<?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-337850709464368762</id><updated>2012-02-16T08:27:28.370-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Coisas de Rosana</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coisasderosana.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/337850709464368762/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coisasderosana.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Rosana Richartz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10923515403733686867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rM1vX8jW0cg/St4t5OYe80I/AAAAAAAAAP4/0X_O-JjGrcE/S220/NewLook.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>34</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-337850709464368762.post-1652595511179311802</id><published>2011-04-29T10:04:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-04-29T10:05:39.333-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size: 28pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;Viva Melhor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;No tempo justo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: right;" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;Você encontrará o que  busca,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;Fará o que lhe  aprouver,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;Viverá conforme  imagina,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;Escolherá os próprios  amigos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;Lutará com os  recursos de que dispõe,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;Decidirá sobre o  caminho a percorrer,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;Cultivará os  pensamentos em que se compraz...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;Mas, se a Lei Divina&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;lhe faculta semear  livremente,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;não o exime da  responsabilidade de colher.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;Observe, portanto, o  tipo de semente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;que você lança ao  solo da vida,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;Porque, no tempo  justo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;Ela produzirá segundo  a sua espécie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/337850709464368762-1652595511179311802?l=coisasderosana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coisasderosana.blogspot.com/feeds/1652595511179311802/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=337850709464368762&amp;postID=1652595511179311802' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/337850709464368762/posts/default/1652595511179311802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/337850709464368762/posts/default/1652595511179311802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coisasderosana.blogspot.com/2011/04/viva-melhor-no-tempo-justo-voce.html' title=''/><author><name>Rosana Richartz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10923515403733686867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rM1vX8jW0cg/St4t5OYe80I/AAAAAAAAAP4/0X_O-JjGrcE/S220/NewLook.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-337850709464368762.post-5961077735779548513</id><published>2011-04-28T20:38:00.006-03:00</published><updated>2011-04-29T10:08:30.597-03:00</updated><title type='text'>A vida e suas escolhas</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Dizem que a vida é feita de escolhas... Algumas certas, outras nem tanto, mas estou chegando a uma conclusão: de que essas escolhas podem não nos pertencer ou caber.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;As escolhas podem ser apenas da Vida e nós sermos os escolhidos!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Para aqueles que não acreditam em destino eu tenho uma alternativa: interferência Divina.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Quando tudo parecer acabado e sem saída, uma força, vinda não sei de onde, se encarregará de tornar a água mais límpida, o céu mais ensolarado, a dor mais amena e provar que a esperança deve resistir e persistir, mesmo que nossas experiências nos digam que não.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Eu sei! ALGUÉM olha por nós!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Fico apenas um pouquinho triste por não poder compartilhar esses momentos de alegria com a minha mãe, pois sei que estaria vibrando mais do que eu, mas sei também que ela está olhando por nós do alto, vendo por um prisma que somos incapazes de enxergar estando vivos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Que assim SEJA! Estou à disposição da vida e que ela me escolha sempre!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/337850709464368762-5961077735779548513?l=coisasderosana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coisasderosana.blogspot.com/feeds/5961077735779548513/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=337850709464368762&amp;postID=5961077735779548513' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/337850709464368762/posts/default/5961077735779548513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/337850709464368762/posts/default/5961077735779548513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coisasderosana.blogspot.com/2011/04/vida-e-suas-escolhas.html' title='A vida e suas escolhas'/><author><name>Rosana Richartz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10923515403733686867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rM1vX8jW0cg/St4t5OYe80I/AAAAAAAAAP4/0X_O-JjGrcE/S220/NewLook.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-337850709464368762.post-2195469854526872721</id><published>2010-11-14T14:58:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2011-04-29T10:15:58.300-03:00</updated><title type='text'>O Grande DIA! Foi perfeito!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rM1vX8jW0cg/TOAkC5mnjXI/AAAAAAAAASA/Lkt_emRvEYU/s1600/entrada%2Bda%2Bigreja.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rM1vX8jW0cg/TOAkC5mnjXI/AAAAAAAAASA/Lkt_emRvEYU/s320/entrada%2Bda%2Bigreja.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539467173906845042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rM1vX8jW0cg/TOAjc56XpFI/AAAAAAAAARw/oslpsuyrh4Q/s1600/entrada%2Bda%2Bigreja.jpg"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rM1vX8jW0cg/TOAkQJyzm_I/AAAAAAAAASI/2KO0umtemeU/s1600/saida%2Bigreja.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rM1vX8jW0cg/TOAkQJyzm_I/AAAAAAAAASI/2KO0umtemeU/s320/saida%2Bigreja.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539467401591233522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rM1vX8jW0cg/TOAjc56XpFI/AAAAAAAAARw/oslpsuyrh4Q/s1600/entrada%2Bda%2Bigreja.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rM1vX8jW0cg/TOAjqNHqTfI/AAAAAAAAAR4/HABh0gHWk-g/s1600/brinde.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rM1vX8jW0cg/TOAjqNHqTfI/AAAAAAAAAR4/HABh0gHWk-g/s320/brinde.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539466749648981490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Realizei meu sonho!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; Afinal, qual a mulher que não sonha em ser princesa por uma dia?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; Eu encontrei meu príncipe... Embora ele insista que não passa de um  sapo, eu continuo o tendo como príncipe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; Sou feliz, realizada até agora e pronta para continuar sonhando, pois  esta página da história está apenas começando.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;E que a Terra não separe aqueles que o CÉU uniu!&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/337850709464368762-2195469854526872721?l=coisasderosana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coisasderosana.blogspot.com/feeds/2195469854526872721/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=337850709464368762&amp;postID=2195469854526872721' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/337850709464368762/posts/default/2195469854526872721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/337850709464368762/posts/default/2195469854526872721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coisasderosana.blogspot.com/2010/11/o-grande-dia-foi-perfeito.html' title='O Grande DIA! Foi perfeito!'/><author><name>Rosana Richartz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10923515403733686867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rM1vX8jW0cg/St4t5OYe80I/AAAAAAAAAP4/0X_O-JjGrcE/S220/NewLook.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rM1vX8jW0cg/TOAkC5mnjXI/AAAAAAAAASA/Lkt_emRvEYU/s72-c/entrada%2Bda%2Bigreja.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-337850709464368762.post-5011605732508805334</id><published>2010-05-11T22:33:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-05-11T22:34:48.032-03:00</updated><title type='text'>A data tão esperada! 06/Nov/2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rM1vX8jW0cg/S-oFnQByc3I/AAAAAAAAARE/I-yJOCyOIa4/s1600/bouquet+6c%C3%B3pia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 284px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rM1vX8jW0cg/S-oFnQByc3I/AAAAAAAAARE/I-yJOCyOIa4/s320/bouquet+6c%C3%B3pia.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470190869270393714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/337850709464368762-5011605732508805334?l=coisasderosana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coisasderosana.blogspot.com/feeds/5011605732508805334/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=337850709464368762&amp;postID=5011605732508805334' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/337850709464368762/posts/default/5011605732508805334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/337850709464368762/posts/default/5011605732508805334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coisasderosana.blogspot.com/2010/05/data-tao-esperada-06nov2010.html' title='A data tão esperada! 06/Nov/2010'/><author><name>Rosana Richartz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10923515403733686867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rM1vX8jW0cg/St4t5OYe80I/AAAAAAAAAP4/0X_O-JjGrcE/S220/NewLook.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rM1vX8jW0cg/S-oFnQByc3I/AAAAAAAAARE/I-yJOCyOIa4/s72-c/bouquet+6c%C3%B3pia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-337850709464368762.post-1151561105600782941</id><published>2010-02-09T11:19:00.007-03:00</published><updated>2010-02-09T11:43:53.833-03:00</updated><title type='text'>ANASTÁCIA RICHARTZ - (03/08/1939 - 06/02/2010)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rM1vX8jW0cg/S3FxYcf2VvI/AAAAAAAAAQs/gHNro1Ok4Gw/s1600-h/mae+e+eu.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rM1vX8jW0cg/S3FxYcf2VvI/AAAAAAAAAQs/gHNro1Ok4Gw/s320/mae+e+eu.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436250889993475826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Quando Deus a chamou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ela não se despediu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Simplesmente fechou os olhos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;E partiu...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Não pudemos dizer Adeus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mas não é a nossa vontade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ficaremos com sua lembrança&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Para toda a Eternidade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sua presença em nossas vidas foi TODO o nosso tesouro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;TE AMAMOS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Minha mãe foi uma mulher guerreira até o último instante. Não havia quem não a admirasse. Sempre com um sorriso nos lábios e pronta a ajudar ao próximo.&lt;br /&gt;Sentiremos falta de sua presença em nossas vidas, mas ela ainda vive naqueles a quem ainda ajudou mesmo após a morte do cérebro.&lt;br /&gt;Ela foi e sempre será nosso exemplo de conduta e solidariedade.&lt;br /&gt;O céu hoje se enche de alegria, pois um espírito de luz volta a iluminar a aura celeste.&lt;br /&gt;Por hora não poderemos mais tocá-la, mas ela estará eternamente ao nosso lado ao continuarmos regando as sementes que ela, com todo amor, semeou.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Até o reencontro!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/337850709464368762-1151561105600782941?l=coisasderosana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coisasderosana.blogspot.com/feeds/1151561105600782941/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=337850709464368762&amp;postID=1151561105600782941' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/337850709464368762/posts/default/1151561105600782941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/337850709464368762/posts/default/1151561105600782941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coisasderosana.blogspot.com/2010/02/anastacia-richartz-03081939-06022010.html' title='ANASTÁCIA RICHARTZ - (03/08/1939 - 06/02/2010)'/><author><name>Rosana Richartz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10923515403733686867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rM1vX8jW0cg/St4t5OYe80I/AAAAAAAAAP4/0X_O-JjGrcE/S220/NewLook.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rM1vX8jW0cg/S3FxYcf2VvI/AAAAAAAAAQs/gHNro1Ok4Gw/s72-c/mae+e+eu.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-337850709464368762.post-4451307778645913718</id><published>2009-10-20T18:39:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T18:41:46.260-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rM1vX8jW0cg/St4ueLUq0AI/AAAAAAAAAQg/_TpjbGL0pmc/s1600-h/PhotoFunia-1c531a0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 315px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rM1vX8jW0cg/St4ueLUq0AI/AAAAAAAAAQg/_TpjbGL0pmc/s400/PhotoFunia-1c531a0.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394800499606867970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/337850709464368762-4451307778645913718?l=coisasderosana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coisasderosana.blogspot.com/feeds/4451307778645913718/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=337850709464368762&amp;postID=4451307778645913718' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/337850709464368762/posts/default/4451307778645913718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/337850709464368762/posts/default/4451307778645913718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coisasderosana.blogspot.com/2009/10/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Rosana Richartz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10923515403733686867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rM1vX8jW0cg/St4t5OYe80I/AAAAAAAAAP4/0X_O-JjGrcE/S220/NewLook.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rM1vX8jW0cg/St4ueLUq0AI/AAAAAAAAAQg/_TpjbGL0pmc/s72-c/PhotoFunia-1c531a0.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-337850709464368762.post-4986593987005734813</id><published>2009-08-31T20:42:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T20:50:30.362-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Vida Nova</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rM1vX8jW0cg/Spxgn1ZGJ5I/AAAAAAAAAPw/q6D4pgLyIbc/s1600-h/Noivado.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rM1vX8jW0cg/Spxgn1ZGJ5I/AAAAAAAAAPw/q6D4pgLyIbc/s320/Noivado.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376278292637034386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/337850709464368762-4986593987005734813?l=coisasderosana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coisasderosana.blogspot.com/feeds/4986593987005734813/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=337850709464368762&amp;postID=4986593987005734813' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/337850709464368762/posts/default/4986593987005734813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/337850709464368762/posts/default/4986593987005734813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coisasderosana.blogspot.com/2009/08/vida-nova.html' title='Vida Nova'/><author><name>Rosana Richartz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10923515403733686867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rM1vX8jW0cg/St4t5OYe80I/AAAAAAAAAP4/0X_O-JjGrcE/S220/NewLook.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rM1vX8jW0cg/Spxgn1ZGJ5I/AAAAAAAAAPw/q6D4pgLyIbc/s72-c/Noivado.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-337850709464368762.post-3862836894907573505</id><published>2009-03-23T15:55:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T16:00:55.955-03:00</updated><title type='text'>A Felicidade é uma conquista</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rM1vX8jW0cg/ScfcXSal46I/AAAAAAAAAPo/BYAFUbfJpU0/s1600-h/painel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 199px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rM1vX8jW0cg/ScfcXSal46I/AAAAAAAAAPo/BYAFUbfJpU0/s320/painel.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316460177772635042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Há quase cinco meses eu tenho vivido momentos maravilhosos.&lt;br /&gt;Devo isso ao ser que me acompanha em todos os instantes, lugares, situações... Sejam alegres ou nem tanto.&lt;br /&gt;Essa é uma declaração ao meu Amor.&lt;br /&gt;Que Deus, em sua infinita misericórdia, permita que eu continue conquistando minha felicidade... passo a passo, ao lado do homem da minha vida.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/337850709464368762-3862836894907573505?l=coisasderosana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coisasderosana.blogspot.com/feeds/3862836894907573505/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=337850709464368762&amp;postID=3862836894907573505' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/337850709464368762/posts/default/3862836894907573505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/337850709464368762/posts/default/3862836894907573505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coisasderosana.blogspot.com/2009/03/felicidade-e-uma-conquista.html' title='A Felicidade é uma conquista'/><author><name>Rosana Richartz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10923515403733686867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rM1vX8jW0cg/St4t5OYe80I/AAAAAAAAAP4/0X_O-JjGrcE/S220/NewLook.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rM1vX8jW0cg/ScfcXSal46I/AAAAAAAAAPo/BYAFUbfJpU0/s72-c/painel.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-337850709464368762.post-5058807863680645131</id><published>2008-12-24T12:58:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T13:01:37.934-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rM1vX8jW0cg/SVJca7ADb8I/AAAAAAAAAPI/UCnDhLwDKiE/s1600-h/natal.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 116px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rM1vX8jW0cg/SVJca7ADb8I/AAAAAAAAAPI/UCnDhLwDKiE/s320/natal.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283386930443284418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Aos meus amigos, leitores e a todos aqueles que de alguma forma fazem parte da minha história, que este Natal seja repleto de paz e alegria.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/337850709464368762-5058807863680645131?l=coisasderosana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coisasderosana.blogspot.com/feeds/5058807863680645131/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=337850709464368762&amp;postID=5058807863680645131' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/337850709464368762/posts/default/5058807863680645131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/337850709464368762/posts/default/5058807863680645131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coisasderosana.blogspot.com/2008/12/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Rosana Richartz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10923515403733686867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rM1vX8jW0cg/St4t5OYe80I/AAAAAAAAAP4/0X_O-JjGrcE/S220/NewLook.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rM1vX8jW0cg/SVJca7ADb8I/AAAAAAAAAPI/UCnDhLwDKiE/s72-c/natal.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-337850709464368762.post-7986657741792574214</id><published>2008-12-07T12:03:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T12:03:24.841-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Coisas de Rosana</title><content type='html'>A vida é mesmo engraçada... Há momentos em que tudo parece turvo, escuro, sem saída. Mas o tempo é impiedoso e precisamos seguir em frente, independente do que vamos encontrar. Daí nasce um novo dia, com o Sol iluminando nossa janela... Percebemos então que, mesmo num dia nublado, o Sol continua lá, brilhando acima das nuvens que nos ofuscam a visão para ele. Nossa incapacidade de vê-lo não impede que ele brilhe.&lt;br /&gt;A cada amanhecer recebo um bilhetinho que me diz: VIVA! Mesmo que tudo me conduza à incerteza ou ao desânimo, não é possível ignorar o recado da vida.&lt;br /&gt;Tenho tentado olhar acima das nuvens e me alegro em descobrir novas respostas para velhas perguntas. Meus objetivos são mais belos quando os vejo contornados pelas nuances do arco-iris. Prefiro enxergar a vida em cores do que em branco e preto e assim vou curtindo meus momentos e construindo minha linda história.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/337850709464368762-7986657741792574214?l=coisasderosana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coisasderosana.blogspot.com/feeds/7986657741792574214/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=337850709464368762&amp;postID=7986657741792574214' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/337850709464368762/posts/default/7986657741792574214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/337850709464368762/posts/default/7986657741792574214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coisasderosana.blogspot.com/2008/12/coisas-de-rosana.html' title='Coisas de Rosana'/><author><name>Rosana Richartz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10923515403733686867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rM1vX8jW0cg/St4t5OYe80I/AAAAAAAAAP4/0X_O-JjGrcE/S220/NewLook.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-337850709464368762.post-8996973064063356803</id><published>2008-11-26T21:27:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T21:39:30.394-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Momentos mais que felizes!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rM1vX8jW0cg/SS3rGGqVFcI/AAAAAAAAAPA/qe2ytkt8Uic/s1600-h/20082.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 254px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rM1vX8jW0cg/SS3rGGqVFcI/AAAAAAAAAPA/qe2ytkt8Uic/s320/20082.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273129228820616642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu tenho andando um tanto ocupada ultimamente...&lt;br /&gt;Ocupada em ser feliz e em fazer alguém feliz.&lt;br /&gt;Não tenho conseguido tempo para postar, mas a felicidade serve de inspiração e logo estarei publicando meus devaneios novamente.&lt;br /&gt;Agora estou me especializando em beijos, carinhos e planos para o futuro.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/337850709464368762-8996973064063356803?l=coisasderosana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coisasderosana.blogspot.com/feeds/8996973064063356803/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=337850709464368762&amp;postID=8996973064063356803' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/337850709464368762/posts/default/8996973064063356803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/337850709464368762/posts/default/8996973064063356803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coisasderosana.blogspot.com/2008/11/momentos-mais-que-felizes.html' title='Momentos mais que felizes!'/><author><name>Rosana Richartz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10923515403733686867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rM1vX8jW0cg/St4t5OYe80I/AAAAAAAAAP4/0X_O-JjGrcE/S220/NewLook.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rM1vX8jW0cg/SS3rGGqVFcI/AAAAAAAAAPA/qe2ytkt8Uic/s72-c/20082.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-337850709464368762.post-5188494284195881251</id><published>2008-11-15T12:02:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T12:03:15.801-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Quem sabe isso seja maturidade!</title><content type='html'>Certo dia alguém me perguntou sobre o futuro e me coloquei a pensar sobre isso... mas o que será esse tempo que não existe? O futuro e o passado são apenas referências. Uma que temos e outra que pretendemos, mas na verdade o único tempo que existe é o agora, o hoje!&lt;br /&gt;Eu passei longos anos da minha vida a espera de viver um futuro que não construí no presente que vivia e chorei muitas vezes um passado amargo do presente que não soube aproveitar. Concluí que a esperança só existe como um conceito que não sabemos compreender, pois não há esperança possível se não batalharmos, segundo a segundo, aquilo que pretendemos ser ou ter no dia de amanhã, que também não é possível prever se virá.&lt;br /&gt;O hoje é o que tenho e estou aprendendo a vivê-lo de forma tão intensa que o ontem trará apenas boas lembranças de um amanhã que se fez agora.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/337850709464368762-5188494284195881251?l=coisasderosana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coisasderosana.blogspot.com/feeds/5188494284195881251/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=337850709464368762&amp;postID=5188494284195881251' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/337850709464368762/posts/default/5188494284195881251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/337850709464368762/posts/default/5188494284195881251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coisasderosana.blogspot.com/2008/11/quem-sabe-isso-seja-maturidade.html' title='Quem sabe isso seja maturidade!'/><author><name>Rosana Richartz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10923515403733686867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rM1vX8jW0cg/St4t5OYe80I/AAAAAAAAAP4/0X_O-JjGrcE/S220/NewLook.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-337850709464368762.post-4087004503902009630</id><published>2008-11-03T20:10:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T20:13:52.310-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Se não houver frutos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Valeu a beleza das flores.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Se não houver flores,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Valeu a sombra das folhas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Se não houver folhas,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Valeu a intenção da semente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;                                                 by Henfil&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Eu tô feliz!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/337850709464368762-4087004503902009630?l=coisasderosana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coisasderosana.blogspot.com/feeds/4087004503902009630/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=337850709464368762&amp;postID=4087004503902009630' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/337850709464368762/posts/default/4087004503902009630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/337850709464368762/posts/default/4087004503902009630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coisasderosana.blogspot.com/2008/11/se-no-houver-frutos-valeu-beleza-das.html' title=''/><author><name>Rosana Richartz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10923515403733686867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rM1vX8jW0cg/St4t5OYe80I/AAAAAAAAAP4/0X_O-JjGrcE/S220/NewLook.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-337850709464368762.post-397678099810953401</id><published>2008-10-31T12:28:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T12:29:21.837-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Reflexão</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"O que a lagarta chama de morte, o sábio chama de borboleta".&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/337850709464368762-397678099810953401?l=coisasderosana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coisasderosana.blogspot.com/feeds/397678099810953401/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=337850709464368762&amp;postID=397678099810953401' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/337850709464368762/posts/default/397678099810953401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/337850709464368762/posts/default/397678099810953401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coisasderosana.blogspot.com/2008/10/reflexo.html' title='Reflexão'/><author><name>Rosana Richartz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10923515403733686867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rM1vX8jW0cg/St4t5OYe80I/AAAAAAAAAP4/0X_O-JjGrcE/S220/NewLook.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-337850709464368762.post-600696816223746510</id><published>2008-10-13T19:21:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T20:06:49.614-03:00</updated><title type='text'>O que o Brasil precisa para ser governado?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;De cultura!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não existem critérios para seleção de nossos representantes.&lt;br /&gt;Eu sei que vivemos numa sociedade “democrática” e “livre”, mas daí a pensarmos que um sujeito, praticamente analfabeto, quando não o é totalmente, possa administrar e nos representar como povo, já é acreditar em conto de fadas.&lt;br /&gt;Que fique bem claro que eu não estou fazendo apologias à elite. Estou sim defendendo a educação e a cultura.&lt;br /&gt;Eu tenho o privilégio de pertencer a um ínfimo percentual de brasileiros que conseguiram concluir um curso superior, e olha que eu NUNCA fui aprovada em nenhum programa de incentivo como FIES, PROUNI ou qualquer outro. Não que não tenha tentado, mas sempre fui recusada em todos, apesar de também nunca ter entendido os critérios, pois sou fruto de uma família humilde de mãe servente e pai garapeiro. Ainda assim, com muito esforço, consegui me formar. Portanto, não estou a defender essa ou aquela classe social, apenas entendo que é preciso um mínimo de conhecimento para administrar seja lá o que for.&lt;br /&gt;Eu sou habilitada há mais de 15 anos, dirijo muito bem, obrigada. Entretanto, se alguém me der a chave de um caminhão e esperar que eu o conduza, irá me ouvir recusar a empreita, pois me perderia entre aquele amontoado de botões, marchas e etc.&lt;br /&gt;E o que é o Brasil, nossos estados, nossos municípios, senão caminhões CARREGADOS de pessoas, de brasileiros, ávidos por descobrir como será a condução destes “veículos” nos próximos quatro anos de mandato?&lt;br /&gt;Nada contra os “Zés das couves”, os “Chicos dos hambúrgueres”, os “Joãos das padarias”, mas é necessário que existam critérios para seleção de nossos candidatos.&lt;br /&gt;Estou, nestes últimos dias, aproveitando cada segundo do meu tempo “livre” para devorar umas apostilas afim de prestar um concurso público. Estou fazendo quase o impossível para conseguir ler a maior parte do material sugerido no edital e, mesmo assim, corro um enorme risco de passar longe da classificação. Sem mencionar que o concurso exige apenas o ensino médio completo.&lt;br /&gt;Pronto, chegamos onde eu gostaria!&lt;br /&gt;Edital e ensino médio completo.&lt;br /&gt;Taí, poderia ser uma forma de aplicar critérios para selecionar nossos futuros representantes.&lt;br /&gt;Eu, como milhares de pessoas, não tenho que atender a inúmeras exigências listadas num edital para ter o direito de concorrer a uma vaga de cargo público? Não é preciso um mínimo de escolaridade, levando em conta a responsabilidade que o cargo exige? Então, porque essas exigências não se aplicam também na hora de selecionar futuros candidatos? Não serão eles “funcionários públicos”, representantes de um sem número de eleitores?&lt;br /&gt;Definitivamente o sujeito que não entende patavinas de administração pública não será capaz de realizar um bom mandato. Isso não é discriminação é reivindicação.&lt;br /&gt;Por que educação e cultura são critérios de seleção para fazer parte do quadro de funcionários de uma empresa privada e não o são da empresa pública?&lt;br /&gt;Na minha singela opinião, o mínimo que se pode esperar de um futuro candidato são esforço e, pelo menos, um projeto. Pois, ir pras ruas angariar votos, quando não se sabe nem o que fazer com o cargo que se pretende empossar é uma Vergonha, como diria meu colega de profissão Bóris Casoy.&lt;br /&gt;Eu, sinceramente não acredito que meu discurso possa comover ou promover mudanças nas formas de política brasileiras, mas é minha forma de tentar mudar o mundo, pois esse foi um compromisso que firmei comigo mesma ao entrar para a faculdade de Comunicação Social.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E viva a liberdade de expressão!&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/337850709464368762-600696816223746510?l=coisasderosana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coisasderosana.blogspot.com/feeds/600696816223746510/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=337850709464368762&amp;postID=600696816223746510' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/337850709464368762/posts/default/600696816223746510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/337850709464368762/posts/default/600696816223746510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coisasderosana.blogspot.com/2008/10/o-que-o-brasil-precisa-para-ser.html' title='O que o Brasil precisa para ser governado?'/><author><name>Rosana Richartz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10923515403733686867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rM1vX8jW0cg/St4t5OYe80I/AAAAAAAAAP4/0X_O-JjGrcE/S220/NewLook.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-337850709464368762.post-1758528356491551576</id><published>2008-10-06T20:51:00.006-03:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T18:13:50.496-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Esse tal de Arnaldo Jabor... Ele é meu guru!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rM1vX8jW0cg/SOqljScOT-I/AAAAAAAAAM0/buPk6_zMXOs/s1600-h/arnaldo+jabor.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rM1vX8jW0cg/SOqljScOT-I/AAAAAAAAAM0/buPk6_zMXOs/s400/arnaldo+jabor.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254193940945326050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sempre acho que namoro, casamento, romance, tem começo, meio e fim. Como tudo na vida.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Detesto quando escuto aquela conversa: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- Ah, terminei o namoro... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- Nossa, estavam juntos há tanto tempo... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- Cinco anos...que pena...acabou... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- É...não deu certo. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Claro que deu! Deu certo durante cinco anos, só que acabou. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E o bom da vida, é que você pode ter vários amores. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Não acredito em pessoas que se complementam. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Acredito em pessoas que se somam. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Às vezes você não consegue nem dar 100% de você para você mesmo, como cobrar 100% do outro? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E não temos essa coisa completa.  &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Às vezes ela é fiel, mas é devagar na cama.  &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Às vezes ele é carinhoso, mas não é fiel.  &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Às vezes ele é atencioso, mas não é trabalhador.  &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Às vezes ela é muito bonita, mas não é sensível.  &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tudo junto, não vamos encontrar.  &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Perceba qual o aspecto mais importante para você e invista nele. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pele é um bicho traiçoeiro. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quando você tem pele com alguém, pode ser o papai com mamãe mais básico que é uma delícia. E às vezes você tem aquele sexo acrobata, mas que não te impressiona... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Acho que o beijo é importante. Se o beijo bate...se joga! Se não bate...mais um Martini, por favor...e vá dar uma volta. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Se ele ou ela não te quer mais, não force a barra. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O outro tem o direito de não te querer. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Não brigue, não ligue, não dê pití. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Se a pessoa tá com dúvidas, problema dela, cabe a você esperar... ou não. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Existe gente que precisa da ausência para querer a presença. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O ser humano não é absoluto. Ele titubeia, tem dúvidas e medos, mas se a pessoa realmente gostar, ela volta. Nada de drama. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Que graça tem alguém do seu lado sob pressão? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O legal é alguém que está com você, só por você. E vice-versa. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Não fique com alguém por pena ou por medo da solidão. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nascemos sós. Morremos sós. Nosso pensamento é nosso, não é compartilhado. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quando você acorda, a primeira impressão é sempre sua, seu olhar, seu pensamento. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tem gente que pula de um romance para o outro. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Que medo é este de se ver só, na sua própria companhia? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gostar dói. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Muitas vezes você vai sentir raiva, ciúmes, ódio, frustração...Faz parte. Você convive com outro ser, um outro mundo, um outro universo. E nem sempre as coisas são como você gostaria que fossem ... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A pior coisa é gente que tem medo de se envolver. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Se alguém vier com este papo, corra, afinal você não é terapeuta. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Se não quer se envolver, namore uma planta. É mais previsível. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Na vida e no amor, não temos garantias. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nem toda pessoa que te convida para sair é para casar. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nem todo beijo é para romancear. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E nem todo sexo bom é para descartar... Ou se apaixonar... Ou se culpar... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Enfim, quem disse que ser adulto é fácil?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;By Arnaldo Jabor&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/337850709464368762-1758528356491551576?l=coisasderosana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coisasderosana.blogspot.com/feeds/1758528356491551576/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=337850709464368762&amp;postID=1758528356491551576' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/337850709464368762/posts/default/1758528356491551576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/337850709464368762/posts/default/1758528356491551576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coisasderosana.blogspot.com/2008/10/esse-tal-de-arnaldo-jabor-ele-meu-guru.html' title='Esse tal de Arnaldo Jabor... Ele é meu guru!'/><author><name>Rosana Richartz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10923515403733686867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rM1vX8jW0cg/St4t5OYe80I/AAAAAAAAAP4/0X_O-JjGrcE/S220/NewLook.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rM1vX8jW0cg/SOqljScOT-I/AAAAAAAAAM0/buPk6_zMXOs/s72-c/arnaldo+jabor.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-337850709464368762.post-3333012134533128069</id><published>2008-10-04T22:18:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T22:47:03.376-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rM1vX8jW0cg/SOgZX8HMv6I/AAAAAAAAAMk/g4a_3i0Fszk/s1600-h/shoes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rM1vX8jW0cg/SOgZX8HMv6I/AAAAAAAAAMk/g4a_3i0Fszk/s400/shoes.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253476864391692194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ontem eu era apenas uma garotinha, dessas que coloca os sapatos da mãe para fingir ser gente grande.&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Hoje, cá estou eu e por mais difícil que me pareça, estou caminhando com os meus próprios saltos.&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Um dia olhamos no espelho e não mais nos reconhecemos. Quem seremos então senão aquele em quem nos tornamos?&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Daí em diante as coisas começam a ter um gosto mais amargo, pois a partir de então é que passamos a desfrutar sozinhos dos prazeres e desprazeres, dos amores e desamores, das felicidades e infelicidades da vida, mas com uma diferença marcante porque não mais poderemos nos esconder embaixo de uma cama ou atrás de uma porta qualquer, precisaremos enfrentar, gostando ou não dos resultados que teremos.&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Então amamos ...&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;O amor se torna um marco na vida de todos, seja lá quem for, não importa a raça, a crença, a cor... ele acontece e pensamos que será infinito.&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Não. &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Nos enganamos e então se vira mais uma próxima página da vida, onde iremos precisar aprender , a duras penas, como matar algo dentro de nós. Algo lindo, que nem explicações possui, mas que pelo simples fato de existir às vezes nos vemos obrigados a escondê-lo ou até sufocá-lo.&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Por não haver explicações para o amor, não podemos descrever o que fica depois da sua partida, nem ao menos conseguimos saber se ele se foi realmente.&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Nós, por natureza, tentamos camuflar a tristeza com um sorriso. Às vezes por instinto, outras por força de vontade, mas alguns, um pouco mais revoltados com a vingança cruel da vida, se negam a camuflar essa tristeza e persistem em derrotá-la. E eu, particularmente, me encaixo nesse polo de humanos que não se contenta com farrapos e que luta com todas as suas forças para ver chegar o fim, seja ele bom ou ruim, mas sem precisar carregar a culpa ou o arrependimento de ter voltado da guerra antes do final.&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Por isso, como diz o poema, que não seja imortal posto que é chama, mas que seja infinito enquanto dure, eu irei lutar a favor e não contra esse sentimento que teima em estabelecer residência, talvez vitalícia, talvez temporária, mas não momentânea.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/337850709464368762-3333012134533128069?l=coisasderosana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coisasderosana.blogspot.com/feeds/3333012134533128069/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=337850709464368762&amp;postID=3333012134533128069' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/337850709464368762/posts/default/3333012134533128069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/337850709464368762/posts/default/3333012134533128069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coisasderosana.blogspot.com/2008/10/ontem-eu-era-apenas-uma-garotinha.html' title=''/><author><name>Rosana Richartz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10923515403733686867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rM1vX8jW0cg/St4t5OYe80I/AAAAAAAAAP4/0X_O-JjGrcE/S220/NewLook.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rM1vX8jW0cg/SOgZX8HMv6I/AAAAAAAAAMk/g4a_3i0Fszk/s72-c/shoes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-337850709464368762.post-982273099593266999</id><published>2008-09-27T14:24:00.006-03:00</published><updated>2008-09-27T14:31:28.595-03:00</updated><title type='text'>DEUS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rM1vX8jW0cg/SN5tttsnzMI/AAAAAAAAAIs/10fosT8u7W4/s1600-h/DEUS.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rM1vX8jW0cg/SN5tttsnzMI/AAAAAAAAAIs/10fosT8u7W4/s400/DEUS.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250754847688871106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/337850709464368762-982273099593266999?l=coisasderosana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coisasderosana.blogspot.com/feeds/982273099593266999/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=337850709464368762&amp;postID=982273099593266999' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/337850709464368762/posts/default/982273099593266999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/337850709464368762/posts/default/982273099593266999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coisasderosana.blogspot.com/2008/09/deus.html' title='DEUS'/><author><name>Rosana Richartz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10923515403733686867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rM1vX8jW0cg/St4t5OYe80I/AAAAAAAAAP4/0X_O-JjGrcE/S220/NewLook.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rM1vX8jW0cg/SN5tttsnzMI/AAAAAAAAAIs/10fosT8u7W4/s72-c/DEUS.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-337850709464368762.post-7358185232206598444</id><published>2008-09-22T18:31:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T18:33:34.105-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rM1vX8jW0cg/SNgPEfUQAiI/AAAAAAAAAHs/M3LfrHldCZc/s1600-h/lua1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rM1vX8jW0cg/SNgPEfUQAiI/AAAAAAAAAHs/M3LfrHldCZc/s400/lua1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248961935500640802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/337850709464368762-7358185232206598444?l=coisasderosana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coisasderosana.blogspot.com/feeds/7358185232206598444/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=337850709464368762&amp;postID=7358185232206598444' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/337850709464368762/posts/default/7358185232206598444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/337850709464368762/posts/default/7358185232206598444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coisasderosana.blogspot.com/2008/09/blog-post_22.html' title=''/><author><name>Rosana Richartz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10923515403733686867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rM1vX8jW0cg/St4t5OYe80I/AAAAAAAAAP4/0X_O-JjGrcE/S220/NewLook.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rM1vX8jW0cg/SNgPEfUQAiI/AAAAAAAAAHs/M3LfrHldCZc/s72-c/lua1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-337850709464368762.post-7787343745634542616</id><published>2008-09-21T21:08:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T21:32:00.185-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Ilustres desconhecidos...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Existem pessoas que aparecem de repente, entram sem bater e deixam uma saudade imensa quando se vão. O mais curioso é que por vezes sequer saem, pois nem sabemos ao certo se chegaram a entrar em nossas vidas.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Já tive algumas experiências como essa. Pessoas que encontrei por acaso e até algumas que nunca tive a oportunidade de conhecer realmente, mas que marcaram passagens interessantes da minha vida e que me deixam saudade de algo que, contudo, nem cheguei a viver.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Uma mensagem carinhosa, um romance de um dia apenas, um bate-papo que não virou romance, um encontro de olhares que não passou do olhar... Lembro desses episódios com tanto carinho que tenho a certeza de que esses momentos, muito breves, têm a importância de uma linda e longa história na minha história. Posso dizer que têm mais importância do que muitos anos mal vividos que sequer trazem lembranças.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Outro dia recebi uma mensagem que me fez sentir a pessoa mais importante do mundo, pois talvez fosse aquilo que eu precisava ouvir naquele momento, mas nem pude agradecer ao emissor, pois trata-se de alguém que não conheço: um ilustre desconhecido! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Deixo então registrado meu agradecimento aos "ilustres desconhecidos" que tornam a minha vida mais cheia de razão e muito mais iluminada. Peço ao Universo que continue me presenteando com surpresas tão magnânimas e que esses "acasos" perdurem para sempre, pois esta é uma forma de entendermos o quanto se é necessário enxergar o mundo pelos olhos das pequenas atitudes.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;OBRIGADA!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/337850709464368762-7787343745634542616?l=coisasderosana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coisasderosana.blogspot.com/feeds/7787343745634542616/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=337850709464368762&amp;postID=7787343745634542616' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/337850709464368762/posts/default/7787343745634542616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/337850709464368762/posts/default/7787343745634542616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coisasderosana.blogspot.com/2008/09/ilustres-desconhecidos.html' title='Ilustres desconhecidos...'/><author><name>Rosana Richartz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10923515403733686867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rM1vX8jW0cg/St4t5OYe80I/AAAAAAAAAP4/0X_O-JjGrcE/S220/NewLook.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-337850709464368762.post-1536930445171667106</id><published>2008-09-20T21:49:00.008-03:00</published><updated>2008-09-27T22:25:06.789-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Um olhar na multidão</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rM1vX8jW0cg/SNWaZdCYKnI/AAAAAAAAAHk/NUizLBOJ8BY/s1600-h/Figura1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rM1vX8jW0cg/SNWaZdCYKnI/AAAAAAAAAHk/NUizLBOJ8BY/s400/Figura1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248270702852188786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Ele sorriu!&lt;br /&gt;Mas não foi este o motivo pelo qual me encantei, foi pela forma que me olhou ao sorrir.&lt;br /&gt;Seus olhos castanhos reluzem um brilho irreconhecível por aqueles que não amam.&lt;br /&gt;Sua pele é clara e macia como a pétala de uma rosa branca.&lt;br /&gt;Seus cabelos louros, esvoaçantes, lindos como tudo mais que o completa e o transforma no ser que chamou a minha atenção.&lt;br /&gt;Na verdade o fato de ter-me olhado não mudou a forma em que o fitava, somente ajudou-me a ter coragem de flertá-lo com mais descaramento, posto que agora sei que me notou.&lt;br /&gt;Talvez tivesse ainda antes de mim, mas como não acreditasse possível, não reparei.&lt;br /&gt;Foi um momento mágico ali, naquele lugar tão desconfortável, tão cercado de gente desconhecida, gente apressada...&lt;br /&gt;mas o que não impediu que nossos olhares se cruzassem.&lt;br /&gt;Na verdade eles não se cruzaram, mas se procuraram na necessidade de se encontrarem.&lt;br /&gt;Ele sentiu o perfume dos meus cabelos e o calor do meu corpo quando, por obrigação da ocasião, chegou perto de mim.&lt;br /&gt;Não foi mais breve que um instante nem mais longo que um momento, mas foi marcante pelo encanto do acontecimento.&lt;br /&gt;Talvez nunca mais cruzemos nossos olhares novamente e, possivelmente, nunca daremos as mãos, mas o curto período em que nos cobiçamos servirá para lembrarmos o quanto somos importantes nesse mundo tão grande.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/337850709464368762-1536930445171667106?l=coisasderosana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coisasderosana.blogspot.com/feeds/1536930445171667106/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=337850709464368762&amp;postID=1536930445171667106' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/337850709464368762/posts/default/1536930445171667106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/337850709464368762/posts/default/1536930445171667106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coisasderosana.blogspot.com/2008/09/um-olhar-na-multido.html' title='Um olhar na multidão'/><author><name>Rosana Richartz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10923515403733686867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rM1vX8jW0cg/St4t5OYe80I/AAAAAAAAAP4/0X_O-JjGrcE/S220/NewLook.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rM1vX8jW0cg/SNWaZdCYKnI/AAAAAAAAAHk/NUizLBOJ8BY/s72-c/Figura1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-337850709464368762.post-6037579148888312133</id><published>2008-09-20T12:06:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2008-09-20T12:16:10.839-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rM1vX8jW0cg/SNUTLL8BJZI/AAAAAAAAAHc/lNG8LqSx6dY/s1600-h/sozinha1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rM1vX8jW0cg/SNUTLL8BJZI/AAAAAAAAAHc/lNG8LqSx6dY/s400/sozinha1.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248122023674193298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Talvez eu precise de mais amor...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Não aquele amor que vem de fora, dos outros, mas o amor que nos invade por dentro, o amor de nós por nós mesmos.&lt;br /&gt;Desde sempre ou do tempo em que me entendo por gente me falta esse tipo de amor.&lt;br /&gt;Olho no espelho e não me enxergo na imagem que vejo refletida nele. Umas vezes por não gostar do que vejo, outras por gostar demais. É difícil lidar com suas próprias fraquezas.&lt;br /&gt;Não me considero uma mulher atraente e vejo nisso um grande problema, um conflito difícil de resolver, pois acredito ser impossível doar aquilo que não se tem. Por vezes uma companhia me faz falta, mas não me acho capaz de prender a atenção de ninguém por muito tempo. Se recebo uma crítica contundente sou capaz de tentar convencer meu oposto de que não sou o que pareço demonstrar, mas por dentro estou convencida de que mereço a tal crítica e me culpo por ser tão pequena.&lt;br /&gt;Alguns acham que me exponho demais e é bem possível que seja verdade, afinal estou cá contando meus segredos mais íntimos para leitores que sequer conheço e que podem me julgar por insana. Mas não me importo tanto, sou paradoxal, ao mesmo tempo que me critico me amo e já estou me criticando por me amar também, pois sou avessa à demagogias e hipocrisias e me arrepio só de pensar que esteja me comportando assim.&lt;br /&gt;Eu não sou tão louca quanto pareço e também não me acho tão sã, mas vou seguindo meus dias em busca desse tal amor que me falta e quem sabe eu não encontre outras coisas que me completem. Ainda não consegui desistir e espero que o Universo conspire a meu favor nesses meus propósitos tão meus, mas que não tenho vergonha de dividir com o mundo.&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/337850709464368762-6037579148888312133?l=coisasderosana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coisasderosana.blogspot.com/feeds/6037579148888312133/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=337850709464368762&amp;postID=6037579148888312133' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/337850709464368762/posts/default/6037579148888312133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/337850709464368762/posts/default/6037579148888312133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coisasderosana.blogspot.com/2008/09/talvez-eu-precise-de-mais-amor.html' title=''/><author><name>Rosana Richartz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10923515403733686867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rM1vX8jW0cg/St4t5OYe80I/AAAAAAAAAP4/0X_O-JjGrcE/S220/NewLook.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rM1vX8jW0cg/SNUTLL8BJZI/AAAAAAAAAHc/lNG8LqSx6dY/s72-c/sozinha1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-337850709464368762.post-5344809401625166303</id><published>2008-09-16T21:12:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T21:25:36.121-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Blindness - Um ensaio sobre a cegueira</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Meninos e meninas... eu vi!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Fui ao cinema assistir ao "Um ensaio sobre a cegueira". Já havia lido algumas críticas. Umas positivas, outras nem tanto, mas a minha opinião é que o filme é uma descrição do livro, com menos riqueza de detalhes é claro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;O que valeu mesmo foi assistir o que eu queria a um preço bem razoável... singelos R$5,00. Tudo bem, vocês podem dizer que não é nada mal para uma sessão às 18h00 de uma terça-feira, mas eu pagaria o dobro em circustâncias normais. A Playarte tem o festival do cinema nacional, todas as terças por R$5,00 (inteira), estudantes e idosos pagam meia. Já o Cinemark tem sessões às segundas-feiras a R$7,00 (inteira) e todos os dias uma sessão às 15h00 por R$4,00 (inteira), inclusive sábados, domingos e feriados, mas é preciso consultar qual o filme da semana a ser exibido nesta promoção. Vale ma pena conferir...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Aos que me conhecem já estão acostumados a me ouvir falar em promoções e pechinchas. Àqueles que ainda estão me conhecendo, um recado: Habituem-se, pois meu nome é "preço baixo" e sobrenome "com desconto".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Bons filmes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/337850709464368762-5344809401625166303?l=coisasderosana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coisasderosana.blogspot.com/feeds/5344809401625166303/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=337850709464368762&amp;postID=5344809401625166303' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/337850709464368762/posts/default/5344809401625166303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/337850709464368762/posts/default/5344809401625166303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coisasderosana.blogspot.com/2008/09/blindness-um-ensaio-sobre-cegueira.html' title='Blindness - Um ensaio sobre a cegueira'/><author><name>Rosana Richartz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10923515403733686867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rM1vX8jW0cg/St4t5OYe80I/AAAAAAAAAP4/0X_O-JjGrcE/S220/NewLook.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-337850709464368762.post-5941917277693848898</id><published>2008-09-14T18:37:00.006-03:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T22:26:50.115-03:00</updated><title type='text'>coisas de rosana... l i t e r a l m e n t e</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Sei lá, às vezes me pego pensando numas coisas... Acho que sou péssima escritora, que meus textos são medíocres e minhas idéias são comuns demais para alguém que pensa em mudar o mundo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Começo a ver e ler coisas que não se parecem em nada comigo... Coisas interessantes, de pessoas comuns, mas que tocam o coração e a alma da gente ao ler. Vejo histórias reais de pessoas reais que não se parecem em nada comigo, pois me sinto totalmente desconectada da vida real.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Estive bastante animada nos últimos dias, envolvida num "mega projeto" de criar um blog para publicar umas bobagens que provavelmente ninguém vá ler, mas de repente acordei e me deparei comigo mesma... Aliás, alguém poderia tentar me dizer quem sou eu? Quem é essa que vos escreve tentando se convencer de que seus escritos não são nada atraentes? Ou quem será essa que vos escreve tentandos lhes convencer de que não é tão má assim?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Se souberem a resposta, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;please&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;, deixem um post com pistas ou algo que possa me levar até ela.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/337850709464368762-5941917277693848898?l=coisasderosana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coisasderosana.blogspot.com/feeds/5941917277693848898/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=337850709464368762&amp;postID=5941917277693848898' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/337850709464368762/posts/default/5941917277693848898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/337850709464368762/posts/default/5941917277693848898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coisasderosana.blogspot.com/2008/09/coisas-de-rosana-l-i-t-e-r-l-m-e-n-t-e.html' title='coisas de rosana... l i t e r a l m e n t e'/><author><name>Rosana Richartz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10923515403733686867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rM1vX8jW0cg/St4t5OYe80I/AAAAAAAAAP4/0X_O-JjGrcE/S220/NewLook.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-337850709464368762.post-8700233857326318396</id><published>2008-09-11T21:19:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T21:26:48.592-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rM1vX8jW0cg/SMm3OldfP0I/AAAAAAAAAG8/AmPP1nhc82A/s1600-h/fogo_amor.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rM1vX8jW0cg/SMm3OldfP0I/AAAAAAAAAG8/AmPP1nhc82A/s400/fogo_amor.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244924702251499330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/337850709464368762-8700233857326318396?l=coisasderosana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coisasderosana.blogspot.com/feeds/8700233857326318396/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=337850709464368762&amp;postID=8700233857326318396' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/337850709464368762/posts/default/8700233857326318396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/337850709464368762/posts/default/8700233857326318396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coisasderosana.blogspot.com/2008/09/blog-post_11.html' title=''/><author><name>Rosana Richartz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10923515403733686867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rM1vX8jW0cg/St4t5OYe80I/AAAAAAAAAP4/0X_O-JjGrcE/S220/NewLook.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rM1vX8jW0cg/SMm3OldfP0I/AAAAAAAAAG8/AmPP1nhc82A/s72-c/fogo_amor.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-337850709464368762.post-7447968026291275275</id><published>2008-09-07T20:31:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T20:48:12.071-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rM1vX8jW0cg/SMRkgJJFkSI/AAAAAAAAAGE/1vntQBR8SIk/s1600-h/BRASIL.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rM1vX8jW0cg/SMRkgJJFkSI/AAAAAAAAAGE/1vntQBR8SIk/s320/BRASIL.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243426369538724130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hoje é 7 de setembro...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Há exatos 186 anos o monarca Dom Pedro I "libertava" o Brasil colônia dos mandos e desmandos de Portugal. Mas quais foram os reais ganhos de nossa pátria desde então?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Talvez este seja o momento de pensarmos melhor a respeito da tão sonhada independência.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Quem de nós, brasileiros, pode se dizer independente? Será que é possível afirmar que o somos quando não temos controle sobre nossa própria desigualdade social?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Independência &lt;em&gt;sf. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Falta de dependência / Liberdade / Autonomia / Inteireza / Firmeza de caráter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;O trabalhador é independente? E o patrão?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Vale a pena pensar bem no real significado do termo &lt;em&gt;independência&lt;/em&gt; para refletirmos se não estamos outorgando a outrem o direito sobre o NOSSO direito de liberdade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Bem, outubro já está quase aí. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Vamos exercer nossa vontade... Mais do que isso, vamos exigir nossa independência nas urnas e cobrar daqueles a quem damos a chave da nossa liberdade que não mais nos cerceiem do que nos foi "prometido" há 186 anos, à margem do rio Ipiranga, a tão sonhada "INDEPENDÊNCIA ou a Morte"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/337850709464368762-7447968026291275275?l=coisasderosana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coisasderosana.blogspot.com/feeds/7447968026291275275/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=337850709464368762&amp;postID=7447968026291275275' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/337850709464368762/posts/default/7447968026291275275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/337850709464368762/posts/default/7447968026291275275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coisasderosana.blogspot.com/2008/09/hoje-7-de-setembro.html' title=''/><author><name>Rosana Richartz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10923515403733686867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rM1vX8jW0cg/St4t5OYe80I/AAAAAAAAAP4/0X_O-JjGrcE/S220/NewLook.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rM1vX8jW0cg/SMRkgJJFkSI/AAAAAAAAAGE/1vntQBR8SIk/s72-c/BRASIL.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-337850709464368762.post-5133678279197202906</id><published>2008-09-07T15:03:00.009-03:00</published><updated>2008-09-13T22:19:27.334-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rM1vX8jW0cg/SMxmaadYfgI/AAAAAAAAAHU/w_9GEJ8y-PA/s1600-h/olhos.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rM1vX8jW0cg/SMxmaadYfgI/AAAAAAAAAHU/w_9GEJ8y-PA/s400/olhos.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245680269944978946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Eu já sei o que meus olhos vão querer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Quando eu te encontrar&lt;br /&gt;Impedidos de te ver&lt;br /&gt;Vão querer chorar&lt;br /&gt;Um riso incontido&lt;br /&gt;Perdido em algum lugar&lt;br /&gt;Felicidade que transborda&lt;br /&gt;Parece não querer parar&lt;br /&gt;Não quer parar&lt;br /&gt;Não vai parar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu já sei o que meus lábios vão querer&lt;br /&gt;Quando eu te encontrar&lt;br /&gt;Molhados de prazer&lt;br /&gt;Vão querer beijar&lt;br /&gt;E o que na vida não se cansa&lt;br /&gt;De se apresentar&lt;br /&gt;Por ser lugar comum&lt;br /&gt;Deixamos de extravazar, de demonstrar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nunca me disseram o que devo fazer&lt;br /&gt;Quando a saudade acorda&lt;br /&gt;A beleza que faz sofrer&lt;br /&gt;Nunca me disseram como devo proceder&lt;br /&gt;Chorar, beijar, te abraçar, é isso que quero fazer&lt;br /&gt;É isso que quero dizer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu já sei o que meus braços vão querer&lt;br /&gt;Quando eu te encontrar&lt;br /&gt;Na forma de um "C"&lt;br /&gt;Vão te abraçar&lt;br /&gt;Um abraço apertado&lt;br /&gt;Pra você não escapar&lt;br /&gt;Se você foge me faz crer&lt;br /&gt;Que o mundo pode acabar, vai acabar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;by Biquini Cavadão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WDtpd0a0mZM"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Assista ao Clip aqui&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/337850709464368762-5133678279197202906?l=coisasderosana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coisasderosana.blogspot.com/feeds/5133678279197202906/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=337850709464368762&amp;postID=5133678279197202906' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/337850709464368762/posts/default/5133678279197202906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/337850709464368762/posts/default/5133678279197202906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coisasderosana.blogspot.com/2008/09/eu-j-sei-o-que-meus-olhos-vo-querer.html' title=''/><author><name>Rosana Richartz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10923515403733686867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rM1vX8jW0cg/St4t5OYe80I/AAAAAAAAAP4/0X_O-JjGrcE/S220/NewLook.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rM1vX8jW0cg/SMxmaadYfgI/AAAAAAAAAHU/w_9GEJ8y-PA/s72-c/olhos.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-337850709464368762.post-3518403112261452166</id><published>2008-09-07T14:25:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T14:46:48.498-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rM1vX8jW0cg/SMQTcmcYszI/AAAAAAAAAFA/0suCop8wnv0/s1600-h/Coração+partido.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rM1vX8jW0cg/SMQTcmcYszI/AAAAAAAAAFA/0suCop8wnv0/s400/Coração+partido.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243337248242971442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/337850709464368762-3518403112261452166?l=coisasderosana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coisasderosana.blogspot.com/feeds/3518403112261452166/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=337850709464368762&amp;postID=3518403112261452166' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/337850709464368762/posts/default/3518403112261452166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/337850709464368762/posts/default/3518403112261452166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coisasderosana.blogspot.com/2008/09/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Rosana Richartz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10923515403733686867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rM1vX8jW0cg/St4t5OYe80I/AAAAAAAAAP4/0X_O-JjGrcE/S220/NewLook.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rM1vX8jW0cg/SMQTcmcYszI/AAAAAAAAAFA/0suCop8wnv0/s72-c/Coração+partido.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-337850709464368762.post-950529312108920191</id><published>2008-09-07T01:15:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T01:45:41.911-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Minha nova sobrinha</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Todos sabem que nós (quando digo nós me refiro a toda família Richartz e família Crispim) adoramos animais de estimação. Eu tenho meu bichinho, inseparável Átila, que alegra meus dias ao chegar do trabalho e que me dá um baita trabalho quando tento me espremer por uma fresta da porta para sair, todas as manhãs, tentando impedir sua fuga. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Lá na casa da mamãe tem a adorável Mel, uma vira-latas com pedigree que nos recebe faceira já no portão solicitando carinhos e beijos, além dos gatões Chantal e Enzo, gordo e preto respectivamente, que já são quase anciãos com seus nove anos de idade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Hoje fui visitar uma riqueza: a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Nina&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;, uma &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Yorkshire&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; de apenas 2 meses que acabou de aterrissar na casa do meu irmão para ser o mais novo membro desta família.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Pois é, enquanto nós não providenciamos mais netinhos pra dona Anastácia, ela vai se contentando em ser avó desses carinhosos seres que tornam a nossa vida mais cheia de luz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/337850709464368762-950529312108920191?l=coisasderosana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coisasderosana.blogspot.com/feeds/950529312108920191/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=337850709464368762&amp;postID=950529312108920191' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/337850709464368762/posts/default/950529312108920191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/337850709464368762/posts/default/950529312108920191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coisasderosana.blogspot.com/2008/09/minha-nova-sobrinha.html' title='Minha nova sobrinha'/><author><name>Rosana Richartz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10923515403733686867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rM1vX8jW0cg/St4t5OYe80I/AAAAAAAAAP4/0X_O-JjGrcE/S220/NewLook.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-337850709464368762.post-432205223215699618</id><published>2008-09-07T00:52:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T01:06:10.009-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rM1vX8jW0cg/SMNSiQK5i1I/AAAAAAAAAD4/_DcSZvtAees/s1600-h/quem+sou+eu.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rM1vX8jW0cg/SMNSiQK5i1I/AAAAAAAAAD4/_DcSZvtAees/s320/quem+sou+eu.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243125139599100754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Eu sou ninguém!&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;E ao mesmo tempo, todo mundo&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Sou ele e sou você&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Sou um mar bem mais profundo&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Com um olhar apressado&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Vasculho o horizonte ao redor&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;E ao procurar por mim mesma&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Descubro que não estou só&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Vejo milhares de rostos&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Muitos, estranhos pra mim&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Tento gostar de algum deles&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Mas percebo que não é assim&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Não se pode escolher por si mesmo&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Quando não se sabe quem é&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;O espelho é um mau conselheiro&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Mostra apenas aquilo que quer&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Desisti de saber quem eu sou&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Já não faz mais sentido pra mim&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;O que vale é viver plenamente&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Não carece princípio nem fim&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&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/337850709464368762-432205223215699618?l=coisasderosana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coisasderosana.blogspot.com/feeds/432205223215699618/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=337850709464368762&amp;postID=432205223215699618' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/337850709464368762/posts/default/432205223215699618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/337850709464368762/posts/default/432205223215699618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coisasderosana.blogspot.com/2008/09/eu-sou-ningum-e-ao-mesmo-tempo-todo.html' title=''/><author><name>Rosana Richartz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10923515403733686867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rM1vX8jW0cg/St4t5OYe80I/AAAAAAAAAP4/0X_O-JjGrcE/S220/NewLook.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rM1vX8jW0cg/SMNSiQK5i1I/AAAAAAAAAD4/_DcSZvtAees/s72-c/quem+sou+eu.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-337850709464368762.post-5874962589488667358</id><published>2008-09-06T10:16:00.011-03:00</published><updated>2008-09-20T13:29:33.700-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rM1vX8jW0cg/SMKC_xXFMEI/AAAAAAAAADI/2qtiop5LyyA/s1600-h/ensaiosobrecegueira_5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rM1vX8jW0cg/SMKC_xXFMEI/AAAAAAAAADI/2qtiop5LyyA/s320/ensaiosobrecegueira_5.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242896948306194498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Estreia dia &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;12 de Setembro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;, próxima sexta-feira, o mais novo longa com direção de Fernando Meirelles... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;"Ensaio sobre a cegueira"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;, baseado no livro do escritor português &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;José Saramago&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;, Prêmio Nobel de literatura em 1998, e que conta a história de uma estranha epidemia de cegueira que acomete "quase" toda a população de uma cidade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Fazem parte do elenco &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Julianne Moore, Danny Glover, Alice Braga, Mark Ruffalo, Gael García Bernal, Don McKellar, Maury Chaykin, Martha Burns&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Aos que leram esta obra fica a incrível curiosidade de ver transportadas para a telona todas as chocantes imagens que o livro nos leva a criar no momento da leitura e, aos que não tiveram a oportunidade de ler, vale a pena conferir essa história dramática que nos faz refeletir sobre nossa própria existência enquanto cidadãos e membros da socidade em que vivemos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Eu vou e recomendo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=12zOOaLBlnE"&gt;Assista ao trailer do filme&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/337850709464368762-5874962589488667358?l=coisasderosana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coisasderosana.blogspot.com/feeds/5874962589488667358/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=337850709464368762&amp;postID=5874962589488667358' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/337850709464368762/posts/default/5874962589488667358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/337850709464368762/posts/default/5874962589488667358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coisasderosana.blogspot.com/2008/09/estreia-dia-12-de-setembro-prxima-sexta.html' title=''/><author><name>Rosana Richartz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10923515403733686867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rM1vX8jW0cg/St4t5OYe80I/AAAAAAAAAP4/0X_O-JjGrcE/S220/NewLook.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rM1vX8jW0cg/SMKC_xXFMEI/AAAAAAAAADI/2qtiop5LyyA/s72-c/ensaiosobrecegueira_5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-337850709464368762.post-7316909753417115478</id><published>2008-09-05T19:49:00.012-03:00</published><updated>2008-09-20T13:32:00.562-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rM1vX8jW0cg/SMQev8CGzFI/AAAAAAAAAFw/rbuzFHwoFqg/s1600-h/abc+do+amor.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rM1vX8jW0cg/SMQev8CGzFI/AAAAAAAAAFw/rbuzFHwoFqg/s320/abc+do+amor.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243349675083746386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;inda há tempo, o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;B&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;astante para nos amarmos mais.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;C&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;ada hora que passa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;o dia que corre&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; a cada instante &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;F&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;ica a sensação &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;G&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;randiosa de que o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;abitante do meu coração&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;nunda de&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;úbilo e&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;uz &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;inha alma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;N&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;enhuma&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;utra &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;essoa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Q&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;ue seja mortal como eu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;R&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;enunciaria a um amor assim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;incero,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;erno,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;U&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;nânime,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;V&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;erdadeiro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;X&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;eque-Mate !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Z&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;ombarão por toda a eternidade de minha ingenuidade, mas quem em sua vã sabedoria saberia descrever um amor assim ou melhor do que eu?&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/337850709464368762-7316909753417115478?l=coisasderosana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coisasderosana.blogspot.com/feeds/7316909753417115478/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=337850709464368762&amp;postID=7316909753417115478' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/337850709464368762/posts/default/7316909753417115478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/337850709464368762/posts/default/7316909753417115478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coisasderosana.blogspot.com/2008/09/abc-do-amor.html' title=''/><author><name>Rosana Richartz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10923515403733686867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rM1vX8jW0cg/St4t5OYe80I/AAAAAAAAAP4/0X_O-JjGrcE/S220/NewLook.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rM1vX8jW0cg/SMQev8CGzFI/AAAAAAAAAFw/rbuzFHwoFqg/s72-c/abc+do+amor.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-337850709464368762.post-3244948529369925122</id><published>2008-09-05T19:38:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T02:15:22.341-03:00</updated><title type='text'>O homem ao Lado</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rM1vX8jW0cg/SMNjYR0y4qI/AAAAAAAAAEg/TIWibfxFXfI/s1600-h/o+homem+ao+lado.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rM1vX8jW0cg/SMNjYR0y4qI/AAAAAAAAAEg/TIWibfxFXfI/s320/o+homem+ao+lado.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243143659942240930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;A noite descansa...&lt;br /&gt;E com ela vamos embalando nossos sonhos.&lt;br /&gt;Ao acordar, olho pro lado e vejo alguém.&lt;br /&gt;Mas, quem será este alguém?&lt;br /&gt;Será que estava ali quando adormeci,&lt;br /&gt;Ou será que surgiu em meu sonho embalado?&lt;br /&gt;Será que é alguém importante,&lt;br /&gt;Ou será apenas um figurante?&lt;br /&gt;Vou descobrindo aos poucos que este alguém é diferente,&lt;br /&gt;Mais doce,&lt;br /&gt;Encantador,&lt;br /&gt;Experiente...&lt;br /&gt;Quem será afinal este alguém ao meu lado?&lt;br /&gt;Será que está ali por acaso,&lt;br /&gt;Ou será que faz parte do sonho?&lt;br /&gt;Mas, não havia eu acordado?&lt;br /&gt;Ou continuo a sonhar?&lt;br /&gt;A vida é a realidade dos sonhadores,&lt;br /&gt;É a prática dos lutadores,&lt;br /&gt;A prisão dos derrotados,&lt;br /&gt;E o paraíso dos apaixonados.&lt;br /&gt;O alguém que descobri ao lado não faz parte do passado,&lt;br /&gt;Do presente ou do futuro,&lt;br /&gt;Faz parte da fantasia...&lt;br /&gt;Do amor que renascia...&lt;br /&gt;Da tristeza que dormia...&lt;br /&gt;Do sorriso que surgia...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Era você.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&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/337850709464368762-3244948529369925122?l=coisasderosana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coisasderosana.blogspot.com/feeds/3244948529369925122/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=337850709464368762&amp;postID=3244948529369925122' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/337850709464368762/posts/default/3244948529369925122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/337850709464368762/posts/default/3244948529369925122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coisasderosana.blogspot.com/2008/09/o-homem-ao-lado.html' title='O homem ao Lado'/><author><name>Rosana Richartz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10923515403733686867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rM1vX8jW0cg/St4t5OYe80I/AAAAAAAAAP4/0X_O-JjGrcE/S220/NewLook.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rM1vX8jW0cg/SMNjYR0y4qI/AAAAAAAAAEg/TIWibfxFXfI/s72-c/o+homem+ao+lado.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-337850709464368762.post-6564943693410392092</id><published>2008-09-04T21:30:00.006-03:00</published><updated>2008-09-06T12:16:04.949-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Esta é minha primeira postagem. A partir de agora pretendo participar do mundo virtual de forma ativa. Meus amigos e colegas vivem dizendo que eu deveria publicar meus "devaneios" e "divagações" que eu carinhosamente apelido de &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Poemas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Então... mãos à obra!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Espero receber visitas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/337850709464368762-6564943693410392092?l=coisasderosana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coisasderosana.blogspot.com/feeds/6564943693410392092/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=337850709464368762&amp;postID=6564943693410392092' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/337850709464368762/posts/default/6564943693410392092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/337850709464368762/posts/default/6564943693410392092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coisasderosana.blogspot.com/2008/09/esta-minha-primeira-postagem.html' title=''/><author><name>Rosana Richartz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10923515403733686867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rM1vX8jW0cg/St4t5OYe80I/AAAAAAAAAP4/0X_O-JjGrcE/S220/NewLook.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
