<?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-3106978580331398711</id><updated>2012-02-16T12:29:27.415-03:00</updated><category term='Dourado'/><category term='pérola'/><title type='text'>INFINDO.</title><subtitle type='html'>IDÉIAS, AMORES, REVOLTAS, MODA, NOTÍCIAS... TUDO EM UMA COISA SÓ. TODA A MINHA VERDADE, TODA A VERDADE QUE ENCONTRO.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pauliinhakyrillos.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3106978580331398711/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pauliinhakyrillos.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Paula Kyrillos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16566287435013382426</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LtwkZ2TOcn4/TQK442BCS6I/AAAAAAAABsY/h9-wOK5A3Oc/S220/IMG_7129-4.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>42</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3106978580331398711.post-7379520516326295073</id><published>2011-01-04T11:48:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-01-04T12:07:30.322-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Lágrimas.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LtwkZ2TOcn4/TSMx1rUFZxI/AAAAAAAABuE/IB1nvkf4zD8/s1600/l%25C3%25A1grima.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LtwkZ2TOcn4/TSMx1rUFZxI/AAAAAAAABuE/IB1nvkf4zD8/s640/l%25C3%25A1grima.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Foto: Reprodução&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um dia você vai estar sozinho. Vai fechar os olhos e tudo estará negro. Os números da sua agenda passarão claramente na sua frente e você não terá nenhum para discar. Sua boca vai tentar chamar alguém, mas não há alguém solidário o bastante para sair correndo e te dar um abraço. Nem te colocar no colo ou acariciar os seus cabelos até que o mundo pare de girar. Nessa fração de segundos, quando seus pés se perderem do chão, você vai lembrar da minha ternura e do meu sorriso infantil. Virão súbitas memórias gostosas dos meus abraços e beijos, da minha preocupação com você. E só vão ter algumas músicas repetindo no seu rádio: &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;as nossas&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;. Em um novo momento você vai sentir um aperto no peito, uma pausa na respiração e vai torcer bem forte para ter a nossa vida de novo. O nome disso é &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;saudade&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;. E quando você finalmente discar meu número, ele estará ocupado demais, talvez nem seja mais o mesmo, ou até eu nem queira mais te atender. E se você bater na minha porta, ela estará muito trancada. E se aberta, mostrará uma casa vazia. Seus olhos te ensinarão o que são &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;lágrimas&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;. Aquelas que eu te disse que ardiam tanto. O nome do enjôo que você irá sentir chama-se &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;arrependimento&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;, e a falta de fome que virá, chama-se &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;tristeza&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;. Então, quando os dias passarem e eu não te ligar, quando nada de bom te acontecer e ninguém te olhar com meus olhos encantados, você encontrará a tão famosa &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;solidão&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;. A partir daí, o que acontecerá chama-se &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;surpresa&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;. E provavelmente o remédio para todas essas sensações acima é o tal do &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;tempo&lt;/u&gt; &lt;/b&gt;em que você tanto falava!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3106978580331398711-7379520516326295073?l=pauliinhakyrillos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pauliinhakyrillos.blogspot.com/feeds/7379520516326295073/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3106978580331398711&amp;postID=7379520516326295073' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3106978580331398711/posts/default/7379520516326295073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3106978580331398711/posts/default/7379520516326295073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pauliinhakyrillos.blogspot.com/2011/01/lagrimas.html' title='Lágrimas.'/><author><name>Paula Kyrillos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16566287435013382426</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LtwkZ2TOcn4/TQK442BCS6I/AAAAAAAABsY/h9-wOK5A3Oc/S220/IMG_7129-4.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LtwkZ2TOcn4/TSMx1rUFZxI/AAAAAAAABuE/IB1nvkf4zD8/s72-c/l%25C3%25A1grima.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3106978580331398711.post-6782007513938362745</id><published>2009-08-12T13:10:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T13:17:54.076-03:00</updated><title type='text'>- Amadurecimento.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LtwkZ2TOcn4/SoLqd_QB2eI/AAAAAAAAAW8/4-1AkXjAUt8/s1600-h/pipas1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369111506694822370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 226px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LtwkZ2TOcn4/SoLqd_QB2eI/AAAAAAAAAW8/4-1AkXjAUt8/s320/pipas1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"- Quanto tempo demora? - perguntou ele.&lt;br /&gt;- Não sei. Um pouco.&lt;br /&gt;Sohrab deu de ombros e voltou a sorrir, desta vez era um sorriso mais largo.&lt;br /&gt;- Não tem importância. Posso esperar. É que nem maçã ácida.&lt;br /&gt;- Maçã ácida?&lt;br /&gt;- Um dia, quando eu era bem pequenininho mesmo, trepei em uma árvore e comi uma daquelas maçãs verdes, ácidas. Minha barriga inchou e ficou dura feito um tambor. Doeu à beça. A mãe disse que, se eu tivesse esperado as maçãs amadurecerem, não teria ficado doente. Agora, quando quero alguma coisa de verdade tento lembrar do que ela disse sobre as maçãs."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O Caçador de Pipas - Khaled Hosseini&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/3106978580331398711-6782007513938362745?l=pauliinhakyrillos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pauliinhakyrillos.blogspot.com/feeds/6782007513938362745/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3106978580331398711&amp;postID=6782007513938362745' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3106978580331398711/posts/default/6782007513938362745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3106978580331398711/posts/default/6782007513938362745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pauliinhakyrillos.blogspot.com/2009/08/amadurecimento.html' title='- Amadurecimento.'/><author><name>Paula Kyrillos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16566287435013382426</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LtwkZ2TOcn4/TQK442BCS6I/AAAAAAAABsY/h9-wOK5A3Oc/S220/IMG_7129-4.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LtwkZ2TOcn4/SoLqd_QB2eI/AAAAAAAAAW8/4-1AkXjAUt8/s72-c/pipas1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3106978580331398711.post-6816643637749690733</id><published>2009-08-10T15:11:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T15:14:43.515-03:00</updated><title type='text'>- Magra demais.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LtwkZ2TOcn4/SoBjBvAQSpI/AAAAAAAAAW0/nwgVNPKHKOo/s1600-h/0,,21610381-GDV,00.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LtwkZ2TOcn4/SoBjBvAQSpI/AAAAAAAAAW0/nwgVNPKHKOo/s320/0,,21610381-GDV,00.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368399637274184338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;O que "ser" isso? Uma caveira? Victoria Beckham já esteve em uma fase muuuuito melhor. Achava ela uma das mulheres mais bonitas. Uma panelinha de brigadeiro, uma pizza, um sushizinho... Acho que isso iria fazer bem a ela, né? Tsc, tsc, tsc... Arrasada!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3106978580331398711-6816643637749690733?l=pauliinhakyrillos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pauliinhakyrillos.blogspot.com/feeds/6816643637749690733/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3106978580331398711&amp;postID=6816643637749690733' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3106978580331398711/posts/default/6816643637749690733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3106978580331398711/posts/default/6816643637749690733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pauliinhakyrillos.blogspot.com/2009/08/magra-demais.html' title='- Magra demais.'/><author><name>Paula Kyrillos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16566287435013382426</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LtwkZ2TOcn4/TQK442BCS6I/AAAAAAAABsY/h9-wOK5A3Oc/S220/IMG_7129-4.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LtwkZ2TOcn4/SoBjBvAQSpI/AAAAAAAAAW0/nwgVNPKHKOo/s72-c/0,,21610381-GDV,00.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3106978580331398711.post-4437959498097720131</id><published>2009-08-09T18:25:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-08-09T18:30:38.373-03:00</updated><title type='text'>-Vai e vem.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LtwkZ2TOcn4/Sn8_maMMs2I/AAAAAAAAAWs/gooK-yuwGwA/s1600-h/menininhos1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368079209946985314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LtwkZ2TOcn4/Sn8_maMMs2I/AAAAAAAAAWs/gooK-yuwGwA/s320/menininhos1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;Ana Carolina - Só Fala Em Mim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;O tempo vai passar, você vai ver&lt;br /&gt;Então por que já não saber de vez?&lt;br /&gt;Você está tão longe de entender&lt;br /&gt;O que eu falo bem diante de você&lt;br /&gt;Você diz tudo bem, depois faz diferente&lt;br /&gt;Diz que vai sumir e sempre volta atrás&lt;br /&gt;Enquanto a sua imagem vai e vem&lt;br /&gt;Aonde posso ir se você não está?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;O sol me reconforta e eu ando só&lt;br /&gt;E sei que você anda por aí&lt;br /&gt;Eu nunca mais te vi ao meu redor&lt;br /&gt;Nem sei se me encontrei ou te perdi&lt;br /&gt;Talvez eu siga sem você daqui pra frente&lt;br /&gt;A vida tem caminhos muito desiguais&lt;br /&gt;Disseram que você só fala em mim&lt;br /&gt;Agora veja como a gente foi ficar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Não mandei você ir embora&lt;br /&gt;Nem falei que podia me esquecer&lt;br /&gt;Vou sorrir pra tristeza agora&lt;br /&gt;Vou viver os meus dias sem você&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3106978580331398711-4437959498097720131?l=pauliinhakyrillos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pauliinhakyrillos.blogspot.com/feeds/4437959498097720131/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3106978580331398711&amp;postID=4437959498097720131' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3106978580331398711/posts/default/4437959498097720131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3106978580331398711/posts/default/4437959498097720131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pauliinhakyrillos.blogspot.com/2009/08/vai-e-vem.html' title='-Vai e vem.'/><author><name>Paula Kyrillos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16566287435013382426</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LtwkZ2TOcn4/TQK442BCS6I/AAAAAAAABsY/h9-wOK5A3Oc/S220/IMG_7129-4.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LtwkZ2TOcn4/Sn8_maMMs2I/AAAAAAAAAWs/gooK-yuwGwA/s72-c/menininhos1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3106978580331398711.post-3436121047168062941</id><published>2009-08-07T16:38:00.006-03:00</published><updated>2009-08-07T17:01:55.231-03:00</updated><title type='text'>.coração.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LtwkZ2TOcn4/SnyC7uNlvbI/AAAAAAAAAV8/P5sUqoIF9Sw/s1600-h/flash-sexo-sexolivre-03.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LtwkZ2TOcn4/SnyC7uNlvbI/AAAAAAAAAV8/P5sUqoIF9Sw/s320/flash-sexo-sexolivre-03.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367308818447711666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Como diz a música do &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Muído&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;"Cuidado, cuidado. O meu coração está colado em tuas mãos..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;O mais engraçado é que quando você pensa que tá no finalzinho, percebe que se enganou, e que a história está &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;apenas &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;no começo. Percebe que tudo se encaixa. Consegue, então, entender cada gesto, cada mínimo detalhe. O cuidado, o carinho, a atenção, a saudade, o olhar que entrega... O quanto aquele momento em que a entrega é verdadeira significa para os dois. O abraço, aquele aperto mais forte, a vontade de sentir o outro mais perto, os beijos, o cheiro da outra pessoa na sua pele, o calor, o sentimento misturado com a saudade, com todas as dificuldades que tiveram que passar pra chegar a esse momento. Pode até ser que muitas dificuldades venham a surgir depois, mas comparadas ao encontro, as dificuldades só servem para fortalecer e fazer com que tudo seja valorizado cada vez mais. Os defeitos? Comparados a tudo isso que citei anteriormente, acha mesmo que isso pesa? Tenho certeza que não. E não é questão de não querer enxergar o que é visível, mas questão de não se importar, de não se abalar, afinal, quem não os tem? Depois, deitada no colo dele, você percebe várias coisas. Uma delas é que:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Se não é amor, outra coisa não pode ser. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3106978580331398711-3436121047168062941?l=pauliinhakyrillos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pauliinhakyrillos.blogspot.com/feeds/3436121047168062941/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3106978580331398711&amp;postID=3436121047168062941' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3106978580331398711/posts/default/3436121047168062941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3106978580331398711/posts/default/3436121047168062941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pauliinhakyrillos.blogspot.com/2009/08/coracao.html' title='.coração.'/><author><name>Paula Kyrillos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16566287435013382426</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LtwkZ2TOcn4/TQK442BCS6I/AAAAAAAABsY/h9-wOK5A3Oc/S220/IMG_7129-4.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LtwkZ2TOcn4/SnyC7uNlvbI/AAAAAAAAAV8/P5sUqoIF9Sw/s72-c/flash-sexo-sexolivre-03.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3106978580331398711.post-262153754442786134</id><published>2009-06-22T18:19:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T18:33:13.137-03:00</updated><title type='text'>- Chuva.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LtwkZ2TOcn4/Sj_30K5YxII/AAAAAAAAAVE/eciXtz0vQzc/s1600-h/chuva-thumb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 211px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LtwkZ2TOcn4/Sj_30K5YxII/AAAAAAAAAVE/eciXtz0vQzc/s320/chuva-thumb.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350267357989749890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Dia de muuuuuuuuuuuita chuva aqui em Recife, bitxo. :] Como tô de férias, pra mim é ótiiiiimo ficar em casa nesse frioziiiiinho. hahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Uma música pra combinar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Jammil - Chuva na Janela&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Chuva bate na janela&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;E eu me lembro de nós dois aqui&lt;br /&gt;Ouço agora aquela música velha&lt;br /&gt;Que você cantou um dia pra mim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Você foi para um país distante&lt;br /&gt;Li agora o seu cartão postal&lt;br /&gt;Sua foto na estante&lt;br /&gt;Te vejo no ano que vem&lt;br /&gt;No carnaval&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chove chuva, chuva chove&lt;br /&gt;Cai do céu pro chão&lt;br /&gt;E corre vem lavar o meu rosto&lt;br /&gt;Eu sei de tudo o que acontece entre a gente&lt;br /&gt;Nem imagino tentar te esquecer&lt;br /&gt;Não vejo a hora de te ver novamente&lt;br /&gt;E ficar com você&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&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/3106978580331398711-262153754442786134?l=pauliinhakyrillos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pauliinhakyrillos.blogspot.com/feeds/262153754442786134/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3106978580331398711&amp;postID=262153754442786134' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3106978580331398711/posts/default/262153754442786134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3106978580331398711/posts/default/262153754442786134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pauliinhakyrillos.blogspot.com/2009/06/chuva.html' title='- Chuva.'/><author><name>Paula Kyrillos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16566287435013382426</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LtwkZ2TOcn4/TQK442BCS6I/AAAAAAAABsY/h9-wOK5A3Oc/S220/IMG_7129-4.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LtwkZ2TOcn4/Sj_30K5YxII/AAAAAAAAAVE/eciXtz0vQzc/s72-c/chuva-thumb.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3106978580331398711.post-7275120725963320649</id><published>2009-06-20T19:11:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-06-20T19:21:14.115-03:00</updated><title type='text'>- Férias.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;FÉRIAS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LtwkZ2TOcn4/Sj1fBvCoBkI/AAAAAAAAAU8/-L1CLrz0q-M/s1600-h/vida-melhor-280108.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 211px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LtwkZ2TOcn4/Sj1fBvCoBkI/AAAAAAAAAU8/-L1CLrz0q-M/s320/vida-melhor-280108.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349536415798003266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Enfim, as minhas tão esperadas FÉRIAS. Depois de milhões de provas, precisava meeeeeesmo desses dias em casa... Que coisa boooooooooooa! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LtwkZ2TOcn4/Sj1fBlrNCeI/AAAAAAAAAU0/QVdEqKe4BBc/s1600-h/OgAAAN7zGZRJSx-xqK9ay6-yPRy3DevmgUNOOrHyLEbRTX5hSHixw94eaRcQXVOx4DOhsW8lefBtoNpo4vFKDEktSEIAm1T1UIdz8EylzQ7497kAEKCsFuoOepCu.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LtwkZ2TOcn4/Sj1fBlrNCeI/AAAAAAAAAU0/QVdEqKe4BBc/s320/OgAAAN7zGZRJSx-xqK9ay6-yPRy3DevmgUNOOrHyLEbRTX5hSHixw94eaRcQXVOx4DOhsW8lefBtoNpo4vFKDEktSEIAm1T1UIdz8EylzQ7497kAEKCsFuoOepCu.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349536413283846626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;Férias combina beeeeem com bolo de chocolate, pipoca, brigadeiro, filme, dormir até tarde, ou melhor, dormir tarde e acordar bem mais tarde. kkkkkkk Combina com farras no meio da semana, combina com mais fofoca com as amigas, combina com mais tempo para o namorado... Ah, férias combina com tudo aquilo que é bom. =) Estudar é bom, garante o futuro, mas férias? Ahhhh, é sem dúvidas nenhuma, muito melhor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;Vamos aproveitaaaaaaaaar!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;Beijos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3106978580331398711-7275120725963320649?l=pauliinhakyrillos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pauliinhakyrillos.blogspot.com/feeds/7275120725963320649/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3106978580331398711&amp;postID=7275120725963320649' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3106978580331398711/posts/default/7275120725963320649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3106978580331398711/posts/default/7275120725963320649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pauliinhakyrillos.blogspot.com/2009/06/ferias.html' title='- Férias.'/><author><name>Paula Kyrillos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16566287435013382426</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LtwkZ2TOcn4/TQK442BCS6I/AAAAAAAABsY/h9-wOK5A3Oc/S220/IMG_7129-4.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LtwkZ2TOcn4/Sj1fBvCoBkI/AAAAAAAAAU8/-L1CLrz0q-M/s72-c/vida-melhor-280108.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3106978580331398711.post-4026519075011520362</id><published>2009-06-18T21:47:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T21:52:23.753-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pérola'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dourado'/><title type='text'>- Tendência.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande'; font-size: 13px; "&gt;Pérolas e dourados... Dourados e pérolas. É a tendência! :] Vai bem com tudo, e a qualquer hora do dia. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LtwkZ2TOcn4/SjrghdTAa6I/AAAAAAAAAUs/t1BEyZPX0tM/s1600-h/paula+(3).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 318px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LtwkZ2TOcn4/SjrghdTAa6I/AAAAAAAAAUs/t1BEyZPX0tM/s320/paula+(3).JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348834372860537762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;R$ 15,00&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LtwkZ2TOcn4/SjrghDDvr5I/AAAAAAAAAUk/h4uqnuiMWbA/s1600-h/paula+(2).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 301px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LtwkZ2TOcn4/SjrghDDvr5I/AAAAAAAAAUk/h4uqnuiMWbA/s320/paula+(2).JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348834365817204626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;R$ 25,00&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LtwkZ2TOcn4/Sjrgg0Kg6vI/AAAAAAAAAUc/5uTDns2oKpg/s1600-h/paula.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LtwkZ2TOcn4/Sjrgg0Kg6vI/AAAAAAAAAUc/5uTDns2oKpg/s320/paula.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348834361819065074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;R$ 25,00&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Interessadas, é só falar!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Beeeeijos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3106978580331398711-4026519075011520362?l=pauliinhakyrillos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pauliinhakyrillos.blogspot.com/feeds/4026519075011520362/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3106978580331398711&amp;postID=4026519075011520362' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3106978580331398711/posts/default/4026519075011520362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3106978580331398711/posts/default/4026519075011520362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pauliinhakyrillos.blogspot.com/2009/06/tendencia.html' title='- Tendência.'/><author><name>Paula Kyrillos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16566287435013382426</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LtwkZ2TOcn4/TQK442BCS6I/AAAAAAAABsY/h9-wOK5A3Oc/S220/IMG_7129-4.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LtwkZ2TOcn4/SjrghdTAa6I/AAAAAAAAAUs/t1BEyZPX0tM/s72-c/paula+(3).JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3106978580331398711.post-9030245063062149026</id><published>2009-06-17T20:46:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T20:57:19.012-03:00</updated><title type='text'>- Felicidade.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LtwkZ2TOcn4/SjmA3E9uwAI/AAAAAAAAAUU/U4k8isuZ9wI/s1600-h/margarida.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 231px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LtwkZ2TOcn4/SjmA3E9uwAI/AAAAAAAAAUU/U4k8isuZ9wI/s320/margarida.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348447716192993282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Essas margaridas, são pra deixar o dia de amanhã das miiiiiiinhas queridas daqui do blog, beeeeem alegrinho, bem lindo. :) Eu tô feliz, e quero compartilhar a minha felicidade, dando flores virtuais. hahaha... E por falar em felicidade, vocês já pararam para pensar em como nossas vidas são lindas, maravilhosas, e felizes, apesar de alguns probleminhas? Claro que não, só temos tempo para reclamar... Deveríamos agradecer mais a Deus, porque é a Ele que devemos os dias que temos nesse mundãããão. É a Ele que temos que agradecer por cada novo amanhacer, por cada estrelinha que vemos no céu, cada sorriso que vemos nas ruas, cada noite linda que presenciamos, graças ao brilho da lua. A nosssa saúde e da nossa família, o amor incondicional, os amigos fiéis... A Ele devemos tudo isso. Vamos AGRADECER mais e RECLAMAR menos. Isso é a coisa mais pura, mais maravilhosa, mais linda... O bem supremo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Obrigada, Papai do Céu... Por tuuuuuudo! :&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3106978580331398711-9030245063062149026?l=pauliinhakyrillos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pauliinhakyrillos.blogspot.com/feeds/9030245063062149026/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3106978580331398711&amp;postID=9030245063062149026' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3106978580331398711/posts/default/9030245063062149026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3106978580331398711/posts/default/9030245063062149026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pauliinhakyrillos.blogspot.com/2009/06/felicidade.html' title='- Felicidade.'/><author><name>Paula Kyrillos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16566287435013382426</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LtwkZ2TOcn4/TQK442BCS6I/AAAAAAAABsY/h9-wOK5A3Oc/S220/IMG_7129-4.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LtwkZ2TOcn4/SjmA3E9uwAI/AAAAAAAAAUU/U4k8isuZ9wI/s72-c/margarida.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3106978580331398711.post-3326134454995952760</id><published>2009-06-14T18:20:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T18:23:19.946-03:00</updated><title type='text'>- Balanço.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LtwkZ2TOcn4/SjVp0F08LTI/AAAAAAAAAUM/ZU4DJwXPEDI/s1600-h/vdb04.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 204px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LtwkZ2TOcn4/SjVp0F08LTI/AAAAAAAAAUM/ZU4DJwXPEDI/s320/vdb04.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347296476210670898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;E balançar... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;Ainda enfiada nos livros, mas daqui há 7 dias isso acaba. Figa, figa, e muito figa!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;Beijos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3106978580331398711-3326134454995952760?l=pauliinhakyrillos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pauliinhakyrillos.blogspot.com/feeds/3326134454995952760/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3106978580331398711&amp;postID=3326134454995952760' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3106978580331398711/posts/default/3326134454995952760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3106978580331398711/posts/default/3326134454995952760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pauliinhakyrillos.blogspot.com/2009/06/balanco.html' title='- Balanço.'/><author><name>Paula Kyrillos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16566287435013382426</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LtwkZ2TOcn4/TQK442BCS6I/AAAAAAAABsY/h9-wOK5A3Oc/S220/IMG_7129-4.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LtwkZ2TOcn4/SjVp0F08LTI/AAAAAAAAAUM/ZU4DJwXPEDI/s72-c/vdb04.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3106978580331398711.post-5915023554799496581</id><published>2009-06-12T23:58:00.007-03:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T00:08:15.101-03:00</updated><title type='text'>- DIA DOS NAMORADOS.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LtwkZ2TOcn4/SjMX1lNDOHI/AAAAAAAAAT8/lHit46yom9o/s1600-h/eu+e+ele+(6).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 230px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LtwkZ2TOcn4/SjMX1lNDOHI/AAAAAAAAAT8/lHit46yom9o/s320/eu+e+ele+(6).jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346643391906265202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Meu &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Dia Dos Namorados&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; maravilhooooooooooooooooso. :) Sushizinho no &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;KITAI&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; com ele. Maaaas a atenção que quero voltar nesse post não é bem para isso, mas para a minha roupa. A saia cintura alta. Muuuuito perfeita, gente. Seguem abaixo mais fotos:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LtwkZ2TOcn4/SjMXoU_IkCI/AAAAAAAAAT0/lTfm381QgLk/s1600-h/eu.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 153px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LtwkZ2TOcn4/SjMXoU_IkCI/AAAAAAAAAT0/lTfm381QgLk/s320/eu.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346643164214628386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LtwkZ2TOcn4/SjMXoC6jtTI/AAAAAAAAATs/Myhg0xdP8xM/s1600-h/5paula+(2).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 54px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LtwkZ2TOcn4/SjMXoC6jtTI/AAAAAAAAATs/Myhg0xdP8xM/s320/5paula+(2).JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346643159363597618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LtwkZ2TOcn4/SjMXn006caI/AAAAAAAAATk/95-NhRtqpwU/s1600-h/eu+e+ele+(2).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 179px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LtwkZ2TOcn4/SjMXn006caI/AAAAAAAAATk/95-NhRtqpwU/s320/eu+e+ele+(2).JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346643155581825442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Assim já dá pra ter uma idéia, né?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Beijoooos! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3106978580331398711-5915023554799496581?l=pauliinhakyrillos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pauliinhakyrillos.blogspot.com/feeds/5915023554799496581/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3106978580331398711&amp;postID=5915023554799496581' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3106978580331398711/posts/default/5915023554799496581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3106978580331398711/posts/default/5915023554799496581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pauliinhakyrillos.blogspot.com/2009/06/dia-dos-namorados.html' title='- DIA DOS NAMORADOS.'/><author><name>Paula Kyrillos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16566287435013382426</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LtwkZ2TOcn4/TQK442BCS6I/AAAAAAAABsY/h9-wOK5A3Oc/S220/IMG_7129-4.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LtwkZ2TOcn4/SjMX1lNDOHI/AAAAAAAAAT8/lHit46yom9o/s72-c/eu+e+ele+(6).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3106978580331398711.post-1654805832985398979</id><published>2009-06-11T11:24:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T11:32:46.202-03:00</updated><title type='text'>- Lua.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LtwkZ2TOcn4/SjETy7wZjxI/AAAAAAAAATE/qsDZeIoRRg4/s1600-h/Lua1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 270px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LtwkZ2TOcn4/SjETy7wZjxI/AAAAAAAAATE/qsDZeIoRRg4/s320/Lua1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346075998420569874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Melhor do que receber um convite para ver a lua, só receber um para ver a lua na praia. =) hahaha Amoooo a lua, amooooo praia á noite, e na próxima lua cheia, espero ir. Programinha simples, saudável e extremamente agradável. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Concordam?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3106978580331398711-1654805832985398979?l=pauliinhakyrillos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pauliinhakyrillos.blogspot.com/feeds/1654805832985398979/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3106978580331398711&amp;postID=1654805832985398979' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3106978580331398711/posts/default/1654805832985398979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3106978580331398711/posts/default/1654805832985398979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pauliinhakyrillos.blogspot.com/2009/06/lua.html' title='- Lua.'/><author><name>Paula Kyrillos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16566287435013382426</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LtwkZ2TOcn4/TQK442BCS6I/AAAAAAAABsY/h9-wOK5A3Oc/S220/IMG_7129-4.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LtwkZ2TOcn4/SjETy7wZjxI/AAAAAAAAATE/qsDZeIoRRg4/s72-c/Lua1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3106978580331398711.post-7577421649636431511</id><published>2009-06-10T10:51:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T10:57:01.025-03:00</updated><title type='text'>- BRASIL.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LtwkZ2TOcn4/Si-7O96pX2I/AAAAAAAAAS8/1prrmX-CasY/s1600-h/BRASIL..jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LtwkZ2TOcn4/Si-7O96pX2I/AAAAAAAAAS8/1prrmX-CasY/s320/BRASIL..jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345697148525174626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Ooooooolha que liiiiinda a homenagem do Kaká pro filhote dele, que fez 1 aninho. :) Owwwwwn! Mais tarde, jooooooooogaço da nossa seleção brasileira. Vamos lá, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;BRASIL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&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/3106978580331398711-7577421649636431511?l=pauliinhakyrillos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pauliinhakyrillos.blogspot.com/feeds/7577421649636431511/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3106978580331398711&amp;postID=7577421649636431511' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3106978580331398711/posts/default/7577421649636431511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3106978580331398711/posts/default/7577421649636431511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pauliinhakyrillos.blogspot.com/2009/06/brasil.html' title='- BRASIL.'/><author><name>Paula Kyrillos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16566287435013382426</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LtwkZ2TOcn4/TQK442BCS6I/AAAAAAAABsY/h9-wOK5A3Oc/S220/IMG_7129-4.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LtwkZ2TOcn4/Si-7O96pX2I/AAAAAAAAAS8/1prrmX-CasY/s72-c/BRASIL..jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3106978580331398711.post-6889564430520398322</id><published>2009-06-09T12:24:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T12:29:32.509-03:00</updated><title type='text'>- Previsível.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LtwkZ2TOcn4/Si5_R9-fZcI/AAAAAAAAAS0/mr8mfvk88sk/s1600-h/menudo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LtwkZ2TOcn4/Si5_R9-fZcI/AAAAAAAAAS0/mr8mfvk88sk/s320/menudo.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345349754406528450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Aconteça o que for, NÃO SEJA PREVISÍVEL. Isso vai de roupas, até atitudes. Tem coisa mais cansativa, aguada, e chata do que gente PREVISÍVEL? Creio que não. Tudo, menos isso. Pooooooor favor! Muitas risadas com gente assim. Não por que é engraçado, mas por ser demasiado desprezível.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3106978580331398711-6889564430520398322?l=pauliinhakyrillos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pauliinhakyrillos.blogspot.com/feeds/6889564430520398322/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3106978580331398711&amp;postID=6889564430520398322' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3106978580331398711/posts/default/6889564430520398322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3106978580331398711/posts/default/6889564430520398322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pauliinhakyrillos.blogspot.com/2009/06/previsivel.html' title='- Previsível.'/><author><name>Paula Kyrillos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16566287435013382426</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LtwkZ2TOcn4/TQK442BCS6I/AAAAAAAABsY/h9-wOK5A3Oc/S220/IMG_7129-4.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LtwkZ2TOcn4/Si5_R9-fZcI/AAAAAAAAAS0/mr8mfvk88sk/s72-c/menudo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3106978580331398711.post-379045678971009430</id><published>2009-06-08T21:15:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T21:28:52.910-03:00</updated><title type='text'>CALMA.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LtwkZ2TOcn4/Si2quuzkCMI/AAAAAAAAASs/IABySRK3DrQ/s1600-h/01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 296px; height: 280px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LtwkZ2TOcn4/Si2quuzkCMI/AAAAAAAAASs/IABySRK3DrQ/s320/01.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345116052573653186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Até as mulheres estão se pegando, já que não tem namorado para passarficar no &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Dia Dos Namorados&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;... :O &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;kkkkkkkkkkk &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Caaaaalma, gente. Dia dos namorados é um &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;diazinho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; só. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Dia Dos Solteiros&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; é o ano inteeeeeeiro. Sem desespero, meninas. ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Já dizia uma "certa" amiga minha, com ar bem poético: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;"-É por isso que eu não namoro!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Traduzindo o pensamento dela: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Namorar dá trabalho. Tem que ter muuuuuuita paciência, e antes de mais nada, gostar bastante.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Tô pegada no &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Dia Dos Namorados&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;, mas o recado que dou é esse:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Só vale a pena namorar, se rolar sentimento no meio. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Beeeijos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3106978580331398711-379045678971009430?l=pauliinhakyrillos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pauliinhakyrillos.blogspot.com/feeds/379045678971009430/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3106978580331398711&amp;postID=379045678971009430' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3106978580331398711/posts/default/379045678971009430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3106978580331398711/posts/default/379045678971009430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pauliinhakyrillos.blogspot.com/2009/06/calma.html' title='CALMA.'/><author><name>Paula Kyrillos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16566287435013382426</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LtwkZ2TOcn4/TQK442BCS6I/AAAAAAAABsY/h9-wOK5A3Oc/S220/IMG_7129-4.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LtwkZ2TOcn4/Si2quuzkCMI/AAAAAAAAASs/IABySRK3DrQ/s72-c/01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3106978580331398711.post-4193850304587767273</id><published>2009-05-31T21:44:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T21:49:07.293-03:00</updated><title type='text'>- Semana de provas.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LtwkZ2TOcn4/SiMkxTEwDRI/AAAAAAAAASk/sh8FDwlEqFc/s1600-h/decifrando_homens_photodisc_01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LtwkZ2TOcn4/SiMkxTEwDRI/AAAAAAAAASk/sh8FDwlEqFc/s320/decifrando_homens_photodisc_01.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342154012343930130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Essa semana vou me ausentar um pouquinho, porque estou em semana de provas. Mas assim que der, dou uma passada por aqui. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Economia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; que tá enchendo a minha cabeça. Louca pra sair dessa cadeira logo. Então, até quando der... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;kkkkkkkkkkk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Beijos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3106978580331398711-4193850304587767273?l=pauliinhakyrillos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pauliinhakyrillos.blogspot.com/feeds/4193850304587767273/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3106978580331398711&amp;postID=4193850304587767273' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3106978580331398711/posts/default/4193850304587767273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3106978580331398711/posts/default/4193850304587767273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pauliinhakyrillos.blogspot.com/2009/05/semana-de-provas.html' title='- Semana de provas.'/><author><name>Paula Kyrillos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16566287435013382426</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LtwkZ2TOcn4/TQK442BCS6I/AAAAAAAABsY/h9-wOK5A3Oc/S220/IMG_7129-4.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LtwkZ2TOcn4/SiMkxTEwDRI/AAAAAAAAASk/sh8FDwlEqFc/s72-c/decifrando_homens_photodisc_01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3106978580331398711.post-9189243244543217178</id><published>2009-05-30T14:10:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T14:17:36.149-03:00</updated><title type='text'>- Liberdaaaaade.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LtwkZ2TOcn4/SiFo4blZW6I/AAAAAAAAASc/WDtArkeAGRw/s1600-h/Homens+voadores+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LtwkZ2TOcn4/SiFo4blZW6I/AAAAAAAAASc/WDtArkeAGRw/s320/Homens+voadores+2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341665951724690338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;Que vontaaaaaaade de fazer isso hoje. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;kkkkkkkk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt; Sério, deve ser muuuuito bom. :) O ventinho na cara, a sensação de liberdade. Um dia ainda faço isso! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'lucida grande';font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'lucida grande';font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;Beijos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3106978580331398711-9189243244543217178?l=pauliinhakyrillos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pauliinhakyrillos.blogspot.com/feeds/9189243244543217178/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3106978580331398711&amp;postID=9189243244543217178' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3106978580331398711/posts/default/9189243244543217178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3106978580331398711/posts/default/9189243244543217178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pauliinhakyrillos.blogspot.com/2009/05/liberdaaaaade.html' title='- Liberdaaaaade.'/><author><name>Paula Kyrillos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16566287435013382426</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LtwkZ2TOcn4/TQK442BCS6I/AAAAAAAABsY/h9-wOK5A3Oc/S220/IMG_7129-4.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LtwkZ2TOcn4/SiFo4blZW6I/AAAAAAAAASc/WDtArkeAGRw/s72-c/Homens+voadores+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3106978580331398711.post-4935693435596372179</id><published>2009-05-29T16:59:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T17:12:20.513-03:00</updated><title type='text'>- Doem-se.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LtwkZ2TOcn4/SiBALiRMV8I/AAAAAAAAASU/VqBrwK62uPU/s1600-h/OgAAAGDHChQ9Tej9vGF2GOOvQouwe__FbwCy4J4o1ss5yO3v2v3sR11bOGR8VRi7z4C42cCs3JhgnrEl2z2j6NpRzRQAm1T1UNSSto4V6VJArrhLjCOz1CsA-tpU.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 218px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LtwkZ2TOcn4/SiBALiRMV8I/AAAAAAAAASU/VqBrwK62uPU/s320/OgAAAGDHChQ9Tej9vGF2GOOvQouwe__FbwCy4J4o1ss5yO3v2v3sR11bOGR8VRi7z4C42cCs3JhgnrEl2z2j6NpRzRQAm1T1UNSSto4V6VJArrhLjCOz1CsA-tpU.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341339724983064514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Gente, tô aqui pra pedir de todo o meu coração que ajudem a Aline. Uma simples doação pode salvar a vida dela e a de milhares de outras pessoas que também têm &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;leucemia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;. Ela era uma pessoa normal, como todo mundo. Tinha uma vida normal. Saía, estudava, tinha amigas, amigos. Até que descobrir que tinha Leucemia. Fez quimioterapia, e estava 'curada'. Mas dias depois, a Leucemia voltou com toda força, e hoje ela precisa da ajuda de todos nós. A doação é simples. A chance de encontrar uma medula que seja compatível com a de Aline é de 1 em 1 milhão. Se todos se mobilizarem, talvez essa chance aumente. Poderia ser com qualquer um de nós. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Esse é o link que vocês podem ler para se informar sobre a situação da Aline.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;http://www.poisbem.com.br/atencao-leitores-de-recife-precisamos-urgente-de-pessoas-dispostas-a-salvar-uma-vida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Esse vídeo, uma amiga da Aline que fez.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=O8Vhhlg1HaE" target="_blank" style="text-decoration: none; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=O8Vhhlg1H&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=O8Vhhlg1HaE" target="_blank" style="text-decoration: none; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;wbr&gt;aE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'lucida grande';font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'lucida grande';font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'lucida grande';font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;O teste de compatibilidade pode ser feito no:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'lucida grande';font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'lucida grande';font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; line-height: 19px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;HLA Diagnóstico Ltda.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;R. Gonçalves Maia, 113&lt;br /&gt;Soledade - Recife - PE&lt;br /&gt;CEP 50070-140&lt;br /&gt;Tel/Fax (81) 3421.3387&lt;br /&gt;Tel/Fax (81) 3423.5156&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'lucida grande';font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'lucida grande';font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;E mesmo que a sua medula não seja compatível com a dela, pode ser compatível com a de outras pessoas que estão dependendo disso para voltar a ter uma vida normal. Doem-se. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3106978580331398711-4935693435596372179?l=pauliinhakyrillos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pauliinhakyrillos.blogspot.com/feeds/4935693435596372179/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3106978580331398711&amp;postID=4935693435596372179' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3106978580331398711/posts/default/4935693435596372179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3106978580331398711/posts/default/4935693435596372179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pauliinhakyrillos.blogspot.com/2009/05/doem-se.html' title='- Doem-se.'/><author><name>Paula Kyrillos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16566287435013382426</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LtwkZ2TOcn4/TQK442BCS6I/AAAAAAAABsY/h9-wOK5A3Oc/S220/IMG_7129-4.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LtwkZ2TOcn4/SiBALiRMV8I/AAAAAAAAASU/VqBrwK62uPU/s72-c/OgAAAGDHChQ9Tej9vGF2GOOvQouwe__FbwCy4J4o1ss5yO3v2v3sR11bOGR8VRi7z4C42cCs3JhgnrEl2z2j6NpRzRQAm1T1UNSSto4V6VJArrhLjCOz1CsA-tpU.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3106978580331398711.post-2321961055474459482</id><published>2009-05-28T18:52:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T19:45:58.210-03:00</updated><title type='text'>- Valor.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LtwkZ2TOcn4/Sh8O-7Oz2NI/AAAAAAAAASM/n8WoQj3N4lU/s1600-h/homens-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 293px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LtwkZ2TOcn4/Sh8O-7Oz2NI/AAAAAAAAASM/n8WoQj3N4lU/s320/homens-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341004157299185874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Pra fazer uma mulher feliz, um homem não precisa aparecer com um buquê de flores de orquídeas em extinção, não precisa ser o homem mais lindo do mundo, e nem muito menos o mais rico. O valor dele está em suas atitudes, em seu caráter, em sua humildade, e principalmente no amor que sente. Se não houver nada disso, de que adianta o resto? De que adianta uma pessoa tão completa por fora, e tão vazia por dentro? De que adianta uma pessoa que "só faz o social"? De que adianta a presença de corpo, e a ausência no que diz respeito aos seus pensamentos? Na minha opinião, não adianta de nada. Deus tem um plano para cada um de nós, e jamais abandona quem quer que seja. Por isso, existem pessoas que merecem ser valorizadas. A vida é tão curta, tão rápida, tão incerta... O tempo de ser feliz, de valorizar, de amar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;É AGORA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;[Por mim, Paula Kyrillos]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3106978580331398711-2321961055474459482?l=pauliinhakyrillos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pauliinhakyrillos.blogspot.com/feeds/2321961055474459482/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3106978580331398711&amp;postID=2321961055474459482' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3106978580331398711/posts/default/2321961055474459482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3106978580331398711/posts/default/2321961055474459482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pauliinhakyrillos.blogspot.com/2009/05/pra-fazer-uma-mulher-feliz-um-homem-nao.html' title='- Valor.'/><author><name>Paula Kyrillos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16566287435013382426</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LtwkZ2TOcn4/TQK442BCS6I/AAAAAAAABsY/h9-wOK5A3Oc/S220/IMG_7129-4.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LtwkZ2TOcn4/Sh8O-7Oz2NI/AAAAAAAAASM/n8WoQj3N4lU/s72-c/homens-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3106978580331398711.post-665573498274196940</id><published>2009-05-27T10:47:00.007-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T11:00:13.312-03:00</updated><title type='text'>- Dia Dos Namorados.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LtwkZ2TOcn4/Sh1G00fxzVI/AAAAAAAAAR8/ANtW3HOGxOc/s1600-h/dia+dos+namorados.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 313px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LtwkZ2TOcn4/Sh1G00fxzVI/AAAAAAAAAR8/ANtW3HOGxOc/s320/dia+dos+namorados.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340502606390349138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;Geeeeente, agora eu me toquei que tá chegaaaaaaando. :] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;kkkkkkkkkkkkk &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;Sério, não sabia que tava tão pertinho. Enfim... Já pensaram no que vão dar? Eu, que sempre sei o que quero, não consegui me resolver. Definitivamente, NÃO SEI O QUE COMPRAR. E o pior de tudo, é que já ganhei meus presentes antecipados. Um na semana passada, e outro ontem. Ou seja, tô completamente perdida. Mas adorei um estilo de &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;sapatênis &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;que vi na nova revista da &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;Daslu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;. Muuuuito lindo. Olha só:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LtwkZ2TOcn4/Sh1FZd0AjiI/AAAAAAAAAR0/WFUAv6Tq5Bg/s320/tenis.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 250px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340501036933090850" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;Liiiiiiiindo demais ele, né? Mas ainda não sei se é isso. Também tem a opção de um cinto, na cor meio rosa alaranjado. Muuuito na moda. E a opção de um anel de prata, que eu sou apaixonaaaada. Me ajudeeeeem! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;Beijos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3106978580331398711-665573498274196940?l=pauliinhakyrillos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pauliinhakyrillos.blogspot.com/feeds/665573498274196940/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3106978580331398711&amp;postID=665573498274196940' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3106978580331398711/posts/default/665573498274196940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3106978580331398711/posts/default/665573498274196940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pauliinhakyrillos.blogspot.com/2009/05/dia-dos-namorados.html' title='- Dia Dos Namorados.'/><author><name>Paula Kyrillos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16566287435013382426</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LtwkZ2TOcn4/TQK442BCS6I/AAAAAAAABsY/h9-wOK5A3Oc/S220/IMG_7129-4.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LtwkZ2TOcn4/Sh1G00fxzVI/AAAAAAAAAR8/ANtW3HOGxOc/s72-c/dia+dos+namorados.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3106978580331398711.post-3150406097681289585</id><published>2009-05-26T11:26:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T11:35:38.616-03:00</updated><title type='text'>- Topless</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LtwkZ2TOcn4/Shv91SvAxoI/AAAAAAAAARk/HEeTvRs1C6E/s1600-h/topless+avril..jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 228px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LtwkZ2TOcn4/Shv91SvAxoI/AAAAAAAAARk/HEeTvRs1C6E/s320/topless+avril..jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340140875181770370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Quaaaaase que a Avril Lavigne faz um &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;topless&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;. Ontem, dia 25, faltou pouquíssimo para as ondas da praia de Malibu levarem o biquíni dela. Tomara-que-caia exige mais cuidado, né? Fora que ela continua gordinha, menos que antes, mas continua...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3106978580331398711-3150406097681289585?l=pauliinhakyrillos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pauliinhakyrillos.blogspot.com/feeds/3150406097681289585/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3106978580331398711&amp;postID=3150406097681289585' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3106978580331398711/posts/default/3150406097681289585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3106978580331398711/posts/default/3150406097681289585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pauliinhakyrillos.blogspot.com/2009/05/topless.html' title='- Topless'/><author><name>Paula Kyrillos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16566287435013382426</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LtwkZ2TOcn4/TQK442BCS6I/AAAAAAAABsY/h9-wOK5A3Oc/S220/IMG_7129-4.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LtwkZ2TOcn4/Shv91SvAxoI/AAAAAAAAARk/HEeTvRs1C6E/s72-c/topless+avril..jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3106978580331398711.post-5668670738423984509</id><published>2009-05-25T15:52:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T15:15:36.411-03:00</updated><title type='text'>- Skinny's</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LtwkZ2TOcn4/ShrpKBHEMUI/AAAAAAAAARM/16aXCeRnaXM/s1600-h/skinny..jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 233px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LtwkZ2TOcn4/ShrpKBHEMUI/AAAAAAAAARM/16aXCeRnaXM/s320/skinny..jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339836666507178306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'lucida grande';color:#393939;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);  font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(57, 57, 57); "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Elas continuaaam na mooooda! :) Oba, porque eu não consigo deixar de usar. Apesar de as pantalonas terem voltado, não consigo usá-las de jeeeeeito nenhum. Humpf! :/ Olhem isso:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#393939;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(57, 57, 57); "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#393939;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(57, 57, 57); "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;"A skinny você já está cansada de conhecer, porque ela insiste em permanecer na moda - e consegue. Já faz pelo menos três estações que ela mantem a posição. Não é à-toa: ela é tudo que as brasileiras mais amam numa roupa. A saber, justa, sexy, jovem e fácil de usar. Fica boa com sapatilha, sandália ou bota. Para deixá-la mais fresca, use com jaqueta curta (se for jeans) ou como uma das partes de um terninho, para horas mais elegantes."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;(Por Gloria Kalil)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#393939;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#393939;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#393939;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#393939;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Muuuito bom saber, né? Amanhã posto a foto de um óculos 'meio retrô' que tô indo comprar logo mais. E de um lencinho que comprei ontem. Muito, muito na moda, os lencinhos. Ah, já ía esquecendo. A calça da esquerda, é da Cavalera e a da direita, da Colcci.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#393939;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#393939;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#393939;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Beijos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/3106978580331398711-5668670738423984509?l=pauliinhakyrillos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pauliinhakyrillos.blogspot.com/feeds/5668670738423984509/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3106978580331398711&amp;postID=5668670738423984509' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3106978580331398711/posts/default/5668670738423984509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3106978580331398711/posts/default/5668670738423984509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pauliinhakyrillos.blogspot.com/2009/05/skinnys.html' title='- Skinny&apos;s'/><author><name>Paula Kyrillos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16566287435013382426</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LtwkZ2TOcn4/TQK442BCS6I/AAAAAAAABsY/h9-wOK5A3Oc/S220/IMG_7129-4.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LtwkZ2TOcn4/ShrpKBHEMUI/AAAAAAAAARM/16aXCeRnaXM/s72-c/skinny..jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3106978580331398711.post-500942184524504602</id><published>2009-05-25T14:25:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T14:28:05.990-03:00</updated><title type='text'>- Beijo.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LtwkZ2TOcn4/ShrUyPSwCqI/AAAAAAAAARE/p5-M3rDhbvI/s1600-h/bjo.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 245px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LtwkZ2TOcn4/ShrUyPSwCqI/AAAAAAAAARE/p5-M3rDhbvI/s320/bjo.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339814267764869794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Dê um beijo e um abraço em quem você gosta. &lt;/b&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/3106978580331398711-500942184524504602?l=pauliinhakyrillos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pauliinhakyrillos.blogspot.com/feeds/500942184524504602/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3106978580331398711&amp;postID=500942184524504602' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3106978580331398711/posts/default/500942184524504602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3106978580331398711/posts/default/500942184524504602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pauliinhakyrillos.blogspot.com/2009/05/beijo.html' title='- Beijo.'/><author><name>Paula Kyrillos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16566287435013382426</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LtwkZ2TOcn4/TQK442BCS6I/AAAAAAAABsY/h9-wOK5A3Oc/S220/IMG_7129-4.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LtwkZ2TOcn4/ShrUyPSwCqI/AAAAAAAAARE/p5-M3rDhbvI/s72-c/bjo.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3106978580331398711.post-3352922127105797739</id><published>2009-05-22T13:00:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T13:08:06.520-03:00</updated><title type='text'>- Biscoitinhos.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LtwkZ2TOcn4/ShbMMNgHHxI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/dDlwITF9TYc/s1600-h/chao+de+estrelas+4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LtwkZ2TOcn4/ShbMMNgHHxI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/dDlwITF9TYc/s320/chao+de+estrelas+4.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338678918449143570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;Que vontade de comer um desses biscoitinhos de sobremesa. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;hahahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt; E essa chuvinha, esse friozinho que tá fazendo aqui em Recife, só dá vontade de ver filme embaixo de um edredom bem quentinho, e depois pegar no sono. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;hahahaha &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;Mas eu tenho que ir no salão fazer as minhas unhas. E por falar em unha, que lembra esmalte, uma dica para as meninas... Tem um esmalte liiiiiindo da &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;Risqué&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;, meio roxo cintilante. Eu particularmente não gosto de cintilantes, mas ele vale. O nome dele é &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;Affair&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;Beeeeeeeijos, meninas. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3106978580331398711-3352922127105797739?l=pauliinhakyrillos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pauliinhakyrillos.blogspot.com/feeds/3352922127105797739/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3106978580331398711&amp;postID=3352922127105797739' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3106978580331398711/posts/default/3352922127105797739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3106978580331398711/posts/default/3352922127105797739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pauliinhakyrillos.blogspot.com/2009/05/biscoitinhos.html' title='- Biscoitinhos.'/><author><name>Paula Kyrillos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16566287435013382426</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LtwkZ2TOcn4/TQK442BCS6I/AAAAAAAABsY/h9-wOK5A3Oc/S220/IMG_7129-4.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LtwkZ2TOcn4/ShbMMNgHHxI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/dDlwITF9TYc/s72-c/chao+de+estrelas+4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3106978580331398711.post-1666476945599859009</id><published>2009-05-21T12:53:00.014-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T13:31:58.729-03:00</updated><title type='text'>- Sofrem.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;"Todos ganham presentes, mas nem todos abrem o pacote."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; line-height: 19px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px; " src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LtwkZ2TOcn4/ShV92c7b4hI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/jXVVErcQGt4/s320/homens-sofrem-mais-g.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338311307749483026" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;A verdade é que eles, os homens, também sofrem. Sofrem com ausência, com saudade contida, orgulho ferido, sonhos não realizados, planos que não se concretizaram com "aquela mulher". Sofrem porque além de tudo, não conseguem dizer o quanto verdadeiramente sofrem. Sofrem porque não sabem dizer o que vem de dentro dos seus corações, e isso chega a doer e incomodar tanto, que preferem recuar em vez de avançar. Não conseguem se entregar, nem arriscar e acabam pagando com o coração. Mulheres também têm essas atitudes, mas no caso dos homens, é bem mais frequente. São mais inseguros, apesar de aparentarem força. Tudo isso resume-se em uma única palavra: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;MEDO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;. Medo de ser feliz. Chegam até a ser egoístas, por causa disso. Mais ainda existem alguns deles que são a exceção. Ainda bem, porque os demais não têm mais jeito.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;[Por mim, Paula Kyrillos]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3106978580331398711-1666476945599859009?l=pauliinhakyrillos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pauliinhakyrillos.blogspot.com/feeds/1666476945599859009/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3106978580331398711&amp;postID=1666476945599859009' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3106978580331398711/posts/default/1666476945599859009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3106978580331398711/posts/default/1666476945599859009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pauliinhakyrillos.blogspot.com/2009/05/sofrem.html' title='- Sofrem.'/><author><name>Paula Kyrillos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16566287435013382426</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LtwkZ2TOcn4/TQK442BCS6I/AAAAAAAABsY/h9-wOK5A3Oc/S220/IMG_7129-4.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LtwkZ2TOcn4/ShV92c7b4hI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/jXVVErcQGt4/s72-c/homens-sofrem-mais-g.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3106978580331398711.post-3281231827309982457</id><published>2009-05-20T15:17:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T15:30:52.752-03:00</updated><title type='text'>- Saia cintura alta.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LtwkZ2TOcn4/ShRMUabr66I/AAAAAAAAAQk/-7NNEwVtf-E/s1600-h/saiiia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LtwkZ2TOcn4/ShRMUabr66I/AAAAAAAAAQk/-7NNEwVtf-E/s320/saiiia.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337975371917421474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Muuuuuuito linda a saia, e tá muito na moda. Não combina com mulher muito baixinha, porque deixa menor ainda. Tem que ter perna comprida pra usar. Se for muito gordinha, fica estranho, porque ela marca muito. Preto no branco tá muito em alta, mas saias como essa da foto, em outras cores, como bege, ficam liiiindas com uma blusa na mesma tonalidade, dando a impressão de vestidinho bem colado. A arrumação fica por conta dos acessórios, principalmente das pulseiras, e uma bolsa carteira. Salto alto sempre, mas também dá pra usar de rasteirinha, numa festinha á tarde, no shopping, e etc... A maquiagem, o mais &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;clean&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; possível, por favor. Nada de sombra. No máximo um delineador, um rímel, batom cor de boca, e blush leve, nada de rosa gritante. Ah, pó compacto e corretivo, lógico, mas pouco, pra não dar aparência de boneca de porcelana. A dica tá aí..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;P.S.: Já tô com a miiinha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;hahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3106978580331398711-3281231827309982457?l=pauliinhakyrillos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pauliinhakyrillos.blogspot.com/feeds/3281231827309982457/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3106978580331398711&amp;postID=3281231827309982457' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3106978580331398711/posts/default/3281231827309982457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3106978580331398711/posts/default/3281231827309982457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pauliinhakyrillos.blogspot.com/2009/05/saia-cintura-alta.html' title='- Saia cintura alta.'/><author><name>Paula Kyrillos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16566287435013382426</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LtwkZ2TOcn4/TQK442BCS6I/AAAAAAAABsY/h9-wOK5A3Oc/S220/IMG_7129-4.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LtwkZ2TOcn4/ShRMUabr66I/AAAAAAAAAQk/-7NNEwVtf-E/s72-c/saiiia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3106978580331398711.post-8570117204606013724</id><published>2009-05-18T12:44:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T13:25:21.748-03:00</updated><title type='text'>- Mulheres.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LtwkZ2TOcn4/ShGD-ls0kTI/AAAAAAAAAQE/WAd9trgb0mA/s1600-h/menininhos1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LtwkZ2TOcn4/ShGD-ls0kTI/AAAAAAAAAQE/WAd9trgb0mA/s320/menininhos1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337192144705982770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;C&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;omplicações existem várias, mas com certeza uma das mais difíceis de lidar somos nós, as mulheres. Não por que temos idéias diferentes, nada disso. A complicação se dá pela fragilidade, delicadeza, ainda que imperceptível (o que é o meu caso). Mulheres pensam demais antes de agir. Temem até o impossível. Quando se trata de relacionamento, então, nem se fala. Medo de falar muito, medo de falar pouco. Medo de colocar um vestido curto, medo de cobrir demais e parecer uma beata. Medo de colocar muita maquiagem, medo de colocar pouca e ficar parecendo descuidada. Não sei se a palavra certa seria MEDO, creio que INSEGURANÇA seria a palavra certa. Para entender uma mulher é simples, o grande problema são os estereótipos que alguns homens criam, e isso nos deixa confusas, inseguras. Talvez as coisas entre homens e mulheres pudessem acontecer naturalmente, sem preconceitos, medos e inseguranças, se não houvesse essa generalização dos homens em relação ao nosso comportamento. Uma mulher é do tipo que diz não querer &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;'dormir junto', &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;porque ainda é cedo, mas se o homem que ama tem algum problema e está precisando dela, não importando a hora, ela está lá. Se fica doente, ela está lá pra cuidar. Liga, só pra saber como foi o dia dele, e mostrar o quanto se importa. Tem aquelas que até fingem não gostar tanto, são mais duronas, mas ainda assim, de uma forma meio &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;'escondida', &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;demonstram a cada gesto que não diferem em nada das mais &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;'dadas ao amor'. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;Mulher é sempre mulher, isso não muda nunca. E cabe aos homens despertar as qualidades das mulheres que amam, fazer com que elas se sintam seguras pra que as coisas comecem a funcionar naturalmente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'lucida grande';font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'lucida grande';font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;[Feito por mim, Paula Kyrillos]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3106978580331398711-8570117204606013724?l=pauliinhakyrillos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pauliinhakyrillos.blogspot.com/feeds/8570117204606013724/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3106978580331398711&amp;postID=8570117204606013724' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3106978580331398711/posts/default/8570117204606013724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3106978580331398711/posts/default/8570117204606013724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pauliinhakyrillos.blogspot.com/2009/05/mulheres.html' title='- Mulheres.'/><author><name>Paula Kyrillos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16566287435013382426</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LtwkZ2TOcn4/TQK442BCS6I/AAAAAAAABsY/h9-wOK5A3Oc/S220/IMG_7129-4.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LtwkZ2TOcn4/ShGD-ls0kTI/AAAAAAAAAQE/WAd9trgb0mA/s72-c/menininhos1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3106978580331398711.post-838937121921899901</id><published>2009-05-12T15:06:00.011-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T18:29:13.288-03:00</updated><title type='text'>- Homens de gelo.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LtwkZ2TOcn4/Sgm_ODq-XHI/AAAAAAAAAPs/54jm9JZxrIw/s1600-h/homens-de-gelo-3575.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335005481821690994" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: justify" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LtwkZ2TOcn4/Sgm_ODq-XHI/AAAAAAAAAPs/54jm9JZxrIw/s320/homens-de-gelo-3575.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;A foto ao lado poderia falar por mim, bem como o título desta postagem, mas &lt;em&gt;ainda&lt;/em&gt; sou adepta de uma imagem e personalidade franca e direta. O título e a foto, como não poderia deixar de ser, se entrelaçam. E é sobre entrelaçamento que hoje venho falar. Seriam os homens feitos de carne por fora e gelo por dentro? Seriam eles um entrelace de características humanas por fora, e por dentro o inverso? A resposta é um tanto quanto difícil, uma vez que eles não deixam isso claramente especificado. Então, será que cabe a nós mulheres tentar prever, julgar, imaginar? Falam que nada podemos prever, já que somos todos iguais, homens e mulheres, perante Deus. Falam também que não se pode julgar, pois essa parte não nos cabe. Falam ainda que podemos imaginar, mas isso não nos dá a certeza de nada. Então... O que nos cabe, enfim? As vezes a franqueza, ainda que possa entristecer e decepcionar, é o melhor caminho. Eu cresci, e descobri que Coelhinho da Páscoa, Papai Noel e Fada dos Dentes não existem. Descobri como nascem os bebês de verdade, que as pessoas morrem, mas não é para o céu que elas vão. No princípio, frustrei-me diante de tantas revelações, mas tô bem viva, e escrevendo aqui neste momento, como prova. Creio que também posso suportar e seguir minha vida ao descobrir que aquele homem, aquele que eu previa, imaginava e julgava ser tão perfeito, na realidade é um homem como qualquer outro. Um homem cheio de defeitos, imperfeições, medos, anseios e sonhos. O que decepciona de verdade é descobrir por trás desse homem, não a imagem que criamos dele, mas a mentira que ele criou sobre si mesmo. Esse homem nunca teve coragem de revelar sua verdadeira personalidade. Covardia? Não me compete dizer isso. Só tenho a plena certeza de que esse é o tipo de homem que é humano por fora e gelo por dentro. Não sabe este homem que com o tempo tudo mais a sua volta irá virar gelo. Tudo que ele tocar congelará. Ninguém sobrevive em meio a tanto gelo, tanta frieza sem proteção. Ele é gelo por dentro, mas esqueceu que por fora &lt;strong&gt;também &lt;/strong&gt;é humano.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify" align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;[Feito por mim, Paula Kyrillos]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3106978580331398711-838937121921899901?l=pauliinhakyrillos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pauliinhakyrillos.blogspot.com/feeds/838937121921899901/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3106978580331398711&amp;postID=838937121921899901' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3106978580331398711/posts/default/838937121921899901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3106978580331398711/posts/default/838937121921899901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pauliinhakyrillos.blogspot.com/2009/05/homens-de-gelo.html' title='- Homens de gelo.'/><author><name>Paula Kyrillos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16566287435013382426</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LtwkZ2TOcn4/TQK442BCS6I/AAAAAAAABsY/h9-wOK5A3Oc/S220/IMG_7129-4.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LtwkZ2TOcn4/Sgm_ODq-XHI/AAAAAAAAAPs/54jm9JZxrIw/s72-c/homens-de-gelo-3575.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3106978580331398711.post-4918145500688883840</id><published>2009-05-11T15:58:00.009-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T16:14:13.874-03:00</updated><title type='text'>- Falta ou presença</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LtwkZ2TOcn4/Sgh_MDj_qVI/AAAAAAAAAPk/ByasV5Q9Ac8/s1600-h/20090210180223.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 206px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LtwkZ2TOcn4/Sgh_MDj_qVI/AAAAAAAAAPk/ByasV5Q9Ac8/s320/20090210180223.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334653603711789394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Em um relacionamento, seja ele qual for, algumas coisas fazem falta, outras só um pouco. Um abraço que conforta, palavras de carinho, beijo na testa, mãos dadas, presença... Todas essas coisas fazem uma falta gigantesca, e na maioria dos casos é insubstituível. Outras, nem tanto. Mas fazem parte. A distância entre o lado da &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;falta &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;propriamente dita, e da &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;pouca falta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; é enorme. Sentir falta dói, entristece e dá vontade de chorar. Acredito que a 'falta' e o 'amor' caminham de mãos dadas, e seguem seus caminhos juntos, mas um dia se separam quando a falta deixa de ser falta, e torna-se &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;presença&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;. Ou quando alguém cansa-se de falta, e toma a decisão de procurar presença em outro lugar. Hoje é tempo de escolher o que lhe convém... A pergunta é:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;"-Falta ou presença?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;[Feito por mim, Paula Kyrillos]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3106978580331398711-4918145500688883840?l=pauliinhakyrillos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pauliinhakyrillos.blogspot.com/feeds/4918145500688883840/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3106978580331398711&amp;postID=4918145500688883840' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3106978580331398711/posts/default/4918145500688883840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3106978580331398711/posts/default/4918145500688883840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pauliinhakyrillos.blogspot.com/2009/05/falta-ou-presenca.html' title='- Falta ou presença'/><author><name>Paula Kyrillos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16566287435013382426</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LtwkZ2TOcn4/TQK442BCS6I/AAAAAAAABsY/h9-wOK5A3Oc/S220/IMG_7129-4.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LtwkZ2TOcn4/Sgh_MDj_qVI/AAAAAAAAAPk/ByasV5Q9Ac8/s72-c/20090210180223.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3106978580331398711.post-478532045497181561</id><published>2008-05-26T18:02:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2008-05-26T18:07:00.275-03:00</updated><title type='text'>.um nó perfeito.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_LtwkZ2TOcn4/SDslvknUy3I/AAAAAAAAAG0/4KqtwsN4Ph0/s1600-h/ATgAAADzkr7M-Frx8w1HnEd3910RHVNc8Nda1ssCCES99I9tIHxFtS48muRylfS6gknRBI4k8jGvY6Ices6T9Qq1VBCPAJtU9VCWA7gKqU_pjoJxtwobx8YtjuHd4g.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204795293569436530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_LtwkZ2TOcn4/SDslvknUy3I/AAAAAAAAAG0/4KqtwsN4Ph0/s320/ATgAAADzkr7M-Frx8w1HnEd3910RHVNc8Nda1ssCCES99I9tIHxFtS48muRylfS6gknRBI4k8jGvY6Ices6T9Qq1VBCPAJtU9VCWA7gKqU_pjoJxtwobx8YtjuHd4g.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Um nó perfeito.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3106978580331398711-478532045497181561?l=pauliinhakyrillos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LtwkZ2TOcn4/TQK442BCS6I/AAAAAAAABsY/h9-wOK5A3Oc/S220/IMG_7129-4.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_LtwkZ2TOcn4/SDslvknUy3I/AAAAAAAAAG0/4KqtwsN4Ph0/s72-c/ATgAAADzkr7M-Frx8w1HnEd3910RHVNc8Nda1ssCCES99I9tIHxFtS48muRylfS6gknRBI4k8jGvY6Ices6T9Qq1VBCPAJtU9VCWA7gKqU_pjoJxtwobx8YtjuHd4g.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3106978580331398711.post-2979475267591936355</id><published>2008-05-21T14:13:00.009-03:00</published><updated>2008-05-21T14:27:07.113-03:00</updated><title type='text'>.condição humana.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;'Desculpe, mas não posso prometer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Que eu nunca vou te machucar, porquê&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Sob a dura condição humana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Vivemos eu e você&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Como sempre foi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Todo dia é um novo dia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Eu sei que mal a gente se juntou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;E já mudou o modo de pensar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;E o medo de mudar assusta, eu sei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;E custa a aliviar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Mas não há de ser&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Mais forte que um novo dia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Afinal tudo aconteceu de repente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Num sinal era tudo tão diferente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;O amor chegou e eu cheguei pra você&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Você me olhou e a gente pagou pra ver&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;E se eu não for do jeito que espera que eu seja&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Não veja isso como uma coisa ruim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Assim as nossas diferenças&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Jamais serão nosso fim'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;[Linox - Condição Humana]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3106978580331398711-2979475267591936355?l=pauliinhakyrillos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pauliinhakyrillos.blogspot.com/feeds/2979475267591936355/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3106978580331398711&amp;postID=2979475267591936355' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3106978580331398711/posts/default/2979475267591936355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3106978580331398711/posts/default/2979475267591936355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pauliinhakyrillos.blogspot.com/2008/05/desculpe-mas-no-posso-prometer-que-eu.html' title='.condição humana.'/><author><name>Paula Kyrillos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16566287435013382426</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LtwkZ2TOcn4/TQK442BCS6I/AAAAAAAABsY/h9-wOK5A3Oc/S220/IMG_7129-4.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3106978580331398711.post-5944301647857203352</id><published>2008-05-18T19:03:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T19:07:21.521-03:00</updated><title type='text'>.num corpo só.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Num Corpo Só&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Maria Rita&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Composição: Picolé / Arlindo Cruz&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Eu tentei mas não deu pra ficar&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sem você enjoei de tentar&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me cansei de querer encontrar&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Um amor pra assumir teu lugar&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Eu tentei mas não deu pra ficar&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sem você enjoei de esperar&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me cansei de querer encontrar&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Um amor pra assumir teu lugar&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;É muito pouco&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Venha alegrar o meu mundo que anda vazio, vazio&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me deixa louca&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;É só beijar tua boca que eu me arrepio&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Arrepio, arrepio&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;E o pior&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;É que você não sabe que eu&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sempre te amei&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pra falar a verdade eu também&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nem sei&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Quantas vezes eu sonhei juntar&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Teu corpo, meu corpo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Num corpo só&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Vem&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Se tiver acompanhado esquece,vem&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Se tiver hora marcada esquece, vem&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Vem&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Venha ver a madrugada e o sol que vem&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Que uma noite não é nada, meu bem&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/3106978580331398711-5944301647857203352?l=pauliinhakyrillos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pauliinhakyrillos.blogspot.com/feeds/5944301647857203352/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3106978580331398711&amp;postID=5944301647857203352' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;'Não perca tempo assim contando história. Pra que forçar tanto a memória pra dizer, a triste hora do fim se faz notória. E continuar a trajetória é retroceder. Não há no mundo lei que possa condenar alguém que a um outro alguém deixou de amar. Eu já me preparei, parei para pensar e vi que é bem melhor não perguntar, por que é que tem que ser assim? Ninguém jamais pôde mudar. Recebe menos quem mais tem pra dar...'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(Maria Rita - Trajetória)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3106978580331398711-27710037387702696?l=pauliinhakyrillos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pauliinhakyrillos.blogspot.com/feeds/27710037387702696/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3106978580331398711&amp;postID=27710037387702696' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3106978580331398711/posts/default/27710037387702696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3106978580331398711/posts/default/27710037387702696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pauliinhakyrillos.blogspot.com/2008/05/trajetria.html' title='.trajetória.'/><author><name>Paula Kyrillos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16566287435013382426</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LtwkZ2TOcn4/TQK442BCS6I/AAAAAAAABsY/h9-wOK5A3Oc/S220/IMG_7129-4.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3106978580331398711.post-3528354396134683527</id><published>2008-05-12T16:50:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2008-05-12T16:53:51.373-03:00</updated><title type='text'>.lembrar.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;"&gt;'Só enquanto eu respirar vou me lembrar de você' &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;♥&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_LtwkZ2TOcn4/SCigBbz0q5I/AAAAAAAAAGI/KgeJMJdut44/s1600-h/h2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199581716304669586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_LtwkZ2TOcn4/SCigBbz0q5I/AAAAAAAAAGI/KgeJMJdut44/s320/h2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&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/3106978580331398711-3528354396134683527?l=pauliinhakyrillos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pauliinhakyrillos.blogspot.com/feeds/3528354396134683527/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3106978580331398711&amp;postID=3528354396134683527' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3106978580331398711/posts/default/3528354396134683527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3106978580331398711/posts/default/3528354396134683527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pauliinhakyrillos.blogspot.com/2008/05/lembrar.html' title='.lembrar.'/><author><name>Paula Kyrillos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16566287435013382426</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LtwkZ2TOcn4/TQK442BCS6I/AAAAAAAABsY/h9-wOK5A3Oc/S220/IMG_7129-4.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_LtwkZ2TOcn4/SCigBbz0q5I/AAAAAAAAAGI/KgeJMJdut44/s72-c/h2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3106978580331398711.post-2751007406123457546</id><published>2008-05-10T18:01:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-05-10T18:06:52.803-03:00</updated><title type='text'>.por que.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Tem hora que a gente se pergunta:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;"-Por que é que não se junta tudo numa coisa só?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Complicado, né?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Vai saber... :s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3106978580331398711-2751007406123457546?l=pauliinhakyrillos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pauliinhakyrillos.blogspot.com/feeds/2751007406123457546/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3106978580331398711&amp;postID=2751007406123457546' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3106978580331398711/posts/default/2751007406123457546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3106978580331398711/posts/default/2751007406123457546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pauliinhakyrillos.blogspot.com/2008/05/por-que.html' title='.por que.'/><author><name>Paula Kyrillos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16566287435013382426</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LtwkZ2TOcn4/TQK442BCS6I/AAAAAAAABsY/h9-wOK5A3Oc/S220/IMG_7129-4.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3106978580331398711.post-608346530494370370</id><published>2008-05-06T12:57:00.010-03:00</published><updated>2008-05-06T13:09:36.395-03:00</updated><title type='text'>.o anjo mais velho.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;'O dia mente a cor da noite e o diamante a cor dos olhos. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Os olhos mentem dia e noite a dor da gente. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Enquanto houver você do outro lado, aqui do outro eu consigo me orientar. A cena repete, a cena se inverte enchendo a minha alma d'aquilo que outrora eu deixei de acreditar. Tua palavra, tua história, tua verdade fazendo escola. E tua ausência fazendo silêncio em todo lugar. Metade de mim agora é assim. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;De um lado a poesia o verbo a saudade. Do outro a luta, a força e a coragem pra chegar no fim. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;E o fim é belo, incerto. Depende de como você vê. O novo, o credo, a fé que você deposita em você e só. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Só enquanto eu respirar vou me lembrar de você'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(O Anjo Mais Velho - Fernando Anitelli)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3106978580331398711-608346530494370370?l=pauliinhakyrillos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pauliinhakyrillos.blogspot.com/feeds/608346530494370370/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3106978580331398711&amp;postID=608346530494370370' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3106978580331398711/posts/default/608346530494370370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3106978580331398711/posts/default/608346530494370370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pauliinhakyrillos.blogspot.com/2008/05/o-dia-mente-cor-da-noite-e-o-diamante.html' title='.o anjo mais velho.'/><author><name>Paula Kyrillos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16566287435013382426</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LtwkZ2TOcn4/TQK442BCS6I/AAAAAAAABsY/h9-wOK5A3Oc/S220/IMG_7129-4.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3106978580331398711.post-5632402915743840907</id><published>2008-05-03T13:47:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2008-05-03T13:51:57.772-03:00</updated><title type='text'>.sobra tanta falta.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sobram tantos medos&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Que nem me protejo mais&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sobra tanto espaço&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dentro do abraço&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Falta tanta coisa pra dizer&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Que nunca consigo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Vai saber&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Quem souber me salva...'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;(O Teatro Mágico - Sobra Tanta Falta)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3106978580331398711-5632402915743840907?l=pauliinhakyrillos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pauliinhakyrillos.blogspot.com/feeds/5632402915743840907/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3106978580331398711&amp;postID=5632402915743840907' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3106978580331398711/posts/default/5632402915743840907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3106978580331398711/posts/default/5632402915743840907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pauliinhakyrillos.blogspot.com/2008/05/sobra-tanta-falta.html' title='.sobra tanta falta.'/><author><name>Paula Kyrillos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16566287435013382426</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LtwkZ2TOcn4/TQK442BCS6I/AAAAAAAABsY/h9-wOK5A3Oc/S220/IMG_7129-4.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3106978580331398711.post-5498987904032912602</id><published>2008-04-28T11:18:00.006-03:00</published><updated>2008-04-28T11:30:17.982-03:00</updated><title type='text'>.durma, medo meu.</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;'Pára e bate o coração&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Em pura disritmia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;O medo amedronta o medo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Vela, madrugada, dia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Assim como a saudade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Ou uma frase perdida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Durma, medo meu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Durma, medo meu'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;(O Teatro Mágico - Durma, Medo Meu)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3106978580331398711-5498987904032912602?l=pauliinhakyrillos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pauliinhakyrillos.blogspot.com/feeds/5498987904032912602/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3106978580331398711&amp;postID=5498987904032912602' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3106978580331398711/posts/default/5498987904032912602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3106978580331398711/posts/default/5498987904032912602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pauliinhakyrillos.blogspot.com/2008/04/pra-e-bate-o-corao-em-pura-disritmia-o.html' title='.durma, medo meu.'/><author><name>Paula Kyrillos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16566287435013382426</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LtwkZ2TOcn4/TQK442BCS6I/AAAAAAAABsY/h9-wOK5A3Oc/S220/IMG_7129-4.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3106978580331398711.post-4726255660195522318</id><published>2008-04-27T15:51:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2008-04-27T15:58:03.245-03:00</updated><title type='text'>.a pedra mais alta.</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;'Me resolvi por subir na pedra mais alta, pra te enxergar sorrindo da pedra mais alta. Contemplar teu ar, teu movimento, teu canto. Olhos feito pérola, cabelo feito manto. Sereia bonita sentada na pedra mais alta. Tô pensando em me jogar de cima da pedra mais alta. Vou mergulhar, talvez bater cabeça no fundo. Vou dar braçadas, remar todos mares do mundo. O medo fica maior de cima da pedra mais alta. Sou tão pequenininho de cima da pedra mais alta. Me pareço conchinha ou será que conchinha acha que sou eu? Tudo fica confuso de cima da pedra mais alta. Quero deitar na tua escama, teu colo confessionário. De cima da pedra não se fala em horário. Bem sei da tua dificuldade na terra. Farei o possível pra morar contigo na pedra. Sereia bonita, descansa teus braços em mim. Não quero tua poesia, teu tesouro escondido. Deixa a onda levar todo esboço de idéia de fim. Defina comigo o traçado do nosso sentido. Quero teu sonho visível da pedra mais alta. Quero gotas pequenas molhando a pedra mais alta. Quero a música rara, o som doce, choroso da flauta. Quero você inteira e minha metade de volta'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;(O Teatro Mágico - A Pedra Mais Alta)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3106978580331398711-4726255660195522318?l=pauliinhakyrillos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pauliinhakyrillos.blogspot.com/feeds/4726255660195522318/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3106978580331398711&amp;postID=4726255660195522318' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3106978580331398711/posts/default/4726255660195522318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3106978580331398711/posts/default/4726255660195522318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pauliinhakyrillos.blogspot.com/2008/04/pedra-mais-alta.html' title='.a pedra mais alta.'/><author><name>Paula Kyrillos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16566287435013382426</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LtwkZ2TOcn4/TQK442BCS6I/AAAAAAAABsY/h9-wOK5A3Oc/S220/IMG_7129-4.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3106978580331398711.post-602664747684709833</id><published>2008-04-26T10:19:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2008-04-26T10:31:20.400-03:00</updated><title type='text'>.sofremos por quê?.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_LtwkZ2TOcn4/SBMuenvF9yI/AAAAAAAAAFk/HCCnYJKdNmA/s1600-h/h3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193545898885773090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_LtwkZ2TOcn4/SBMuenvF9yI/AAAAAAAAAFk/HCCnYJKdNmA/s320/h3.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;'Definitivo, como tudo o que é simples. Nossa dor não advém das coisas vividas, mas das coisas que foram sonhadas e não se cumpriram. Por que sofremos tanto por amor? O certo seria a gente não sofrer, apenas agradecer por termos conhecido uma pessoa tão bacana, que gerou em nós um sentimento intenso e que nos fez companhia por um tempo razoável, um tempo feliz. Sofremos por quê? Porque automaticamente esquecemos o que foi desfrutado e passamos a sofrer pelas nossas projeções irrealizadas, por todas as cidades que gostaríamos de ter conhecido ao lado do nosso amor e não conhecemos, por todos os filhos que gostaríamos de ter tido junto e não tivemos, por todos os shows e livros e silêncios que gostaríamos de ter compartilhado, e não compartilhamos. Por todos os beijos cancelados, pela eternidade. Sofremos não porque nosso trabalho é desgastante e paga pouco, mas por todas as horas livres que deixamos de ter para ir ao cinema, para conversar com um amigo, para nadar, para namorar. Sofremos não porque nossa mãe é impaciente conosco, mas por todos os momentos em que poderíamos estar confidenciando a ela nossas mais profundas angústias se ela estivesse interessada em nos compreender. Sofremos não porque nosso time perdeu, mas pela euforia sufocada. Sofremos não porque envelhecemos, mas porque o futuro está sendo confiscado de nós, impedindo assim que mil aventuras nos aconteçam, todas aquelas com as quais sonhamos e nunca chegamos a experimentar. Como aliviar a dor do que não foi vivido? A resposta é simples como um verso: Se iludindo menos e vivendo mais!!! A cada dia que vivo, mais me convenço de que o desperdício da vida está no amor que não damos, nas forças que não usamos, na prudência egoísta que nada arrisca, e que, esquivando-se do sofrimento, perdemos também a felicidade. A dor é inevitável, mas o sofrimento é opcional.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;(Carlos Drumond de Andrade)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3106978580331398711-602664747684709833?l=pauliinhakyrillos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pauliinhakyrillos.blogspot.com/feeds/602664747684709833/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3106978580331398711&amp;postID=602664747684709833' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3106978580331398711/posts/default/602664747684709833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3106978580331398711/posts/default/602664747684709833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pauliinhakyrillos.blogspot.com/2008/04/sofremos-por-qu.html' title='.sofremos por quê?.'/><author><name>Paula Kyrillos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16566287435013382426</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LtwkZ2TOcn4/TQK442BCS6I/AAAAAAAABsY/h9-wOK5A3Oc/S220/IMG_7129-4.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_LtwkZ2TOcn4/SBMuenvF9yI/AAAAAAAAAFk/HCCnYJKdNmA/s72-c/h3.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3106978580331398711.post-9082678874780026043</id><published>2008-04-24T11:34:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2008-04-24T11:52:42.752-03:00</updated><title type='text'>.dona de mim.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_LtwkZ2TOcn4/SBCdlXvF9qI/AAAAAAAAAEU/jMnJRcAXK9s/s1600-h/felicidade.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192823635710441122" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 289px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 243px" height="243" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_LtwkZ2TOcn4/SBCdlXvF9qI/AAAAAAAAAEU/jMnJRcAXK9s/s320/felicidade.jpg" width="313" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;'Tudo não dura mais que um segundo e eu calo o que me dói por dentro. Peço calma, exijo o silêncio que só eu escuto e, então compreendo que tudo vai passar, que tudo passa, tudo sempre passa. Refaço meus caminhos, relembro alguns momentos e pessoas e me sinto pequena por desejar mais do que a vida me presenteia. Percebo que pra ser grande o suficiente e fazer dos meus problemas, mínimos, não precisa muito, basta a vontade de fazê-lo. Aí é quando eu descubro que sou dona dos meus sentimentos, do meu corpo, coração, alma, de mim mesma. É quando, tão somente, consigo ficar bem comigo mesma e ver que posso decidir que rumo o meu coração vai tomar, por meio da razão, e acredite, ela é muito mais sábia que o coração!'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;(Texto feito por mim, Paula Kyrillos)&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/3106978580331398711-9082678874780026043?l=pauliinhakyrillos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pauliinhakyrillos.blogspot.com/feeds/9082678874780026043/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3106978580331398711&amp;postID=9082678874780026043' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3106978580331398711/posts/default/9082678874780026043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3106978580331398711/posts/default/9082678874780026043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pauliinhakyrillos.blogspot.com/2008/04/tudo-no-dura-mais-que-um-segundo-e-eu.html' title='.dona de mim.'/><author><name>Paula Kyrillos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16566287435013382426</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LtwkZ2TOcn4/TQK442BCS6I/AAAAAAAABsY/h9-wOK5A3Oc/S220/IMG_7129-4.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_LtwkZ2TOcn4/SBCdlXvF9qI/AAAAAAAAAEU/jMnJRcAXK9s/s72-c/felicidade.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3106978580331398711.post-8352788991453143488</id><published>2008-04-23T15:09:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2008-04-24T11:53:25.678-03:00</updated><title type='text'>. cuida de mim .</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_LtwkZ2TOcn4/SA9zzXvF9lI/AAAAAAAAADk/6K-Ww0MUM5I/s1600-h/blog.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192496221763532370" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 236px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 242px" height="238" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_LtwkZ2TOcn4/SA9zzXvF9lI/AAAAAAAAADk/6K-Ww0MUM5I/s320/blog.JPG" width="276" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;'Pra falar verdade, às vezes minto. Tentando ser metade do inteiro que eu sinto. Pra dizer as vezes que as vezes não digo. Sou capaz de fazer da minha briga meu abrigo. Tanto faz não satisfaz o que preciso. Além do mais, quem busca nunca é indeciso. Eu busquei quem sou, você pra mim mostrou que eu não sou sozinho nesse mundo. Cuida de mim enquanto não esqueço de você. Cuida de mim enquanto finjo que sou quem eu queria ser. Cuida de mim enquanto não me esqueço de você. Cuida de mim enquanto finjo, enquanto fujo. Basta as penas que eu mesmo sinto de mim. Junto todas, crio asas, viro querubim. Sou da cor do tom, sabor e som que quiser ouvir. Sou calor, clarão e escuridão que te faz dormir. Quero mais, quero a paz que me prometeu. Volto atrás, se voltar atrás, assim como eu. Busquei quem sou, você pra mim mostrou que eu não estou sozinho nesse mundo.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;(O Teatro Mágico - Cuida De Mim)&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/3106978580331398711-8352788991453143488?l=pauliinhakyrillos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pauliinhakyrillos.blogspot.com/feeds/8352788991453143488/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3106978580331398711&amp;postID=8352788991453143488' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3106978580331398711/posts/default/8352788991453143488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3106978580331398711/posts/default/8352788991453143488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pauliinhakyrillos.blogspot.com/2008/04/cuida-de-mim.html' title='. cuida de mim .'/><author><name>Paula Kyrillos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16566287435013382426</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LtwkZ2TOcn4/TQK442BCS6I/AAAAAAAABsY/h9-wOK5A3Oc/S220/IMG_7129-4.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_LtwkZ2TOcn4/SA9zzXvF9lI/AAAAAAAAADk/6K-Ww0MUM5I/s72-c/blog.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
