrLC7W11IXgPNWAhKhTvD9M-ZlBjeNq2TLwq4sPDtx49WduDtJxMrgnGaYAm1T1UI9S59Sxmk_yrBDan5xtTWLxjNDY.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-V-ddmWbqgXo/TfaMH8zgTMI/AAAAAAAAAKs/uep7yAWlIKc/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5153265485468657017.post-6972656567318947787</id><published>2011-05-28T12:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-13T15:23:32.702-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Vá...</title><content type='html'>Garota vá trás de quem vc amα ! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nunca deixes aquele que ama por aquele que deseja, pois aquele que desejas te deixará pelo que ama. ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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display: block; height: 214px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; border-collapse: collapse; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; font-weight: normal;"&gt;Duas meninas estavam na sala de aula e uma puxa a cadeira da outra e ela:&lt;wbr&gt; ‘Porque você fez isso?&lt;wbr&gt;’ E a outra:&lt;wbr&gt; ‘Porque de acordo com a nova lei ortográfica “mocréia” perde o acento.' kkk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5153265485468657017-2868952828848882748?l=nannyoliveiradance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nannyoliveiradance.blogspot.com/feeds/2868952828848882748/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5153265485468657017&amp;postID=2868952828848882748' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5153265485468657017/posts/default/2868952828848882748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5153265485468657017/posts/default/2868952828848882748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nannyoliveiradance.blogspot.com/2011/05/kkkkk.html' title='kkkkk (:'/><author><name>- Ariane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10241882499767766679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-l9y0HxXWoxY/TicsCH2AD3I/AAAAAAAAAMg/UlQlbQGpo_c/s220/OgAAABIyyPdjBbRvUg9qvu0rEsLcuZDvDwrLC7W11IXgPNWAhKhTvD9M-ZlBjeNq2TLwq4sPDtx49WduDtJxMrgnGaYAm1T1UI9S59Sxmk_yrBDan5xtTWLxjNDY.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-g0l3TXu5jBY/Td6iI0dOesI/AAAAAAAAAlg/xl_Udxy6osA/s72-c/kkkaa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5153265485468657017.post-3734708455565833148</id><published>2011-02-18T09:17:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-18T09:17:33.864-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Toda garoota</title><content type='html'>já se arrependeu de ter cortado o cabelo, já quebrou a unha, já comeu chocolate ou sorvete pra matar a tristeza, já se apaixonou pela pessoa errada, já brigou com a melhor amiga, já se ferrou em alguma prova, já se atrasou, já ficou zangada sem motivo, já chorou de tanto rir, já duvidou de alguém, já pensou bobeiras, já teve pesadelos, já ficou 1h no telefone. Toda garota tem um bicho de pelúcia, acredita na amizade entre meninos e meninas, tem um ídolo, um livro preferido, uma mania irritante, um vício e uma paixão platônica. Toda garota já correu riscos por uma pessoa que não mereceu. Toda garota já se arrependeu e já errou. 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